Touching the Heart of Ace novel Chapter 27

I loved our new room. This was more spacious, had a bath tub, and the kitchen was really cool.

It had been only a week but it felt like a very long time because of that dingy tiny room. Here, I could breathe easier.

??Love it???

I nodded. ??I want to cook.??

??Baby... please... I could get any food you want.??

??I don??t want food; I want to cook.??

He sighed, resting his face on my chest. ??Whyyyy???

??Because I love cooking.??

He rolled his head on my chest and it was tickling. ??Nooo...??

??What? You do not like my cooking???

??You know that is not true.?? He glared.

??Then, why???

??God! You are so aggravating!??

My jaws dropped. I was??? I was aggravating??? ME?

??What the holy fuck! You kidnap me, fucking hook me to wall and pound me senseless, keep me chained in your bed for one whole day, and I was the one who is aggravating? Fuck you sideways, Robert Brantley, fuck you.??

He laughed and pulled me to his chest.

??Angel.?? He brushed the hair of my face pecking my nose, and I scrunched it up. It tickled. I sneezed and wiped my nose on his chest.

He pushed my face up, ??Of all the things I thought I would miss about you, it is not your precious smile, your gorgeous eyes, your tight wet warmth, but you getting annoyed at me and putting me in my place would be the most I miss about.??

I pushed at his chest and he only hugged me harder. ??Did I tell you how amazing you are, Angel???

??Only thrice since this morning.??

??Ah! What a horrible person I am? You are amazing, Angel. Truly, utterly, fascinatingly...??

I nodded along with him, ??Still want to cook. Please continue.??

??Damn it.??

Why was he not moving? It was getting late, I needed to start cooking and he needed to buy whole lot of things from a knife to salt and pepper. It would be better if he took me with him but, I did not want to get fucked to the last inch of my life again, thank you very much.

I pushed on his shoulders and he whined. ??Just... five more minutes.??

I sighed, taking in his strong masculine scent. It should be illegal to smell this divine without a deodorant.

??Robbie???

??Mmmm???

??I??ve been meaning to ask...??

??What is it???

??How did you find out I was not in shower???

His eyes got a bit paranoid and his hand tightened a bit more, but I did not mind. He was jumpy and I did not want him to thrash.

??You were not humming.??

??What???

He picked me up and put me on the kitchen counter, situating himself between my thighs... his head on my heart felt so nice.

??You hum when you shower, babe. You are tone deaf, but you still sing.??

I scowled. ??FYI, I-sing-better-than-you Brantley, I am not tone deaf, you just sing better.?? Huff. ??And I do not hum when I shower.??

He kissed me. ??You always hum when you shower, and you go through your phone when you bath.??

??Fine!??

??You do, baby, you hummed Mission Impossible song today, more of like, Lalalaaa lalalaaa lalalaa la la la. I think from the Dr. Seuss movie we watched yesterday.??

I blushed and smacked his hand.

There was no way... uh uh!

??Go get me kitchen stuff.?? I hopped off the counter.

??Anything else, Your Highness???

I hid my smile. ??Anything you like, Peasant.??

He growled.

He handcuffed me to the bed, pressed a kiss on my palm, locked me inside this gorgeous room and left; promising he would not be too late.

I shook my head.

Should he not go back home? Shouldn??t he visit his... his...

Doctors asked for husband right? He was not the least bit worried and that was worrying me. Shouldn??t he at least call her? He never did, or did he do it behind my back? But Robbie was not like that, if he was calling, then he was calling and that was that. Like he had informed Jason that I was with him but he never let me call anyone.

That brute!

So, if he wanted to call his wife, he would have called her. But, he never did.

I sighed. I missed him already.

The more I spent time with him, the more I craved him. He was my drug. So tempting, addicting, fulfilling and so harmful. But I wanted him, God! Did I want him!

This was place was nice though, it had a beautiful scenery outside, with fresh air flowing and filling my lungs. He was very sad after his tantrum, asking why I ran, repeatedly. When I told him that room was a prison and of course I would run again, if I got a chance, he took me here.

Jason was right, I thought. Robbie was still a five-year-old child who was left at the door step of an orphanage when he got extreme emotions. He truly was a Big Baby. I loved what we did that day, except the chaining to the bed next day.

I loved it when he... he... God! He made me a pervert too. Was I a masochist? No, I was far from it, I hated pain with passion. But, when it is Robbie, I loved it, his eyes so focused on me, his whole being revolving around me and his whispering my name over and over again... I loved it too much. Did he mean it? Would he breath down my neck if I ran? I wanted that. I wanted him to the person I crashed into.

Robbie did come back earlier than I expected and I was so happy. He had picked up some animation movies for us to watch, and a very huge bouquet.

I rolled my eyes.

??Why do you always get me flowers??? I asked him, his lips still firmly pressed on mine.

??Because you love flowers and bouquets remind you of your family.??

I froze.

He was right, whenever I saw a bouquet, I thought of my daddy bringing amazing ones to mommy till his last day. When was the last time I made Mama a bouquet? I missed her a lot.