THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 19: MORNING TEASE

Chapter 19: MORNING TEASE

It was barely sunny the next morning when Fay rose from her bed. She dashed into the bathroom to take a shower, and when she returned to the room, she felt refreshed.

After picking out an outfit consisting of a short sundress, she blessed the lord for giving her the good sense to wash her panties the previous night.

"Third day in a row. God help me," she whispered, as she dragged the lacy fabric through her legs.

The gown came on next, and as she put it on, she hopped to her dresser to stare at her reflection in the mirror.

She couldn’t figure out why she was excited. It wasn’t just from the shopping, but a feeling she couldn’t describe, consumed her. Fuelled her euphoria, as she basked in it.

She pulled out her purse, and laid out everything she needed for the day. Her black card and phone.

Before she shoved the card into her purse, she cheesed, staring at every corner of the beauty.

"I can’t believe I’m actually wielding a black card. Me? Fay Landon? Oh my God!" She clasped, bouncing from toe to toe.

With everything set, she decided to get out of her room for a while. She was well aware they wouldn’t be going shopping so early in the morning. She might as well take out time to see the house for herself.

Stepping out of her room was already an overwhelming move. The hallway alone was bigger than the house she grew up in.

She took steps after steps, stopping at intervals to stare at the intricate designs on the walls, and the ornaments that adorned the ceilings. It was like a haunted palace, with a mixture of archaic and modern designs. So beautifully interwoven, it awakened one’s sense of adventure.

The rich woody smell, mixed with lavender and luxurious Arabian fragrance also vividly encompassed the opulence of the house, and she was only still upstairs.

She got to the staircase that demarcated the left wing from the right wing of the house, and paused to contemplate if she should continue forward, and risk running into Ace, or go downstairs, and discover parts she had yet to see.

"Downstairs it is!" She thought, as the mere look of the right wing, sent shivers down her spine. It was even darker, and less glamorous than the left wing.

She shivered slightly, and continued on her way down the stairs. Her legs, shoved into the pink slides that had welcomed her when she first arrived in her room, slowly made its way down the stairs.

With every movement, her eyes scanned all over. It was eerily quiet, save for the hummingbirds, and occasional sound of flowing water.

"Is there a fountain here? Perhaps spring?" She thought, finally hitting the ground.

She stood in the center of the giant living room, with her head turned to the left. You couldn’t see its end from that spot, so she stretched out her neck, until her eyes found a door.

Curiosity crept up on her, but she saved that experience for last, hoping to explore the other side first.

But as she turned around, she didn’t see the man standing behind her, until she crashed into the hardness of his body.

"I’m so sorry!" She stepped back, and lifted her eyes into nothing but the coldness of Ace’s.

Her gaze quickly scanned the lengths of his body. He wore a suit that fit his frame to perfection. In his hands was a briefcase, and on his face, was a scowl.

"Why are you up so early?" He spoke first, causing her to blink.

"I thought about exploring the house," she explained immediately.

He was testy, she could sense it. The last thing she wanted to do was get on his nerves.

"Did I tell you not to wander around?" He raised a brow.

She scratched the back of her head, trying to remember his many rules. It felt like he dished out one, everytime she was around him, making it hard to keep up. "I don’t remember." She told the truth, because she really could not remember if something like that was ever mentioned.

"I don’t like people roaming around my house. It’s creepy," he said, his face still devoid of any expression.

In her head, she snarled. For someone who used the word creepy, the upper part of his house, most especially his wing, would dispel every claim of his.

"I’m—-" she paused just in time, remembering his distaste for apologies. "It won’t happen again." She bit her lip.

Once again, his attention was drawn to them. Soft, and pink. Kissing her was becoming like a drug that erased his inhibitions. The first time at the church was a necessity, and he was pleasantly stunned by the discovery he made that day. The second time was basically a fuck you to Reign, and had taken a lot of control from his part to pull away. The charmer was last night. In a bid to satiate his pricked pride, he had almost fallen into his own trap.

A dangerous tool she had on her, yet, totally oblivious of the facts.

"What are the things you’re going to shop for today?" He suddenly asked out of nowhere.

Her head jerked up to meet his curious eyes, and hers widened in response. "Is he being curious about my day? Why do you confuse me so much?" She battled in her head.

"Clothes, and ingredients for my fragrance," she said.

"Ingredients? You make your own fragrance?" Despite his aloofness, his interest was slightly piqued.

"I didn’t tell you before?" Her eyes sparkled. "I absolutely do. This old woman down my street taught me everything. I’ve never told anyone my secret ingredient though. It’s something I plan to take to my grave," she ranted.

His eyes wobbled as she went on and on, and when she was done, he could feel the onset of a headache.

"And the clothes? What kind of clothes?" He asked, hoping to move from the discussion of fragrances. She smelled unique, and so good, there was no denying that fact, but her yapping had just turned him off from any further discussion he may have wanted to indulge in.

"Just a few pieces," she said, and her face turned pink.

His eyes squinted, as he stared pointedly at her, observing her behavior. She has suddenly gone shy, twisting her hands together, with her face falling to the floor. "What kind of pieces, Fay?" He pushed, curious to find out what she was up to.

"Just clothes," she muttered, refusing to look up.

The temperature in the room grew warmer. Even the birds chirping outside, paused, as if they wanted to hear her answers too.

"Fay, I’ll ask you one more time, what kind of pieces do you want to buy?" He added a serious bass to his voice, but deep down, he was dying from amusement.

By the strength of his voice, she knew he was serious. She wouldn’t put it past him to lock her up in her room, if she didn’t respond to his very invasive question. Bracing herself up for the embarrassment of a lifetime, she began to recite her list. "Like pants, probably jeans, shirts, a bit of gowns, and—---" she took a quick deep breath. "Underwear," she muttered in hush tones.

"What? I didn’t quite catch that."

Shit bit her lip a second time, as her fingers pressed hard against each other. "Underwear," she repeated, a little louder than before.

"Oh underwear," he said, his memory instantly drawn to the picture she presented last night, when she fell on his bed.

He had spent a good portion of the night, with that image in his mind. If only the dress had ridden a little more higher, he could have seen her entire cheeks. It would be a memory more haunting than already was.

"Be careful Ace," a voice warned him about the dangerous territory he was allowing his mind to waft into. But for once, he didn’t listen.

"You should buy the lacy ones. The thong’s too. Throw in lingeries there for good measure."

The more he spoke, the redder her face got. She buried her head so low, she almost stumbled to the ground.

Ace couldn’t help the chuckle he let out. She was really innocent. Something as mild as underwear, was enough to have ready to disappear out of sight.

His control slipped a little, as he dropped his briefcase to the ground, and reached out for her.

She trembled, when she felt his hands on hers. When he dragged her towards him, goosebump formed all over her body. When his finger reached for her face, slowly raising it up, her heart began to thump loudly against her chest.

He pressed her against his body, and drew his mouth to her ears. "What kind of underwear did I tell you to buy?" He asked, teasing her back with his hands, drawing circles around it.

"T—th-ongs," she stuttered.

"That’s right baby girl," he said, biting the lobe of her ear.

A moan escaped her throat, catching her completely unaware.