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…”

us at all. We were just about to call you anyway.” I cut her

didn’t speak and kept scaring that poor woman, I cast him

done here. Pack that pink dress, and…” Turning to me, he raked his eyes on me one more time. I shivered. “This

give it

the same nagging feeling rose in my chest. Though I knew it was ridiculous. She was getting married to his

bags. Then my eyes fell on the d***y where that red gown

him in the car while he did the payments, I didn’t wait a second longer. I was d***g to get some fresh air. His consistent presence around me was overwhelming

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

we going? We were supposed to turn

on the right path. Don’t worry,” he replied, eyes on the

ever answer a straight

office.

I want

“What?”

see

was running

for the more time I’ll be spending

answer, I only got a smirk. “Patience, Rosebud.

sat back against my

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I was almost at the verge of being asleep after half an hour’s drive. It’d been a long

a yawn. But the sleepiness cleared out

modern villa. One whole side of it was covered with glass, while the other side was a combination of dark wood and

It was gorgeous.

low

not moving away from the beauty. “Whose

Once I looked

the villa again. So this was the house he was busy buying and

watched me, intent gaze locked with mine. “They were just houses. I wanted a home for myself. So

his future? A family

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

than the exterior. Though not much furniture was spotted there.

he led me upstairs, still holding my hand, I asked, “How many rooms exactly

two guestrooms, two extra for library and office, and another for gym. In total, ten. Six downstairs and four upstairs. And yes, three

Thirteen rooms!

name will you do with so

a room. A master bedroom. “I

the house, my heart bloomed with an unknown emotion, but it withered away as soon as

be living with me. Our very own personal

around the beautiful vast bedroom with a round bed in the middle. She’d be living here

he said he wanted

he was interested in me didn’t mean

to my disturbing thoughts. The possessiveness and hurt I found in my

he declared that I was his, and

else you want me to show? Because I want to go home now. I’m hungry and

forehead sensing my sudden change of mood. And then something flashed over his eyes, the corner of his

Come with

my protest, he dragged me to the adjoined balcony. And when I saw the view,

took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the sweet mild fragrance of roses. The full moon

day. Even the meadow is

come here during the daylight. But with what right? The right of a family friend that he might be interested in and

throat, choking me. My

have come

dinner for us.

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

want to go home now. Can

“Emerald, you…”

tired of my emotions, my lack of control.

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

wall, in the open room he said will be his office. The portrait was covered more than half with a

Whose picture is that?

to ask him, but chose to stay quiet instead. I just wanted to

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