THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 195: HEATED

Chapter 195: HEATED

Ace walked into the ongoing conversation, and grabbed Fay’s hands.

Xylon, who had not noticed his presence until his sudden appearance, popped a brow.

"What the hell is going on here?" He was asking when Ace dragged Fay along with him.

"Let go!" She tried to yank her arms from his grip, but he only strengthened his hold.

"Have you lost your mind? Let me go, Ace Atticus!"

Xylon watching him take her away, contemplated if it was best to intervene or not.

If he did, it could blow up in his face when the media got wind of it.

Also, Ace could be a bit of a rascal when he was determined. He would much rather talk amicably, that tussle with the irrational fool.

He decided to wait until everyone returned their attention to their tables, which he knew was going to happen very soon.

The customers that frequented the bar, usually came to unwind. Their attention span for drama never lasted long.

"What the fuck is this?!" She cursed when he finally let go of her in a hidden passage.

"Now you curse?" He hissed, as he stared tragically at her.

"Yes I curse, so bloody what? Does that explain why you dragged me away from my date?!"

He scoffed mockingly. "Some date that is. He couldn’t even fight to hold you back."

"You wanted him to stoop to your level, and act like the barbarian you are?" She threw back at him.

"Why are you defending him?" He asked, almost painfully.

"Because he’s more of a man than you could ever be," she spat angrily.

"You don’t even believe that." He swayed a dismissive hand.

"I don’t? I can prove it to you, and I will by returning to my date!"

She made to move, and he dragged her back. Pushing her to the wall, he raised her hands, and pinned them against the wall..

"Let go!" She screamed at him.

"Not so fast. Not until you explain why you’re out to get me."

She laughed maniacally. "Have you gone crazy? Why would I be interested in getting you? Perhaps you’re paranoid. Yeah, you have to be."

"I’m not. First it was cutting off the contract with Luxe—"

"I’ll have you know I’m the president. I can do whatever the fuck I choose," she interrupted.

"Then it was choosing Bass over me," he continued, ignoring her interruption.

"I just found them better. It’s not my fault you were promised otherwise by the former president."

"Finally, you stole landmark from me!"

That made her pause, as she regarded him.

"The landmark deal? What are you talking about?"

Her reaction made him take a step back in his mind too.

It looked rather genuine. Or was she just acting again?

He couldn’t tell which it was. Maybe he had jumped the gun on that accusation. It was the only one she didn’t respond smartly to.

"You knew I was gunning for a partnership with landmark, and you went ahead to secure one first."

"You know what? It’s official. You’ve lost your damn mind. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Landmark met me for a deal, not the other way round," she explained. Smugly.

"You’re lying!"

"Why would I need to lie to someone as insignificant as you are in my eyes? I think the real question we should be asking is why you’re so hell-bent on securing all these deals. Have you landed Spades in trouble, Mr Atticus?" She threw him a challenging look that sent chills down his spine.

"What are you talking about?" He lowered his voice, pinning her hands harder.

"You heard me clearly. And you’re hurting me," she said.

"With everything that has changed about you, isn’t it safe to speculate that you may like pain now?" He slanted a perfect brow, the double entendre of his words, registering in her head.

"Let me go!"

"Or what, Mrs Fay?"

"It’s Miss Fay, you stupid gremlin!"

"Is it? I don’t remember us getting a divorce. You just upped and left."

"No–" she shook her head vigorously. "You’re not about to Celine Atticus me. We never had a real marriage anyway. And I didn’t just up and leave," she mimicked his voice. "You threw me out. Into the streets might I add."

"Well you and your gold digging tendencies deserved it." He shrugged.

"Who is the gold digger now? Going from company to company in search of contracts like a Victorian whore! Oh how the tables have turned."

She was punching heavily below the belt, and his heart was damn near ready to collapse. But he couldn’t afford for her to see him crumble like some weakling.

"At least you agree you’re a golddigger, and I wasn’t wrong in throwing you out," he fired back.

"Oh I am most grateful to you, Ace Atticus. If it wasn’t for your diabolical actions, I would never have found my family."

"Your family?" He scoffed. "Or your latest victim!"

"I said let go!" She snapped at him.

"I can see how easy it is to get under your skin. Is that it? You want the world to believe you’re really a Luxe. How about I do a conference and remind them who you are?"

"Do whatever the fuck you have to do, to make yourself look bigger than you are. You must not know this, so I’ll tell you for free. The old Fay is dead, and long buried. You try to come for me, I’ll hit you where it hurts the most. Because we both know I’m not the one that gets sensitive about the topic of your legitimacy."

Ace’s teeth clattered, as he hardened his hold on her.

"Now you’re questioning my mother, and there she was defending you all this while."

"I’m just playing your game, Ace."

"Great, then let’s play."

He let his hold on her drop, but quickly wrapped a hand around her waist, and pulled her into his body.

Bending her head to the side, his lips came crashing down hard on hers, with a mixture of passion and anger.

She felt her body re-familiarizing herself with his kiss, and shuddered.

The shudder was of both excitement, and revolt.

After a few seconds passed, the latter emerged victorious.

She began to protest as she struggled to pull out of his touch.

When he countered her protest by applying more pressure, she bit his lips.

"Ouch!" He pulled away, and she slapped him hard across the face.

"Don’t you dare kiss me again, you bastard!"

He positioned his face forward, and kissed her again.

It happened the second time. Her body began to respond, but she caught it just in time.

She pushed with all her strength, successfully moving him back.

She raised her hand to slap him the second time, but he was way ahead of her.

Pushing her raised hand to the wall, he pinned it there, and went in for a third kiss.

The third time was the charm. She felt herself giving in. Tired of fighting him off, she just wanted to feel. She just wanted to—

"No!" Her heart protested.

"Remember what he did to you? How you could have died beside the road if it wasn’t for your grandfather, miraculously finding you? Remember!"

She snapped out of it, and her knees moved reflexively.

Kicking him in the middle region, she pulled away as he groaned in pain.

"What the fuck are you doing, Fay?"

"Telling you to go to hell," she screamed, as she put distance between them. "You’re nothing to me anymore. I don’t know how many more ways I can tell you."

"Liar!" He said, trying to straighten up, but the pain from her kick had not let up.

"You’re dead to me Ace, and for your sake, you better remain dead. If you ever accost me this way again, I’ll tell the authorities you tried to take advantage of me."

"No you won’t," he said, and went after her. "You won’t," he repeated, standing before her.

"Try me, Ace. Just try me."

Turning around, she walked out of his sight. He tried to reach out to her. He tried to go after her. But every attempt on his part, he cut short before giving it a chance.

She had made it abundantly clear that they were enemies. Not even his kisses brought back the old Fay.

He went straight for the exit of the door, without bothering to check if everything he came with was leaving with him.

Whatever he left would be brought back by management.

He had made it to his car, when from the corner of his eyes, he saw someone familiar duck behind a car.

Turning his head, he saw the car was a taxi from a recognized company.

He walked towards it, curious to know why someone was hiding from him. If it was the press trying to sneak in a picture for a made up story, he hoped to God he was able to control his anger.

His eyes stumbled on a shiny head, levelled with the ground.

Recognition slammed, causing his eyes to widen.

"Grant?" He called out.

Slowly, the short man raised his head, until he was looking up at Ace. "He-llo, sir Ace," he stuttered.