The Trap Of Ace

Read The Trap Of Ace [by Eva Zahan] Chapter 51 – Turning around, I reached out for a warm body beside me but all I found was emptiness. Just the crinkled sheet and his lingering scent. Frowning, I opened my eyes and looked around.

There was no sign of him in the dimmed room. Even the bathroom’s door was ajar just as we left it last night.

Where was he?

I glanced at the table clock on the side table beside the bed. Three in the morning. Where could he go this early?

And then a gust of cool air touched my face. The glass door of the balcony was open.

Clutching the blanket around me as I went to get up, a hiss left my lips at the pain that shot up in my lower region. Thus memories of last night flooded back in my mind, heating up my cheeks.

There was even a delicious soreness across my entire body.

Achilles Valencian was true to his words. He did punish me sweetly by taking me again and again until I couldn’t move any limbs the entire night. He was insatiable. And… perfect.

I bit my lip as another blush rose up my neck.

This time I took it slow and got up, securing the blanket around me. Padding into the balcony, I found him standing near the railings. Shirtless, he had only his jeans hung low around his hips. His gaze lost into the dazzling light of the city down in the streets.

I walked to him and wrapped my arms around him from behind, kissing his ripped back muscles.

“Rosebud?” Turning around with narrowed eyes, he pulled me into his warmth and hugged me closer.

“What are you doing here? You should be asleep.”

“Shouldn’t I ask you the same?” Rubbing my hand against his chest, I felt his smooth skin yet hard muscles.

Taking both of my hands, he kissed each of my knuckles. The blanket pooled around to my waist due to lack of grip. And his grey eyes didn’t take a second to take a look. And they stayed there long enough to have my cheeks aflame.

I wrapped my arms around him, placing my head on his chest.

“Are you shying away from me, Rosebud?” he teased. But I didn’t miss the huskiness and dark edge in his voice. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve seen everything already. Touched you,” his grip tightened around me, tone dropping to a whisper, “devoured you. You don’t need to shy away from me, my rose.”

He again changed the nickname. In these last two and a half months, I’ve realized that he’d three names for me. When he was all affectionate, he’d call me Rosebud. When he had perverted thoughts in his head, he’d call me his rose. And when he was all serious and angry, he’d call me with my full name, Emerald. And I loved each one of them. The way he pronounced them, it made them all different from others taking my name. There weren’t any warm fuzzy feelings with others.

Snuggling more into his chest at his bold words not to show him my bashfulness, I changed the topic. “You didn’t answer my question. What’re you doing here instead of sleeping?” I looked up at him. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Sighing, he brushed his lips across my forehead. “I did sleep, Rosebud. With you in my arms now, I never had such a good sleep in my entire life. It’s just… Carter called me a while ago regarding some important work. And I didn’t get any sleep after that.”

Looking down into my eyes, he pecked my nose.

“I usually only sleep for three hours at night. But I slept more than that tonight. So don’t worry.”

I grazed his days old dense stubble. “You were lost in deep thought. Something is bothering you, I can see it. What’s it, Ace?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Just work. Don’t worry about it.”

“Is it Antonio?”

His shoulders tensed at the mention of his name, sharp jaw ticked. I knew my assumption was right at the sight of his grey orbs that turned into slits now.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” I queried. “I know you’re bothered at the thing that he’s out of police custody now. I’ve been wanting to ask you this. Why did you get him arrested? And how did you manage it?”

Due to our conflicts, I held myself back from asking him about Antonio. And after meeting him at the wedding today, after what he said to me, I couldn’t get his words out of my head.

You can make the outsider enemy leave you alone. But what about the enemy inside? How would you tackle them, Ms. Hutton?

Enemy inside. What did he mean by that? Who was he talking about?

behind his arrest?” One of his

my eyes. “It was all on your face Mr. Valencian. Anyone with eyes

he deserved. Even though it was nothing compared to the things I’ve planned for him.”

anyways? Was the girl also

him and unluckily for him, she aborted his child last month after she found out due to avoid any unwanted motherhood. Though he didn’t even know about that pregnancy to force her into anything in the first place, he had done it in the past to

world. And after aborting her child, she even used it to frame someone for money.

illegal businesses and I know this was also your doing. But then, how did he get out so easily?” He could be more dangerous for us now. That man was already after him and Caleb, and now that Ace literally d*****d his name in the

the words, lips curling into a sneer. “The good thing is he can enjoy the destruction of his company before his own eyes now. And it’s just the beginning. He has a lot more coming at his way. The only thing that didn’t sit well with me was his coming at the wedding and talking

of his grip around me and rage into his eyes

you so mad that he talked to me? He didn’t do anything except

just stared

“Ace? What is it?”

you,” he said, cupping my cheeks. “I swear I’ll rip

hidden fear lurking around had me feel unsettled. But I wasn’t afraid

Antonio tried to frame Caleb with d***s to defame Ace. He could try to harm some of his loved ones again to shower his revenge

smiling at him. “Nothing will happen to me as long as you’re here with me. So don’t worry about that. Now think a way to send him back behind

his lips. Nodding his head, he pressed his lips against mine. “My queen’s wish is my

hands traveled across my curves, sneaking

of mine had

“Are you alright, Rosebud?”

sore everywhere. You took too much liking to

doing, his hands didn’t budge from my gloves last night for a second. Not that I complained, but I

baby. Did I hurt you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. His fingers

shook my head. “No. I’m fine. Just a little sore. They’ll

still eyeing the fingerprints he left on my sensitive skin, “couldn’t keep my hands away from them. They’re too marvelous

he got an obsession with my chest

sleep now. I’m

again into a scorching kiss and scooped

urges if I wanted to walk tomorrow. But my

it. I love you like

my neck where I was sure

my ear, placing me softly on the

his flaming touch

to pull away, I wrapped my legs around

a kiss, my hips already begging for attention. His rigid not at all junior was very much awake against me telling me his want as

that point, I didn’t care. I wanted him again. Another round wouldn’t be that

“You’re sore…”

“Just be gentle.”

***

from my beautiful slumber. My eyes fluttered open to the morning light and then fell on

a shiver down my body. Even in the morning

cliche as it sounded, this was the sight I wanted to wake up to for the

a little pain down

“Morning.”

on his face, he brushed his lips against mine. “How did

slumber is always

husky chuckle reverberated through his chest as one of

cheeks turned hot.

his grey pools. “Was I gentle

crook of his

away, he grazed his fingers across my cheek. His intense gaze roamed around my every feature as a breath left his lips.

words. I snaked my arms around his neck. “It’s