The Trap Of Ace

Chapter 36

Read The Trap Of Ace [by Eva Zahan] Chapter 36 – Warner? Why was he calling me?

The phone buzzed again. But this time, it was a message from him.

“Who’s it?”

My thumb halted in the mid way from opening the message. Slowly turning around, I put my phone back into my purse. “It’s Mom, she asked if we’ve reached the party safely.”

I couldn’t mention Warner’s name now. No matter how sweet he was right now, jealousy didn’t sit well with him. He proved it many times before. And I didn’t want to ruin this night when it just started.

I’d just talk to Warner later.

Nodding, he put the trays of food on the table and gestured to me to sit. Of course, pulling my chair for me.

Shaking my head, I smiled. “Thank you.”

When he settled at the opposite chair of me, my eyes fell on his broad shoulders. Gone his jacket, now he was only in his black shirt. And it clung to his sculpted chest and arms like a second skin. Those folded sleeves up to his elbows, displaying the veiny strong hands, had me stare.

A breathless sigh left my lips. Why was he so perfect in every way?

Except his stubborn self of course!

The delicious aroma of the covered food snatched my attention. My stomach growled again. And when he took the lids off of the food platters, my mouth watered.

Cheesy garlic shrimp!

My eyes snapped up to him. Smiling at me, he put some shrimps on my plate, then drizzling the sweet and sour sauce on it. Just the way I liked.

Seeing my surprise, he said, “How could I forget to make my girl’s favorite food on our first date?”

I gasped, eyeing the shrimps, roasted potatoes, smoking chicken sizzlings and spaghetti. All my favorites. “You- you made all of this?”

I didn’t know he’d culinary skills.

His gaze locked with mine. “You didn’t argue about the thing that I called you my girl or it’s our actual date.”

Oh!

My cheeks turned hot. I was so stunned that he made all those dishes for me that I totally ignored his other emissions.

“I- yes. It’s just a friendly date. Don’t forget that! And I’m not your girl.” I cleared my throat, shifting in my chair.

He chuckled. That beautiful sound always made me feel something inside me. It felt like he was a totally different man around me. He talked more, he laughed more. His eyes held light.

“Well, our kiss proves that both of your beliefs are wrong.” He put some spaghetti on my plate, and then reached for the roasted potatoes. “And yes, I cooked them myself.”

I tried my best not to turn into beetroot out of embarrassment. Though whatever I said, my actions told the opposite. But it wasn’t my fault. I tried my best to resist him, but he always crossed my boundaries.

“I didn’t know you knew how to cook.” I changed the subject, sticking a shrimp in my fork.

He shrugged. “I only know to make the favorite dishes of my Rosebud.”

My fork stopped in the half way in the air to my mouth. My heart skipped as I stared at him. He only learned to make my favorite dishes?

“W-why?” I stuttered.

“So that I could always keep my queen happy and full.”

had me gulp. Something soared into my chest as I struggled with the tons of emotions he made

my eyes, I took a bite of the cheesy shrimp. And I was amazed.

into my mouth, and then tasted the chicken. My eyes closed at the savory flavors bursting

my eyes, I noticed he didn’t even touch his plate

mouth full, I

scratched the back of his head. “Uh, how’s the

him. Was Achilles Valencian nervous? And he needed my

delicious actually. You’d be

Wait, was I hallucinating? Was that

Valencian was blushing! Oh s**t! I should have clicked a picture of it as a

cleared his throat put back on

I couldn’t hide my smile.

eat your food. They’re getting cold,” he

I’m sure you’ll like

argued, teasing him.

under his

your secret is safe with me. No one will

he warned, his grey orbs formed into

onto his knuckles again. None of the

to drag him inside and out some ointment on them. But I knew he wouldn’t let me until the

greeted him, staff working for him here and the way he planned everything said that he owned this house and the private

He was watching me more than he ate his food, not letting me eat comfortably. How would I

Annoying man!

want to sell it at first,

“How?”

triple of the actual

widened. “Triple? But why’d you do that? You could just

was back in his grey pools. “Those didn’t remind me

at my throat

beach house for me? First that company, then

or react. So

dinner, he stood up and gave

slow music hummed in the

heady cologne filled my senses as we swayed slowly along the

say how beautiful you’re looking tonight?” his low voice

up cheeks, I

you’re looking enchanting tonight,

some more. “Thank you.

more I get

rolled my eyes. “You’re

“Just good?”

me, I could feel the change of mood in him

happened? You look tense,”

his head. “Not now. Later, Rosebud. Let us

to his chest. Without complaining, I rested my head under his chin, closed my eyes and enjoyed our slow dance, the music and his warmth. Just as

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lining my soldier right before

just stared at the chess board

I won. Same went with the third one. Not because I was better than him on the chess board, because he let me win. His mind was somewhere

his stance got tense. Those grey eyes turned more anxious as our game started to come to an end. He was stalling time, I was

I was now afraid to ask questions. What was in the past that he was that agitated

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