The Trap Of Ace

Read The Trap Of Ace [by Eva Zahan] Chapter 16 – Where did everyone disappear all of a sudden?

I was looking around in confusion, until I felt a pair of scorching eyes on me. Turning to him, I found his gaze following every curve of mine and cuts of the dress, that exposed my sudden ultra sensitive skin to him.

I bit my lip, not wanting to fidget under his stare. “Is it okay?”

With a tight nod, he beckoned me to him. Confused, I glided near. Still his eyes on my body, he handed me a black dress.

“Try this.”

When I unfolded it, my eyes widened. It was even shorter than the one I was flaunting right now. And as a cherry on the top, it was off shoulder and backless. What the h**l? He could just instead pick a b****i for her!

“I’m not wearing it!”

One of his eyebrows arched. “Why not? It’s a classy branded gown. I think Tess will definitely love it.”

“But it’s too short!” I argued.

I wanted to slap the tilting of his at the side. Whenever he did it, I sensed a challenge was thrown towards me. “Why? Now you’re having problems with short clothes?”

“I don’t. I just… I can’t wear it before you,” I stuttered.

“Are you being shy before me right now, Rosebud?”

The warmth of my cheeks were embarrassing. Yet again, I rose my chin high. “I’m not being shy or anything. You know what, let’s just get over with it.” I knew I was going to regret it, but I clutched the dress and turned around.

And I was indeed, regretting once I looked at myself in the mirror. It fitted perfectly, not too tight, not even loose. The end of the dress reached just an inch above my mid t***h. The long cut neckline displayed my cleavage on show, where the back cut just stopped three inches from my butt!

Though it was out of my comfort zone, it did look good on me. I looked… s**y. The smooth fabric clung to me like a second skin, manifesting every curve and dip of mine. Even at the thought of going before him with this on, flutters erupted in my tummy.

I didn’t know why I was even doing it.

A knock landed on the door. The sales lady’s voice floated in, asking if the dress fitted or if I needed a hand.

“No, everything is good. Just a second,” I replied, tugging the neckline a little higher.

Come on, Em! You can do it.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked out. I found him assessing a beautiful red gown displayed on a d***y. But I couldn’t decipher the look he’d on as he brushed a finger on the fabric, gaze intense.

And then his eyes tore from the gown and fell on me.

His shoulders tensed as the muscle of his sharp jaw clenched. His hands fisted in b***s. The storm in his eyes turned wild with his smoldering gaze touching every inch of my body, lingering longer on the deep neckline.

Blood rushed to my cheeks and ran hot through my veins under his flaming stare. It had me squirming in my place.

“Turn around,” he said. The dominance and huskiness of his rich deep Greek accent made me obey.

And as soon as I turned, a low curse reached my ear and followed a sharp intake of breath.

When he didn’t speak for a moment, I fidgeted my fingers. “A-ace?” Even the sales woman was nowhere to be seen. We were alone in the whole section.

And then I felt him behind me. His hot breath fanning my b**e shoulder making my breath hitch. A brush of warm fingers glided down my b**e back, erupting goosebumps across my skin. My heart pounded as his hand slipped to the curve of my waist, to the front of my stomach, to my b**e shoulders.

A slow rumble reverberated his chest.

Struggling not to close my eyes and feel his touch, I let out a shaky breath.

“W-what are you doing?” I whispered, as big hands fell on my hips. I should’ve asked the question to myself. Why was I still not pulling away?

I heard a murmur under his breath. Though I couldn’t pick out most of the words, I caught something like: driving him crazy.

When I was at the verge of leaning into him, the woman strolled in, making me jump away from his heat.

Her eyes widened, flickering back and forth to me and Ace. “Uh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean any interruption.”

My cheeks turned crimson, when all he looked was, extremely disturbed. The woman turned pale under his hard glare. What’s wrong with him?

“I- i’ll be back in a minute…”

all. We were just about to call you

and kept scaring that poor woman, I cast

nod, still glaring. “Yeah, we’re done here. Pack that pink dress, and…” Turning to me, he raked his eyes on me one more time. I shivered.

give it

feeling rose in my chest. Though I knew

his t-shirt, I padded out and waited for the woman to hand us the bags. Then my eyes fell on the d***y where that red gown was on. It was now gone. No one was here in the shop, then who

I was d***g

got in the car and drove away. But after a while, when he didn’t turn to the road that would lead us to the office,

We were

worry,” he replied, eyes on the

answer a straight

supposed to go to the office. No, actually

know. But I want

“What?”

get to see

running in his

inside for the more time I’ll be spending with him. It wasn’t good

I only got a smirk. “Patience, Rosebud.

sat back against

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at the verge of being asleep after half an hour’s drive. It’d been

I stretched my legs and let out a yawn. But the sleepiness

two story modern villa. One whole side of it was covered with glass, while the other side was a combination of dark wood and white marble. The lawn was surrounded by a colorful rose garden,

It was gorgeous.

Came a low voice close to

not moving away

feel his gaze on me. Once I looked up at him, he said,

the house he was busy buying and renovating. “It’s beautiful. But why

houses. I wanted a home

his future?

you inside.” Securing my hand in his, he took me within the building he wanted to make a home out of. And I

not much furniture was spotted there. Only some stuff

holding my hand, I asked,

and another for gym. In total, ten. Six downstairs and four upstairs. And yes, three more in the

Thirteen rooms!

you do with so many rooms?” I

husky chuckle, he opened the doors of a room. A master bedroom. “I want a big family, Rosebud. And children need a big home to play and

the house, my heart bloomed with an unknown emotion,

beautiful future wife will be living with me. Our very own personal

round bed in the middle. She’d be living here with him, sleeping with him on

said he wanted

interested in me didn’t mean he’d see his future

disturbing thoughts. The possessiveness and hurt I found in my

me here to see his future home? One moment he declared that I was his, and the next moment he showed me his

Because I want to go home now. I’m hungry and tired.”

of mood. And then something flashed over his eyes, the corner of

there’s. Come

after my protest, he dragged me to the adjoined balcony. And when

across the open meadow ahead of us, touched my face. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the sweet mild fragrance of roses. The full moon hung

the meadow is filled with

here during the daylight. But with what right? The right of a family friend

my throat, choking me. My eyes burnt with emotions

have

for us.

aimed for my hand, I stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest: suddenly feeling cold. A frown etched between

want to go home now. Can we

“Emerald, you…”

tired.” I cut him off. I was tired of my emotions, my lack

hand in his. It seemed to become his habit. I tried to get away, but again, he didn’t have any of my

a wall, in the open room he said will be his office. The portrait was covered more than half with a white sheet, but I could see the end. Only a pair of feminine hands could be seen, a ring of blue

Whose picture is that?

him, but chose to stay quiet instead. I just wanted to get away from here

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