The Trap Of Ace

Read The Trap Of Ace [by Eva Zahan] Chapter 28 – When I was finally outside, I was frozen in my place. And the cold breeze wasn’t the main culprit for it. It was him. Looking like just dived out of a magazine, he stood there leaning against his car, waiting impatiently. The crease between his brows was the proof.

Even comparing him to those models printed on magazines would be an insult to his beauty. He was… beyond gorgeous.

Flaunting a three piece navy blue Armani suit, paired with a charcoal black shirt beneath and a pair of polished expensive shoes, he took my breath away. As always.

Noticing me, he stood straight. “You’re five minutes late.” And then his eyes went to the rest of my body. My skin burned under those heated stormy gaze of his as they raked over me.

With shaven strong jaws clenched, nostrils flaring, he let out a curse. Grey eyes deepened two shades darker.

“You aren’t seriously going to wear that in front of all these men, are you?” asked his now deep Greek accent, pointing at my dress.

Oh boy! He was mad.

His eyes flickered to the small display of my cleavage and legs again, hands curling into b***s.

“Why? What’s wrong with this dress?” I feigned innocent.

Striding closer, he pinned me with his hard stare. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted to get on my nerves.”

My eyes widened slightly. Oh, so he figured out?

Now you feel Mr. Valencian, how does it feel when someone irritates you out of your mind?

I gave him a look of h****r. “What’re you talking about? Why’d you think like that? I wore it because I liked it. I didn’t think of you when choosing this dress! Don’t be that delusional!”

Stepping more closer, he gently cupped my chin. “Let’s not waste anymore time arguing, shall we? Go and change it. We’re getting late for dinner.”

My eyes narrowed. “I’m not changing this dress.”

“Until you’re changing this dress, we aren’t leaving.”

Tone serious.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I shrugged. “I’m fine with curling under my blanket right now and watch Netflix.”

“Rosebud.” With warning etched into his voice, he waited for me to abide.

But I was too comfortable in my place.

His lips curled into displeasure as he let out a curse. “Fine! Let’s go! But I swear, It won’t be my fault if someone goes to their early grave tonight.”

“You won’t dare!” Casting him a look, I passed him and sauntered into the warmth of the car.

see through my skin. Otherwise he’d

had cost me too much

inside the car, he shrugged off his coat and put it around my shoulders,

I don’t

on and stay quiet,” ordering me with a grunt, he adjusted

didn’t argue

Blue Paradise, the hotel the Arabs were staying at, he got out and opened the door for me. Stepping outside, when I was about

around me, he took my hands in his. “They’re

his. My heart fluttered with warmth. My silence remained even when he took my

myself from the cold into the cocoon of

“Mr. Valencian!”

him and took a step

Mr. Valencian and Ms. Hutton! I’m glad you both could join us tonight for dinner.” He shook

It wasn’t possible that you invited us with such respect and we wouldn’t show up,” said Ace, wrapping an arm around me. A blush kissed my cheeks when the

did. Now please, come in.

of red engulfed him into a hug, causing his arm

waiting for you for so long. I

My fists clenched.

of a secretary of Mr. Hakimi, Cindy. How could I

head to toe. She wore a red gown with a high slit and neckline so low that if she

perfect for her. Red

a hardened face, Ace gave her just a curt nod before turning to pull me back into his arms. But his disinterest seemed to do nothing to her shamelessness as her cat

dug into

Hakimi with a tight smile before turning to Cindy, his eyes harboring warning.

nodded her head, before sauntering away. Her hips

did Mr. Hakimi even find

we met the other Arabs and Arthur was already present there. I didn’t know he was supposed to attend. After all the Arabs welcomed us with warm regards, drinks were

with you all the time, you know? I’m not a kid. I won’t get lost,” I whispered, as another man came up to us and started

for a fleeting second before he composed himself. Even though it

me. “I know. But you’ll have to stay in my clutch no matter whether you like it or not. Think of it as your punishment for wearing this ridiculous dress. You should be happy that I’m not pulling every man’s eyes out of their sockets in this room for staring

head at him. “You’re a

smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Oh, you’ve no

It was totally unknown to me. The more time we were spending with each other, he was opening up to me. He showed me his emotions, his state of mind. But I always felt there was still something I was left into darkness with. Something that hid inside him I didn’t know. He held himself back every time he was around me. As if hiding a vast part of

couldn’t comprehend the emotion

it was profound enough to send a shiver

at the voice of Mr. Hakimi as he invited us to join them in the entertainment room. And I was surprised to see that they’d specially organised a belly dance in our honor. Though I didn’t like those stunning beauties in their provoking dance attire, I

clothes weren’t that revealing, but on foreign lands, things tended to change a little. Because it has become one of the most popular

we took our respective seats. Me of course beside Ace, when Artur enjoyed the show with Mr. Hakimi and others. In between the dazzling dance and enticing Arabic music, I kept glancing at Ace from time to time to see if his eyes were watching more than the dance. And I didn’t know what I should feel about it, he was too busy playing with my hair and taking a whiff

was happy that he wasn’t even looking at those beautiful dancers. Even at that witch, who