The Trap Of Ace

Read The Trap Of Ace [by Eva Zahan] Chapter 32 – When I was outside of his cabin, the door was slightly ajar. Voices were coming out through the gap.

As I raised my hand to knock, I heard him.

“I’m glad you took care of the police regarding the d**g case when I was… busy. Thank you, Arthur. I knew you’d handle them well.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Achilles. I myself wanted to sort everything out with them as soon as possible. Because I know how you and Caleb don’t do that well with the… law.” Came Arthur’s voice. “The more they stay away from us, the better.”

A crease formed between my brows. Ace and Caleb had problems dealing with police and law? Why?

“But we have to do something to stop Antonio. Because the way he’s adamant to dig up our past, I’m afraid if he gets his hand on something…”

“He won’t!” Caleb was cut off by Ace’s sharp voice. “People don’t get anything out of ashes.” Everything went silent for a moment, until Ace cleared his throat and spoke again, “Don’t worry about him. I will handle him myself.” His voice dripped with venom.

What do they have in their past that Antonio wants to find out so badly?

Not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, I knocked on the door and stepped inside.

All three pairs of eyes fell on me.

Caleb flashed me a warm smile when Ace’s hard gaze softened up to a friction.

“Hello, Emerald. How are you?” Arthur asked with a polite smile. The smile that never reached his eyes.

What’re you up to with Sierra?

I wanted to ask. But instead, I returned his fake greeting, plastering a smile as well. “I’m good, Arthur. Thank you.”

“Rosebud? What’re you doing here?” Striding closer, he placed a hand on my waist. Grey eyes waited for my reply.

Couldn’t this man keep his hands to himself?

With flushed cheeks, I threw glances at Caleb and Arthur. While Caleb hid a simper, Arthur wore a blank face.

“Uh, I’ve come to call you for the meeting. It’s about to start.”

His lips pressed tight. “Where is Carter? He sent you here instead of doing his job himself?”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s busy. That’s why he sent me. It’s not a big deal.”

“Of course, it is! He doesn’t order you to do anything, it’s the other way around!”

I frowned. “He didn’t order me. He requested me. And what do you mean? How come I can order him around? As far as I know, he’s my senior. So technically, he can order me to do something.”

If possible, his features twisted more as he watched me, frown deeper.

Caleb coughed into his hand. “Uh, let us go to the conference room, everyone must be waiting for us. Don’t take much long.” Nodding at Ace, he walked outside, dragging Arthur along.

Though the tick of Arthur’s jaw didn’t go missed.

What got him breaking his teeth now?

Turning to Ace, I raised my brow, placing my hands on my hips. D**n this man! Due to his towering height, I felt like a toddler looking up at a pillar.

“Well?” I urged for my answer.

“He can’t order his boss’ girl, now can he?”

My eyes widened at his remark. With still a furrowed forehead, he pulled me closer. “And he has to answer for that. Now we’re getting late for the meeting, let’s go.”

I didn’t argue after that as he led me out of his cabin. No matter how many times he’d declared his claim on me openly, I still managed to get shocked and all fuzzy whenever he did that.

Instead of getting irritated, I get… well, dumbfounded.

***

his place beside the head of the table. Well, it should’ve been my position to sit

attend an urgent phone call, and I took that situation to flee from his clutch and arranged a new chair for myself. Far away

I do it? Well, because his close proximity didn’t let me think straight. And I needed to stay tight on my decision. I didn’t want to sway

Johnson spared me another uncertain glance. Poor man! But someone had to be the scapegoat. And I

door opened and walked in his majesty, his already crinkled brows creased more the moment his eyes fell on my supposed to be

the respect of the king, except me.

me raised a quearing brow at me. While Arthur didn’t seem to be pleased at the situation at all, checking his

seated, everyone. And Mr. Johnson, I’d like you to return to your usual place,”

back, Mr. Johnson still stood there with his petite height, unsure of what to do. He threw me another helpless

Valencian, Ms. Hutton requested

like to repeat myself twice, Mr. Johnson. You very much know who seats here in every meeting. So go and

his sharp tone, Mr. Johnson scurried away from my seat and rounded up the table, standing beside me. His expression was

you heard what Mr. Valencian said, uh, could you please

gaze was set on me, waiting for my adamant a*s

sit somewhere

and my brother literally turned away from me. I let out a huff. Scowling at the king, whose hawk eyes were set on me, waiting for me to go near him, I

my usual place,

the moment his heady cologne hit my nostrils, the warm fuzzy feeling returned inside me. My resistance

let

nodded to everyone. “The meeting

beautiful devilish features didn’t hold any remorse that he again dictated me with his orders. Instead, he seemed at total ease now, inching his

together, I typed on my

on some other chair? It’s

table, snatching his attention. With long lean fingers, he picked the phone up and checked

My phone vibrated.

queen’s place is always beside

But not wanting to show him the effect of his message on me, I managed a stern face as I narrowed my eyes at

roamed slowly all

able to hold his intent stare, I turned to the conversation of the

To him.

His queen?

I felt the sensation his gaze left as they roamed

His eyes would never leave me during the whole conferences. And the curious stares I got

Irritating man!

his given time would be over. Though I knew what my answer was, I

grabbing my phone,

Yes.

My phone beeped.

You agree that you should

My eyes widened.

meant, yes,

sent, I

go out together, but just as friends, not as a

When his gaze snapped up to

Another message.

going

only way I could get all my answers. Because now I wanted to know more than what happened seven years ago. I wanted to know more about him, his past, his pains. Everything. And if I didn’t go on a date with him, he wouldn’t tell a thing to me. And going to a date with

The thought of starting something with him officially had me nervous. The fear of

Going out as friends was the only option for me right

So I typed.

just a friendly date, not something else. It’s your decision now. Yes or

down the phone, I crossed my fingers on

yes, please

I needed my answers!

turned it off and