Touching the Heart of Ace novel Chapter 64

"Get out, Robert, or I will scream."

"Did you like it?"

"Like what? Wait, I do not care, get out."

"What does he have?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about but I don't care. Just leave." I hated him. Who did he think he was?

His eyes were predatory. He did not stop his advancing and I did not like the feeling that had settled in my stomach.

"Get out." I growled.

His hand rested on my waist and I slapped his cheek... with a lot less force I thought I had. "Don't ever touch me."

He smiled. "I have done more than just touching..." He winked. "Mmmm... and I want another..." He leaned to me. "... taste. Yum!"

My palm fisted and I aimed for his nose. "BASTARD!" But he obviously had better reflexes.

He caught my arm and twisted it in front of me. His very 'hard' lower part brushed my butt and I shivered in... disgust. It was disgust. "Oof, Kitten, why so mad?"

"Let me go!"

"In a minute. Now, baby..." I was not his baby, fucking asshole. "who was he?" His other hand rested on my waist.

"Take your hands off me Robert Brantley."

"You were all giggly when he touched you there. Why can't I?"

I thrashed and I hated when that did not budge this freaking idiot. "Who! I have no idea who you are talking about! And it is none of your business anyways."

"Fine." He let me go. "You are right. I should not ask you about that." Was he serious? Was he finally listening to me. That was it? "After all you did nothing wrong."

I gulped at his understanding smile. He went through his phone, my being invisible and I... fine. Everything was fine. He needed to leave this room and get back to this stupid party. Why was I here anyways! Mom had said I did not need to be here, yet I chose to. What was I thinking?

"Now, leave then."

"In a minute. This was the guy, right. I did not need to chop off someone else's hand. So check closely, 'baby'."

My heart dropped to the floor. What was he talking about? Chop off? Hair stood up on my back but my eyes flicked to the phone stretched towards me. It was the pic of my mom's intern who kept the elevator open for me. He had accidently pulled me in by waist. He had apologized profusely for touching me, unlike this idiot who was plotting a serious psychotic crime.

"You can't do that." I mumbled.

He shrugged. "Let us find out."

"He accidently touched me. It was not his fault... He is a nobody and he apologized..."

"A fucking nobody can touch you like that and I can't?" His words dripped with venom but that smile was frozen on his face.

He could not touch me 'like that' because it would be no accident and he was fucking married. He was my Aunt Marie's fucking son-in-law.

"Asshole Brantley, look here..."

"I always look at you."

I ground my teeth and looked away. "You know what? Get back to the party. I don't know that guy, if you want to hurt him and get arrested, then so be it." I crossed my fingers behind my back.

"Ace..."

"What!"

"Say that without crossing your fingers."

I stomped my foot before screaming at him and threw insults after insults. "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!"

He pulled me to him and went for my neck, making me scream harder. I tried to kick and push him off but he was stronger. A moan slipped from him and I felt all... dirty... yeah, dirty.

"ANYONE HERE? HELLO."

We both froze. Panic made my heart stop. Someone was there outside our room. They would see me with this bastard. Everyone was here. They knew him, they knew me. They knew he was fucking married. What would I do if they asked what a married man and I was doing in this guest bedroom of my mom's associate.

I looked around and noticed the balcony, but we could not escape without them noticing. What would we do, what would we do...

I pulled Robb... Robert by his hands to the curtains where it was so much darker than the other places. I could not even think about them finding us together.

"Hey, Ace, I thi..." I shut the idiot's mouth with my palm hard. He had no idea what could go wrong. Either that or he did not care. Probably the latter.

Someone was coming near us and Robbie pulled me closer to his body, turning around and hiding me from anyone, if they decided to pull off the curtains. I clutched him harder, my heart pounding out of my chest.

I heard them moving around the room. "I thought I heard someone."

"I did not. Let us go."

"No. I heard a distressed sound. We need to check. What if someone really got hurt. Hello, anyone here?"

They opened the closet doors, and checked the bathroom too.

"See? No one. You must have heard something out of the 'playroom', if you know what I mean. Let us go."

"You are right. But l am going to lock this room, or people will get freaky in here. I am not changing those kind of bedsheets of strangers. We are locking the door, if anyone is here, come out now."

Please, please, please, go away. I heard them locking the door after a few minutes and I dropped my head to a warm chest.

Wait.

I pushed him but he only tightened his hold that was bruising my waist. I pulled back my hand from his mouth and wiped it on my shirt. "Let go." I whispered harshly. What if someone was listening at the door?

"I love what you did to your eyes. What is it?"

Make up, duh! He was so stupid but I firmly kept my mouth close.

"I have never seen you wear this kinda thing before. It is beautiful. What is it?" He was whispering too.

I blushed bright red, but I was thankful there was only the light from the balcony because the servants had locked the door. "Egyptian eye makeup. I did it myself." Why the hell did I add the last bit?

'I did it myself.'. Ew, I was talking to this bastard. Ew, again.

Wait, the door was locked. I was locked inside with... with 'him'. I pushed harder on his chest and wiggled to loosen his hug. "Let go, you, asshole."

"Shh... someone might hear you." He turned me around harshly before tugging off my pants to the knees.

What the hell was he doing? There might be... His hand covered my mouth and I let out a muffled scream when this bastard started... 'doing' it.

He had no right to touch me like this, why was no one helping me, he was hurting me and all that... He was married and he was... He had...

"I destroyed... uhhh... your perfect eye make-up, baby. And you look hotter. "

"Move..."

He moved back, staggering and panting. I turned my face when I saw his thing still out. I faced away from it and fixed myself too, before storming off to the door. I bit my lip when I remembered it was locked.

I jumped when Robbie's phone rang.

"Yes. Good evening Ma'am... He is with me..." He dropped a kiss on my neck and I glared. He had no right to kiss me. "Yes... he was not feeling so good around so many people... Of course, ma'am..." His hand rubbed on my stomach and dipped in my navel. "I will drop him off when he feels better. Good night, Madam." He hung up the call before pecking my cheek.

"Hello Pretty."

"Asshole."

"Speaking of which, how do you feel?"

Ugghhh! I pushed the bastard away and he laughed menacingly. I wanted to meddle with the door knob but it was risky. If someone opened and saw both of us together like this...

I saw him cracking his neck and yawning. And then smiled at me smugly.

Asshole!

He... he touched me.

He walked to the balcony and I had to follow him. I saw him looking down and narrow his eyes. "Climb on."

"No."

"Fine, then. I have to be somewhere anyways. Thanks, baby... you know..." He licked his lips which was slightly bruised.

I was furious and went to punch the smug look off his face. He chuckled and got hold of my hands before pecking my lips. "When will I see you again?" He sighed but let me go before standing on the edge of the balcony. He carefully climbed down and stood on the sunshade below it.

For unknown reason my heart was beating so crazily.

He smirked, before jumping off of it and landed smoothly on the lawn below. That was so... so... h... annoying. He was so annoying.

I breathed when he stood up and wiggled his legs a bit.

"Come on." He beckoned me.

Hell no.

But... I looked at the locked door and the bastard standing below it. I hated him.

"No." Why was my voice so tiny?

"Baby, it is only the first floor. No big deal. Jump."

ONLY FIRST FLOOR!

I could get my bones broken or... sprained or...

"Sweetheart, nothing will happen. Come on."

My nerves were shaking. So many things could go wrong. But asking someone to open the door was more problematic than having broken bones.

I somehow managed to stand on the sunshade and the depth to the lawn was making me dizzy.

"Jump."

"I am not jumping."

"Fine, sit on the edge and fall on me."

"No?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Babe, we have to go."

I gulped before sitting down on there and shaking.

"I will catch you."

"You won't."

"You know I always will, now, come on." He stood beneath me with open arms. "Just close your eyes and fall."

My breaths were short and troubled but when I heard someone talking somewhere, I made up my mind. "Robbie..." and I jumped, falling right into his arms... the impact making me...

***

...open my eyes.

It was a beautiful morning. As beautiful as the night before and as beautiful as the memory that played as my dream.

I was alone in the bed, but my heart was not. I smiled feeling so light and happy and... carefree.

I had nothing to worry about; I had no masks to wear. I was at peace.

Mmmm... I snuggled to the blanket that still smelled like my Robbie. I thought of biting back my giggles but why should I? I giggled so happily before sighing.

Was my bedroom this bright before?

I could not wait to tell Robbie that I loved him again.

I accidently made eye contact with the clock and sat up too fast for my tired aching body.

"OW!"

I fell back as fast; the sharp pain in my lower regions making my eyes water and cheeks blush.

Ow again! Why did I not let Robbie take the lead at first? He never did anything to me without properly preparing me at first. How desperate, how angry, how frustrated he was, he would open me up first unlike myself who just thought it was a good idea to...

Spilled milk, Ace.

I rubbed my eyes pouting.

I had to get up fast. Princess had to go to her playschool and Daddy had an important meeting at office he could not skip.

I tried to slowly sit up again and my tail bone protested. I supported my back and looked at my nightstand for my watch, noticing a card.

Our card, with our insignia.

I did not see this a lot after coming to this beach house, but all the memories of the gifts that came with it made my heart flutter.

Giant R with an A in the middle.

I read the note written by my man.

Take TWO pills.

Ps. Only TWO pills.

I giggled at the oh so 'romantic' note from him. He hated when I had to take any kind of drugs. He had to cross check every medicines I have to take, worried it would harm me. I took TWO pills from the orange bottle before swallowing it down with the water he had left for me as well.

I sighed and lied down again. It would take about ten minutes for the pain to numb.

Last night was perfect. I had finally pulled up my big boy shorts and told him that he was mine. I had a lot more to say but I had told him 'I love you', which was awesome, freeing and amazing.

My Big Baby had cried when I said I needed him. I thought he wanted to hear 'need' more than 'love'. At the risk of sounding so absurd, I thought he was scared of the word 'love'.

I had woken up from the trance he had put me in after a couple of hours of deep sleep. My body was aching and it pulled me out of my slumber. I noticed he was deep in thought, lying next to me. My mind was still jumbled and I left him to his musings before slipping off to the bathroom for a hot soak.

And for the first time ever, I did not bother to cover myself with the blanket. There was nothing he had not seen and there was nothing I did not want him to see.

I was done pretending.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror at first, taking in all his beautiful marks on mine. I remembered the first time I stood in front of a hotel mirror, trying to grasp what had happened. I remembered being so scared, so vulnerable and then another kind of fear and shame flooding me when I saw my own essence drying.

I looked down to catch the evidence of his brutal mating and found none. Robbie must have cleaned me up when I was floating. I gently squeezed my hole and winced hard at the pain.

It was not a dream, definitely not.

I soaked myself for half an hour before slipping on the night shorts I had kept in the bathroom shelf exactly for this reasons. Lia had learned to knock and call for 'Davey' when nightmares and monsters troubled her sleep and if it was before Robbie could tend my after care, I could quickly slip to the bathroom and pull these on, all the while my Big Baby hid behind the door until I cover her eyes.

He was sitting like perfect Greek porcelain statue, naked and glorious under the moonlight that fell on him through the widows, with his elbow on his knees and head on his palm. He looked at me with no expression whatsoever and I knew he was still lost in his thoughts.

I was not regretting anything. I was happy that I could at least show him how much he meant to me. If this was not what he wanted, then it was up to him.

I had broken down. That was what happened.

My love for him had overflown my heart. That had broken all my defences, my oath of not letting him touch my heart and my resolution to stay away from his marriage.

I lied down facing away from him, giving space and time for him to process everything that had flooded out of my heart.

Just as I thought he was going to slip out like he had done a thousand times before, he lied next to me; curling around with his hand hand across my stomach. I could see the reluctance in his action; he was waiting for me to push him off.

When I squirmed, I heard his growl and the hold tightened to pin me in place, but something made him slightly loosen it after a few minutes. I turned around then. His hand tightening, pulling me back to his strong embrace.

But this time...

This time, I hugged him back. I fingers rubbed his strong back and I moved until he was pressed to my chest.

"Big Baby." He blinked his wet eyes and gulped. I kissed his forehead. "I love you."

"D... Do you need me?"

I smiled and nodded. "I need you." I brushed his slightly coarse hair. "In my life. In my death. After that too." He dived deeper to my chest and I hugged him tighter.

I felt my chest getting wet and it pained me. "Please don't cry, Robbie... I can handle anything, your anger, your frustration, your jealousy and all... but baby, you being sad will break me. Please... I just wanted to say everything that was filling up my heart. You are mine. I need you to be mine. I love you so much. Do you hear me?"

He nodded.

"My Big Baby." I pecked his head several times, cherishing him in my hands as I told him all the sweet words I had bitten back and swallowed all these times. That was how he fell asleep last night. I had talked until my throat was sore, then I kissed, caressed and petted him... until I fell asleep to.

It was perfect.

I had seen so many romantic scenes where I had seen several of romantic ways people said their 'I love you' s and sweet words to their better halves but I would never trade how mine went down.

It was as perfectly imperfect. Just the way my Robbie was for me; like I was for him.

And I was going to cherish that forever and ever.

I got out of my bed when the pain had significantly reduced but the time on the clock made me wince. I had to be up like two hours earlier.

I quickly brushed my teeth and did my morning routine, skipping the burst of energy from cold shower. I was thankful I took a soak before falling asleep.

There was my attire for the day picked out by man. It was the Father's day gift from him and Lia. An androgynous beautiful King? Prince? with a jewelled crown holding a swaddled princess baby in his hand, was in front of the shirt. The princess had a crown too but the pacifier on her mouth melted my heart.

My Lia grew out of it. Spitting was the one of the first things she learned and guess with what she perfected that skill.

I put them on and rushed downstairs. Was my baby girl up, if not, she was so going to be late. My baby girl needed at least another fifteen minutes after waking up to leave her bed.