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…”

interrupt us at all. We were just about to call you anyway.”

that poor woman, I cast him a

dress, and…” Turning to me, he raked his eyes on me one

give it

knew

jeans and 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.

didn’t wait a second longer. I was d***g to get some fresh air. His consistent presence around me was overwhelming me. I needed some

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 creased in

are we going? We

Don’t worry,” he replied,

answer

to go to the office. No, actually home, because it’s almost

I want

“What?”

to see it yourself,

was running in

where are we going?” I asked, dreading inside for the more time I’ll be spending with him. It wasn’t

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

back against my seat

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announced, making me open my eyes. I was almost at the verge of being asleep after half an hour’s drive. It’d been

and let out a yawn. But the sleepiness cleared out of my eyes the moment my gaze fell onto the structure that stood

dark wood

It was gorgeous.

liked it?” Came a low voice close to

still not moving away from the beauty. “Whose house

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

the villa again. So this was the house he was busy buying and renovating. “It’s

were just houses. I wanted a home for myself. So

blinked. For his future? A

me within the building he wanted to make a home out of. And I

interior was more stunning than the exterior. Though not much furniture was spotted there. Only some stuff laid on the hardwood floor,

upstairs, still holding my hand, I

for gym. In total, ten. Six

Thirteen rooms!

G*d’s name will you do with so many rooms?”

a room. A master bedroom. “I want

the house, my heart bloomed with an unknown emotion, but it withered away as soon as I thought of some girl who’d

living with me. Our very own personal bedroom,” he

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

he said

he was interested in me didn’t mean

brought me back to my disturbing thoughts. The possessiveness and hurt I found in my inner

moment he declared that I was his, and the next moment he showed

you want me to show? Because I want to go home now. I’m hungry and tired.” My tone

mood. And

Come with

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

night breeze blowing 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 high right up in

day. Even the meadow is filled with flowers,”

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

throat, choking me. My eyes burnt with emotions

have come

dinner for us. Let’s

crossing my arms over my chest: suddenly feeling cold. A frown

go home now. Can we just

“Emerald, you…”

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

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

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

Whose picture is that?

to stay quiet instead. I

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