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.

***

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

to the conference room, Ace had to attend an urgent phone call, and I took that situation to flee from his clutch and arranged a new

Well, because his close proximity didn’t let me think straight. And I needed to

uncertain glance. Poor man! But someone

eyes fell on my supposed to be chair. Sharp jaw ticked as

king, except me. I just sat there with my arms crossed over

his lip, shaking his head at me in amusement. Tobias beside me raised a quearing brow at me. While Arthur didn’t seem to be pleased

everyone. And Mr. Johnson, I’d like you to return to your usual place,” said Ace as he settled over his chair,

their seats back, Mr. Johnson still stood there with his petite height, unsure of what to do. He threw me another helpless look, but again, I tore my

Valencian, Ms. Hutton requested me

You very much know who seats here in every meeting. So go and sit in your own place. Everyone is waiting for the meeting to

seat and rounded up the table, standing beside me. His expression was pained, sneaking a glance at the

as you heard what Mr. Valencian said, uh, could you please go back to your chair?”

on me, waiting for my adamant a*s

I even sit somewhere of my own

threw a helpless shrug 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 stomped

my usual place,

warm fuzzy feeling returned inside me. My resistance again threatened to

let myself sway so

to everyone. “The meeting may proceed

he again dictated me with his

lips together, I

It’s not compulsory to sit

attention. With long lean fingers, he picked the phone up and

My phone vibrated.

place is always beside her

wanting to show him the effect of his message on me, I managed a stern face as I narrowed my eyes

gaze roamed slowly all over my face before meeting my

stare, I turned to the conversation of the meeting. Though my mind ran to the

To him.

His queen?

my lip as I felt the sensation his gaze left as they roamed over me, pouring

the whole conferences. And the curious stares I got from around the table was a

Irritating man!

had some hours before his given time would be over. Though I knew what my answer was, I didn’t think I could give him my answer

grabbing my phone,

Yes.

My phone beeped.

what? You agree that you should always be beside

My eyes widened.

meant, yes, I’d go

sent, I typed

of it something else. We’ll go out together, but

jaw clenched as his eyes hardened. When his gaze snapped up

Another message.

know that we’re anything but friends! We’re going on an

agree. That was the 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

as a couple, scared me. The thought of starting

out as friends was the only

So I typed.

will only go anywhere with you if it’s just a friendly date, not something else. It’s

phone, I crossed my fingers on my

say yes, please

I needed my answers!

read my message. With vice grip around the phone, he turned it off and put it down. Not leaving me