I watched as Ace's mother settled into her bed, a look of exhaustion on her face. "I think I'm going to sleep," she said, her voice weak but gentle.
She turned to me and smiled. "I hope you're not going back tonight. I'll see you tomorrow," she said, her eyes sparkling with a knowing glint.
I nodded, still trying to process the shock of her earlier words. "Yes, of course," I said, trying to sound casual.
Ace's mother turned to him and asked, "So, where are you going to sleep?"
Ace's response was smooth. "You already got a place for me."
She nodded, a small smile on her face. "Okay. You two have fun. I'm going to sleep."
As she drifted off, Ace asked about the private nurse he'd arranged for her. "Is the nurse doing her job well?" he asked, his voice concerned.
"Yes, she's doing her work well," his mother replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
I hugged her one last time, trying to convey my concern and affection. "Goodnight," I said, my voice soft.
As we left the hospital, I couldn't help but think about what Ace's mother had told me. I was confused, my feelings torn between my growing emotions for Ace and my uncertainty about what to do.
When we got into the car, I reached out and put my hand on Ace's arm. He looked at me, his eyes questioning. "Do you like me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, I saw vulnerability in his eyes. But then he went cold, his expression neutral. "Why do you ask?" he replied, his voice even.
I let go of his hand, but he didn't take his eyes off me. I stared straight ahead, trying to process my emotions. After a few minutes of silence, he started the car and drove us to a hotel not too far from the hospital.
As we pulled up to the hotel, I couldn't help but let out a sarcastic "Wow, a hotel." Ace didn't respond, getting out of the car and heading towards the receptionist's office.
I followed him, watching as he asked for the key to our apartment. The receptionist handed him a single key, and he raised an eyebrow. "Didn't two rooms get assigned for us?" he asked, his voice firm.
The receptionist looked apologetic. "Oh, sorry, sir. It was just one room that your mother assigned for you."
Ace's jaw clenched in tension, and he let out a low sigh. "Okay, we'd like to get another room," he said, his voice controlled.
The receptionist shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. We're out of rooms for now. We're having a conference, and it's a large group."
I couldn't help but laugh, a mocking sound that caught Ace's attention. He turned to me, his eyes narrowing. "Can you handle it?" he asked under his breath.
I didn't respond, instead grabbing the key from his hand and examining it. I looked up at the receptionist and smiled sweetly. "Thank you," I said, before turning and heading towards the room.
Ace followed behind me, his footsteps echoing off the walls. I could feel his frustration and tension, but I wasn't concerned. I was too busy trying to process my own emotions and figure out what I wanted to do next.
I walked into the room, the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table illuminating the space. I removed my shirt, revealing my flat stomach and the short skirt I wore underneath. Ace sat across the bed, his leg folded, his eyes fixed intently on me.
I approached him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Ace, we need to talk," I said, my voice firm.
He looked up at me, his face frowning, but deep in his eyes, I saw a glimmer of concern and kindness. "What is it about?" he asked, his voice low.
I took a deep breath, my voice steady. "As from now on, I won't let you play with me." Ace's face frowned more, confusion etched on his features. "What are you saying?" he asked, but I didn't let him finish.
I placed my hand up, a sign for him to shut up. "Listen to me," I said, my voice cold and commanding. Ace's mask slipped into place, a one-sided smile playing on his lips.
"As from now on, you're not confusing me, you're not complicating things, and you're not ordering me around," I said, my voice firm.
Ace looked at me silently, his eyes piercing. I asked him the question that had been on my mind. "Do you like me?"
For a moment, the vulnerability returned to his eyes, and he didn't take it back. He just looked at me, his eyes searching. I asked again, "Do you like me?"
This time, he didn't reply. He just looked at me, his eyes vulnerable. I felt a pang in my chest, and without thinking, I bent in and kissed him.
He didn't hesitate or hold back, he drags me in, standing up and holding my waist tight, our skin pressed together like we were about to merge.
His lips left mine and started tracing around my neck down to my collar bone then to the top of my cleavage that was showing, the pleasure felt like fire, my body burning yet yearning for more... I let out a soft moan, I could not hold back the pleasure anymore.... His hands were beginning to fiddle gently with my breast, my nipples at first then gradually the entire breast but I pulled back, his head bent and eyes staring at my body...
I cupped his face into my palm, raising his head to face me, his pupil went up and down on my face, his desire burning too...then I asked
"Do you like me Ace?"
He didn't waver instead he drew me in again by my waist, his breathe touching me and I could feel the hotness that sent unfathomable chill down my body system...
"What do you think?"
I couldn't help but laugh lightly, so he was going to be hard to the end, then I'll play his card.
I walked away from him, swinging my hips in the best way I could and for a moment I remembered Maxie and her lesson's... Then I sat on the bed crossing my legs, high enough for my upper thighs to show but when I looked up at Aec he didn't even seem to be looking at my body, his gaze was stationed on my face... I looked back at him seriously too before adding...
"This is wrong, you have a wife and I'm sorry... Forget about that silly question"
He took a bold step toward me, a frown reappearing on his face " I don't have a wife" his voice was cold but laced with calmness...
I took my phone, scrolling through nothing like I didn't care " You always deny having a wife but I heard she's pregnant and that means you'll be a father soon"
I looked at his face and his expression felt like I was saying the truth, for some reason I got annoyed and just went back to scrolling through my phone then his voice came up hoarse but still calm, working to me again
" I've never touched Diana and I'm just hearing the news of being a father from you."
I almost screamed, relieved but I held in ... Then he got to me bending to my level
" We've never done thing's that'd make me a father, how about we try now"
My cheeks felt hot but not from embarrassment, I dragged him in, my back touching the bed and half his body over me... His eyes left my face down to my chest "I'll be taking this off" he continued his eyes never leaving the half cut bra stopping him from seeing my hard and plump breast.
I unbuttoned his shirt and just then his cold lips landed on my chest and I couldn't help but breathe in hard, making my breast rise and go down rhythmically... He removed the bra and immediately I felt his wet tongue on my nipples, his left hand going down to my wet clitoris...
His hands felt soft as he teased me down there, I bit my lips trying to uphold a little pride but I couldn't, the moans kept leaving my lips ...
"You are so wet Sharon" he said in-between... It made me feel awkward so I digged my nails into his back and he bit my nipple a little in repercussion...
"Ouch" I nearly pulled away but his grip was firm...
"Don't blame me for whatever happens tonight" he pulled back, removing his sleeved shirt and I couldn't help but watch his body and his moves, his eye strongly on me... His body was like a work of art well sculptured...
He loosed his zip and adjusted on me again, then he whispered in my ear "it's huge and long down there"
Maybe I was just trying to match his energy but I did too much
"well nothing I can't handle" but he smirked and in few seconds I felt him hard against my thigh and I felt a hot sting...
"Aec... Stop..." I begged, tear coming down my face when I felt him inside me
"Nothing you cannot handle huh?" He was about to pull back but the movement felt raw and sweet
"Awww" I tried biting my lips when I felt the movement of him pulling out and I enjoyed it. It sent the sweetest sensation all over me
"Don't stop" I could hear him chuckle softly then he pushed in again and I felt a piercing pain and felt something warm come out
"Sweet Virgin Pookie, you stained the shit with your innocence" at the moment his voice was seductive and hot... I knew he was talking about the blood
I didn't even have the capacity of replying to him, I just enjoyed the moment
"If you can't handle it, let me know pookie" he added
"Just thrust Aec" I added coldy, not believing the word came from me and he obeyed his movement more steady now as I felt my brain and body screaming for more pleasure his voice interupted again...
"I love you Sharon