The Trap Of Ace

Chapter 3

Read The Trap Of Ace [by Eva Zahan] Chapter 3 – The name that used to give me flutters in my tummy, now only added fuel to something that was smoldering inside me for years.

I didn’t want to be called with that name anymore. 

“I didn’t think my Rosebud could stay mad at me for that long,” he drawled out as I kept quiet, eyes searching for something on my face. 

My Rosebud?

Whatever you see on my face, Achilles Valencian, but you won’t find the fifteen years old sister of your best friend there. Because she died that night because of you. And the irony was, it wasn’t even your fault. 

“Don’t call me that!” My voice came out much like a snap. When he raised a brow, I tried to cool down my nerves. I couldn’t show him my anger. And though how much right it seemed, he wasn’t at any fault. 

He didn’t even know.

“I- I’ve a name. And I’d prefer to be called by that. I don’t like when someone calls me with nicknames,” I clarified.

The side of his lips quirked up. “I know your name. But you will always be Rosebud for me.” He leaned in, his hot breath fanning my earlobe. “Though this Rosebud of mine now bloomed into a beautiful rose.”

My heart stuttered.

Whispers of the past echoed in my mind.

“Really?” I’d brightened up like a Christmas tree. “That means you will marry me?”

He’d bit his lip, his eyes lit up with amusement. “I’m sorry, Rosebud! But I can’t.”

“Why not?” I pouted.

“Because it’s not the right time. You’re still so young.”

“Then when will be the right time?” I’d gazed up at him with so much hope.

“When you turn into a blooming rose from a rose bud.”

A shaky breath left my lips, a squeezing pain shot through my chest. My eyes stung with forbidden memories. He… remembered? 

But then flashes of that night floated across. My throat tightened, causing me to ball my fists. 

I gulped, it felt like acid burning inside me. I needed air!

Moving out of his arms, I pushed him away. Surprise flashed across his eyes, and then something like concern took over his features. Not wanting to stay there any longer, I turned around and walked away. As fast as I could without creating a scene.

“Rosebud!” He called after me, his voice closer. At my peripheral vision, I saw Tobias going to him, maybe to stop him from following me.

“Em? Where are you going?” 

Ignoring Warner’s question, I ran out there and didn’t stop until I was at the serenity of the huge balcony. 

Gripping the railing, I breathed in the cold night air. Up in the sky, hung the half curved moon, surrounded by gazillions of twinkling stars. They winked at me, as if mocking me for my pathetic feelings.

A lone tear escaped my eye as the cool breeze touched my face. And then I let some more to fall free. Tears that I’d been succeeding to put in for years.

My hand clutched my chest as I felt the same pain it felt that night. As if someone has sliced the old wounds open. 

Biting my lip hard, I attempted to stop those tears. Seven years. Seven freaking years! And here I was, still mourning over the heartache I got as a punishment of my foolishness. Seven years, and it still pained me physically to remember the loss.

I was still afraid of meeting him. I was still a coward. That’s why I tagged Warner along. I needed support. I knew one way or another, in these two weeks I’d have to face him. I’d been trying to escape from him after that night. I’d avoided him like a plague. Even if it was impossible for some occasions to avoid him before I went to high school to another city, I hadn’t looked at him. I didn’t look at his face or into his eyes, because I knew, I knew if I made the mistake to look up, he would see it. He would see it all.

he would find out how pathetic I was for believing in his words he said to a nine years old naive kid, not to break her

other men, I would forget him. So I dated a lot of men. If I toughen myself

one glance, and some mere words threw me back to where I’d stood years ago. All my attempts

my

years, why

you for f*****g up

my face when I felt a presence behind me. A glass of orange juice was held

me a moment, Warner. I will be inside in

not your boyfriend. He is enjoying his

to him. He followed

the moonlight as he towered over me. Even after these years, I could only reach his broad shoulders with my five feet

didn’t go unnoticed by me. I

you here?” I took a step

I created between us, handing me the

didn’t come to see me

my well-being.” I ran my free hand over my arm as

ticked. Shrugging off his jacket, he placed it over my shoulders. I tried to go away from his overwhelming presence, but he held me in place and secured it around me. His intoxicating scent filled my senses. “I will always be concerned for your well-being, Emerald. I can’t

looked up into his intense grey. His arms

I care for

a little

sourness rose up my

why do you care for me?” I

snuggled my hair against his nose, breathing me in. A shiver ran down my spine.

unfold the inevitable of its own.” Tucking a

did he mean by

I didn’t care. Looking back up at the sky, I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Once feeling

at the feet of the huge staircase, talking to a bald middle aged man. But his

stopped a passer by

like to have?” He gestured to the variety of drinks

off the jacket, I handed it to him. “Would you

of his face drained. He fumbled in

and things related to him, the more it’d be good for

give you some time alone. Did something happen?” Warner fired as soon as he saw me, standing beside him, my

gave him a tight smile. “Nothing happened, everything is fine. Don’t

anyway. That’s what I liked

requested me to stay until the announcement and cake cutting. I agreed to stay until the announcement, only for Mom and Dad. I didn’t want them to worry. And the entire time I ignored a pair of

away if I wanted to keep my

                               

my phone alarm woke me from my sleep that had came to me with much difficulty last night. The soft

my heart followed as the

nose. Just a matter of a few days, and then I will be gone.

buzz of my mobile caught my

one of

grabbed my phone and

my Rosebud! Hope you’d

A

a beat.

hands curled around the

he

night wasn’t enough to clarify that I didn’t want to do anything with him? Even though he didn’t know the reason, I didn’t

a ‘back off’, but then decided instead. Deleting the message, I threw my phone back on the bed

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