Ryan had bombed my phone with text messages and eventually it was evening for our outing
I stepped out onto the porch, and my eyes widened in surprise. Ryan was standing beside a sleek, black sports car, a casual smile on his face.
"Oh my God, is this your car?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ryan's smile grew, and he nodded. "Yeah, it's mine."
I couldn't believe it. The car was gorgeous, and I couldn't imagine Ryan driving anything less than perfect. I walked towards the car, running my hand over the hood.
"Wow, it's beautiful," I said, feeling a little awestruck.
As we drove to the fun fair, I couldn't stop smiling. Ryan seemed relaxed and at ease, which made me feel more comfortable. We chatted and laughed, enjoying the music and the scenery.
When we arrived at the fun fair, the sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the vibrant stalls and rides. As we walked through the crowds, I turned to Ryan, a mischievous glint in my eye.
"Ryan, wait," I said, tugging on his arm. "Is that... is that truly your car?"
Ryan laughed, a deep, rich sound. "Of course it is."
I stood back, my eyes narrowing playfully. "Don't tell me you're one of those rich kids disguised as one of us average humans," I teased, my voice dripping with amusement.
Ryan's laughter grew louder, and he shook his head, a smile still plastered on his face. "Guilty as charged," he joked, holding up his hands in mock surrender.
I playfully rolled my eyes, and we continued walking, enjoying the evening and each other's company. But a small part of me felt disturbed...
We sat on a bench close by discussing whatever topic that popped up
"I'm telling you, the best part of my summer was always the ice cream truck," Ryan said, chuckling. "I would spend hours running around the neighborhood, trying to save up enough money to buy that one flavor I loved."
I sat on the bench with Ryan, laughing and joking as we enjoyed our ice cream. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the fun fair. Ryan's eyes sparkled with amusement as he told me a story, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him.
As we chatted, I felt a smudge of ice cream on my face. Before I could react, Ryan leaned in and gently licked it off. The touch was brief, but the spark was undeniable. I felt a flutter in my chest as our eyes met.
The moment was interrupted by the wind picking up, blowing my hair across my face. Ryan reached out and gently brushed it behind my ear, his fingers grazing my skin. The touch sent shivers down my spine.
Just as I was getting lost in the moment, a firm hand grasped my arm, pulling me off the bench. "Sharon, let's go," a voice growled.
I looked up to see Ace's intense gaze. "Ace"
I called out with mixed emotions, confused ....
"what are you doing?" I demanded, trying to shake off his grip.
Ace's grip only tightened as he pulled me toward his car. "You're coming with me," he said, his voice cold and commanding.
I struggled against his grip, but it was no use. "Let me go, Ace! You're crazy!" I shouted. Ryan stood up, his eyes flashing with anger, but Ace ignored him and dragged me to his car and from a little distance I noticed Diana walking toward us
As Ace pushed me into the car and got in beside me, Ryan sprinted toward the vehicle. But it was too late. Ace sped away, leaving Ryan standing alone in the dust.
I was trapped. "Ace, stop the car! This isn't funny anymore!" I demanded, but he didn't respond. The car sped through the streets, leaving the fun fair, Diana and Ryan behind.
Panic set in as I realized I was completely at Ace's mercy. Where was he taking me? What did he plan to do? I tried to think of a way to escape, but my mind was a blank.
Then I burst out laughing, maybe I was supposed to run mad...
I glared at Ace, my anger simmering just below the surface. "You're really something, you know that?" I snapped, my voice laced with venom. "Dragging me away from Ryan like some caveman. What's your problem, Ace?"
" I see his name is Ryan" he said almost inaudible then his jaw clenched, and he didn't say another word. His silence only fueled my rage.
I laughed, a harsh, sarcastic sound. "Oh, I get it. This is your thing, isn't it? You see something you want, and you just take it. Well, newsflash, Ace I'm not a possession."
Ace's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles white with tension. Still, he didn't speak.
My anger turned reckless. I reached out and tried to grab the wheel, my eyes flashing with defiance. "Maybe I should just make this easier for you and crash us both."
Ace's reaction was swift. He pulled over to the side of the road and turned to face me, his eyes cold and hard. "Why would you let someone treat you that way?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. " Why would you let someone else touch you"
I felt a shiver run down my spine as his gaze locked onto mine. For a moment, I forgot to breathe but i stared back at Ace, my heart racing with a mix of fear and anger. "What are you talking about?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
"That guy," he growled, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Why would you let him touch you like that?"
I let out a laugh again "you did not care how many people touched me until now huh?" I noticed his expression harden even more
" well you've been touching someone else and you'll soon be a father"
I felt a surge of defensiveness. "You have no right to question me about Ryan," I shot back. "You're the one who's been holding me captive, Ace. You're the one who's been manipulating me."
Ace's gaze never wavered. "I'm trying to protect you," he said, his voice low and even.
I laughed again, the sound bitter. "Protect me? From what? From Ryan?Don't make this sound like a novel or a movie now. He's the one who's been taking care of me, Ace. He's the one who's been there for me."
Ace's expression didn't change, but I saw something flicker in his eyes. Something that looked almost like pain. "You don't know what's been going on around you," he said, his voice dripping with conviction.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that Ace truly believed what he was saying. But I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from me. Something big.