THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY -
Chapter 128: A KISS AN ACCUSATION
Chapter 128: A KISS AN ACCUSATION
Fay climbed up the stairs after spending the entire afternoon in the kitchen, pouring her heart to the two women who served as her anchors.
It was clear the matron wasn’t going anywhere, anymore, so she decided to spend the rest of her day with her phone.
Ever since she was gifted the phone, she had never really played around with it.
She made it up the stairs and was about to turn towards her room when she paused, changing her mind.
The event of the previous night rolled into her head, and curiosity took the best of her.
Slowly, she began walking towards the direction of Ace’s room. She knew the music had definitely not come from his room, but way past it.
It hadn’t come from his office room either. There had to be another room.
She scoffed at that thought. The house was a freaking mansion with more rooms than she could count. She hadn’t even begun to explore the lengths of its massiveness.
Halting in front of Ace’s room, she was going to walk past it to explore further when she noticed the slight creak in his door.
He probably had forgotten to close it all the way.
She told herself to turn around and return to her room. There was no point snooping around like a dog.
However, his scent filled her nostrils, and she couldn’t hold back on her desire to feel him.
It didn’t even have to be him in the physical. She just wanted to have a feel of him.
Despite making up her mind that she was going to avoid him at all costs, she couldn’t help how she felt.
Before she could talk herself out of doing what she wanted to do so badly, she stretched out her hand, and opened the door a little wider.
In the spirit of being impulsive, she stepped into the darkness that was his room.
Closing her eyes, she focused on her senses to navigate her way around. She didn’t need to see, just feel.
God saw her heart. He saw how her treacherous heart craved him. Perhaps, that was why he punished her. Because if her heart belonged to the devil like her aunt always said, God couldn’t possibly fulfil her cravings.
She hated him. Adored him too. It was a war on both ends, and her heart was collateral.
That painting she saw had scared her to death. Funny how it had taken just seeing his face to forget all of that fear.
The accusation from Reign about getting her pregnant had broken her heart. It had taken just one sleepy encounter and a kiss the next morning to erase the hurt.
Now this. He had kissed another girl. What would he do this time to redeem himself in her eyes, and make her adore him again?
"Nothing," one voice in her head said.
"Because you won’t give him any chance to hurt you again. Isn’t that the point of shielding yourself by accumulating power?" Another followed.
"When you’re strong enough, you’ll be the one to break his heart," a third added.
She loved them for giving their inputs. Appreciated their efforts in shining a light to her weaknesses. God knows there were lots of them.
But at that moment, she just wanted to feel him one last time. One more time until she buried these desperate feelings in the deepest part of her heart.
She opened her eyes, and drew closer to the pointing atop the wall.
With the very little light that still graced the evening managing to escape through the open doors, she stared at the painting.
It was beautiful, and sad. That was the only way she could explain a painting that was just a splash of colours.
She was staring into the soul of whoever painted that piece. It spoke to her. Telling her they were plagued by the good and the bad of the world.
Wasn’t it just the complexities of the world? The good, the bad, the beautiful, and the ugly.
She was still staring at the painting, finding new interpretations when Ace stepped into his room.
When he climbed up the stairs and saw his door open, he had suspected that perhaps a cleaner had decided to clean.
But after catching a whiff of Fay’s fragrance, he followed the scent. It led him to his room.
He silently stepped in, unable to believe his luck.
There she was, standing with her back turned against him.
She was staring at a painting he made at the height of his depression. One second, he was on a high, drowning his sorrows with pills and orgasms. Next, his knees would drop the toilet tiles, hating life and the position it tossed at him.
But this evening, he loved life. Because the woman that had terrorised his thoughts was standing in his room.
He didn’t care if she had wandered in. His mind chose to believe she came in hopes of seeing him.
And if she felt the same kind of need he was feeling, then there was no need wasting time.
Dropping his briefcase on the bed, he walked up to her.
Just as she was about to turn, he pulled her around, and brought his lips down on hers.
"Ace!" Her mind screamed, and went blank to all of his faults.
Throwing her hands around his neck, she welcomed his invasion of the privacy of her lips.
They stood in the middle of his room, their lips moving in sync and a desperate rhythm.
The natural cherry flavour of her lips, mixed with her saliva, found his tongue. He almost lost his senses as he remembered he had starved himself of these lips.
His hand went around her waist, and he pulled her closer to his body.
He wanted every inch of her. To touch every nerve in her body. He wanted her, and he was done pretending he didn’t.
She drowned in a sea of pleasure with every pressure he added on her lips.
When he rolled his tongue around hers and sucked, she felt her insides squeeze out nectar that soiled her panties.
The shock of her desire for him rippled through her, and she froze.
He instantly realised she wasn’t responding anymore, and pulled away.
"Did I hurt you, Fay?" He touched her face, panic floating in his voice.
"No," she managed to say. "Just stop," she whispered breathlessly.
"Why? You want this too."
"Why?" Her brow snapped and she took a step out of his hold.
Her head she had lost briefly just because he kissed her like he wanted to consume her, returned to reasoning.
"Because you can’t just kiss me whenever you want."
"But you kissed me back," he said, his face ridden with confusion.
"Well you– you sudd-enly came in, and kissed me. Wh-what was I supposed to-do?" She stuttered, completely flustered.
"Is that what happened between you and Jason? He kissed you, and you couldn’t stop it? Did you surrender to him the way you had just done to me a few seconds ago?"
She was so appalled by his strange accusations, her hand moved faster than her mind.
She smacked him across the face, then gasped when she realised what she had done.
"I didn’t—" her voice trailed to a stop when he lifted his head, with his hand on his cheeks.
His eyes darkened, causing shivers to course through her. But she didn’t move, because somehow, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
"Is that a yes, Fay? You kissed Jason because you wanted him?" He asked in a voice colder than ice.
"I don’t– I don’t know who you’re talking about," she said, a cautious effect in her voice.
"Sure you do," The hand on his cheeks went into his pocket, and he pulled out his phone. He scrolled through, then projected it to her face. "Explain this then!"
Her mind instantly went to the previous day.
"Jason?" She whispered. "Yeah, Jason!" She said, remembering that was the same name Aunt Celine had called him.
"Yes Fay, Jason. Explain why he was all over you like this. You once told me you like to keep to your vows. Then tell me why you allowed another man to perceive you this way!"
She was stunned for a brief moment. He remembered what happened the night he was sleepy. This was the same man she caught kissing another woman. The nerve of him to throw accusations to her face.
Her fear tossed to the back of her mind, she stepped forward. "I don’t fear your accusations Ace, because my conscience is clear. I don’t have to stay faithful to you. Not when you gallivant around town with all of your mistresses. But I do, because I’m not you. I actually have morals and respect for my body. Don’t you ever accuse me of giving myself to another man. I know you don’t consider me someone with value, but I respect myself too much to devalue myself with another man."
He blinked in disbelief as she walked past him. Then he turned around, and dashed towards her.
"We’re still talking," he said, grabbing her hand.
"No, we’re done! If you want to talk, call the girl I saw you kissing. You know you have some audacity in you, Ace!" Pushing his hand away, she ran out of the room, leaving him gaping in absolute shock.
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