The Trap Of Ace

Read The Trap Of Ace [by Eva Zahan] Chapter 76 – Dragging myself out of the car with some struggles, I got out the box and looked up at the enormous glass building towering before me.

EMERALD ENTERPRISES was written in bold red letters at the top.

A goofy smile tugged up my lips. With the warmth that surged through my chest, emotional tears burned my eyes.

Valencian Corp’s new branch, which he opened with my name. It was his gift for me on my birthday, passed just last week.

Rolling my eyes, I let out a breath through my lips.

I was getting sentimental again.

Shaking my head, I closed the car door behind me with a thud and dawdled inside.

Once in, my eyes took in the interior. As fancy and elegant as I remembered from a week ago. Though there weren’t many people working here that day. But today, the way everyone was at their best speed, it seemed like they were working here for years.

I padded closer to the reception, where a girl in her early twenties, with dark curly hair and tall height typed away furiously on her keyboard, eyes on the computer screen.

“Uh, hi!” Letting out a puff, I said. Only some steps and here I was, panting and sweating.

She looked up at me, then her blue eyes slid to the rest of my body, halting at my huge belly that I tried my best to cover with my jeans jacket over my white sundress.

“How may I help you?” A perfectly shaped brow of her arched.

I smiled. “Can you please check if Mr. Valencian is free at the moment? I brought lunch for him.”

Now both of her brows raised to her hairline, taking another once over at me. “May I ask who you are? And why would I let you in the boss’ office with this box? Do you have an appointment?”

I knew what she must be seeing. A red faced sweating, pregnant woman whom she didn’t know was requesting to see her boss. As a new employee, she didn’t know me. Even if I understood that, I didn’t appreciate her judging looks.

“I’m Emerald Valencian. I made lunch for my husband and would like to feed him these foods if you would kindly tell me if he’s busy.” My voice came out sarcastic even though I didn’t want to. Her attitude was pissing me off.

Calm down, Em! Calm down!

At my answer, she seemed taken aback. Wide wide eyes, she typed something on her computer and then glanced up at me again; the color of her face drained.

“Uh, i- I’m so sorry, Ma’am, I didn’t recognize you. I just saw your picture… uh, I apologise for my behavior, sure, Mr. Valencian is free now. You can go and see him.” Wiping the perspiration off her forehead, she offered me her best smile.

I nodded. “Thanks. Just be a little nicer to people next time.”

“Y-yes, of course, Mrs. Valencian. It won’t happen again,” she stuttered. Even she was aware of the judging looks she was throwing me. “I’m sorry again.”

Flashing a small smile, I turned around and walked away.

***

Knocking on the door, I waited, rubbing my tummy. The smile was ear splitting on my face.

“Come in!” His deep Greek accent grumbled from the other side of the door.

A sigh left me.

missed him so much. And I was the one who literally threw him out of home to go and take care of his work, because since he got to know that he impregnated me, for the second time, he

open, I padded inside before

very cold voice, without looking up, too busy with

lunch for you, Mr. Valencian. Thought you would be hungry,” I

it didn’t take long for the softness to appear in

warmth. “What are you doing here? You didn’t tell me

to surprise

my hand and then back to my face. Pressing his lips together, he got out his handkerchief and

tell you to stay home and

Aren’t you happy that I’m here? I made these foods for you with

some strayed strands. “You know my eyes crave to see you around me every second of the day. But you’re eight months along, baby, you shouldn’t exert yourself

as I nodded my head and dragged

Slapping at his chest, I tried to move away from his hungry mouth

own hands,”

be the always h***y one here, which I was, most of the time,

all set to ravish me all night long. Even after waking

I would exert myself too much that way, but he wouldn’t mind to tire me

marriage, and here we were, still behaving like newly mated rabbits. He would be at fault mostly. Seriously, half

thighs, I bit

Your child needs food,”

seem to mind at all. In fact, weirdly, he keeps saying that seeing me pregnant with his kid only turned him on.

eyes in my head.

his lust. Placing a hand on my bump, he caressed it

Mommy busy. The food is on the way, little one,” saying, he kissed my belly, then pecked my lips again before starting to

I wanted to make some

once he put the

some pasta into his fork and held

Taking my hand in his, he kissed my knuckles. “These hands have magic. Just like every part of

widened. Blood rushed to my cheeks as he

on the food, will you? And they’re not that

hand in his, he

brought a smile

done by him in our home. I would just sit there for him to feed me. It was just on some occasions I cooked. It was just not my thing. But still, I made him and Archer something from time to time. Archer, my eight years old son, who was currently at

Remembering his school…

to Archer’s school, you remember that, right? We have a meeting with

how can I forget that? We’ll go there

appointment today?” I blinked. I

didn’t know pregnancy hormones could make you forget things so easily. I wouldn’t have remembered about

an hour. I was about to pick you up from home, but since you’re here, I’ll just call Judy to send your reports from last month with

aged kind lady whom he hired

I went back

on his couch for a while until it was time to leave for my regular

***

doctor will see you in a few. She’s on an important phone call,” said the nurse, ushering us to wait in

her job instead of attending her phone calls. Did she forget that she has an appointment with my wife?” Ace shot a glare at the poor nurse, making her fidget in

I- i’m extremely sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Valencian. It’s an emergency. She needs to attend the