THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 31: DANGEROUS DECISION

Chapter 31: DANGEROUS DECISION

Ace placed his head on the steering, and just allowed himself to feel again.

He hated hospitals. Hated the acrid stench of death always hovering in the air. Despised the antiseptic nose clogging smell. Abhorred how sickly even the seemingly healthy ones looked, walking around.

It brought back too many memories. Memories he wished would be buried forever.

A night like this was when he vowed he’d live life as haughtily as a god, and death would be scared of him. He swore no one he cared about would ever be pried from him by the cold hands of the grim reaper. Yet, here he was, over ten years later, in a similar situation.

"But you don’t care about her," a tiny voice said, giving him a false sense of hope.

Instead of feeling calm, and reassured, he could only sigh. "I may not care about her, but she’s still under my care. Anything happens, and I’m done for," he muttered to himself.

He removed his head from the steering, and started the car. As he drove out of the hospital’s compound, he pulled down his window.

It was a dangerous move. Anyone could sight him, and carry out a swift lethal operation, if they were commissioned by an enemy. But in this little moment, where everything seemed fleeting, he didn’t give a damn.

What he wanted to do the most was feel. And with the wind of the night, splashing on his face, he felt a lot.

He didn’t have a direction in mind, but just drove. At every end, he took a turn, and just kept on driving. Anything to keep his mind off Fay.

The mere thought of her wretched his guts. That image of her when she was scooped out of the water and placed in his arms, was something haunting.

In every sense of the world, she looked like a ghost. Pale face, sunken eyes, purple patches.

"Can’t think about her," he mumbled, and shook his head to wade her off.

"But I need a distraction. Something to surely keep her away, until I get a final verdict. What would it be?"

Even as he was asking the question, he kinda already knew the only answer. Reflexively, his hand began reaching out to his side pocket. He hoisted a little, and retrieved the phone.

Subconsciously, he scrolled through his contacts, and came to a stop on one name in particular.

He held back for a while, contemplating if what he was about to do would cost him. It had taken a whole lot to break free from that circle of toxic lust. That was the only way he could describe his relationship with Reign King.

She was a cure for temporal disarray. When the dust settled, then he’d begin to hate himself.

"Have to get you out of my mind," he whispered, pretty much solidifying what he was already going to do.

Closing his eyes briefly, he pressed the dial pad.

She picked in one ring, causing his eyes to flicker open. Putting the call on loudspeaker, he placed it on the dashboard, and waited for her to speak.

"Are you going to tell me why you’re calling me at this ungodly hour, baby, or should I guess?" He heard her sultry voice ask.

The smugness in it wasn’t missed either. She once bragged he’d never find another woman who satisfied him the way she could. He had hoped she’d be more reluctant to speak with him after the way he dismissed her the last time they met. But this was Reign he was talking about. She’d sacrifice even her pride, just to have a reason to gloat.

"What are you doing? I want to see you," he said, going straight to the point.

He wasn’t physically present with her, but he could put money on the fact she was spotting a smirk right now.

"Oh really? What for? Are you already bored of that little slut of yours?"

He took a deep breath, his hold on the steering tightening. She had no right to call Fay a slut. Especially in the condition she currently was. He wanted to rebuke her so badly, but his selfishness trumped righteousness he never claimed to possess.

"Do me a favor and don’t bring her up. Can you do that?"

"Wow, she really is boring. You’re lucky I can’t stay mad at you for long. Come baby, let me save you," she purred.

It was that easy for them to link, so why was he hesitating? Why did he feel like he was walking on a path of betrayal? Fay meant nothing to him. The only reason he should even feel a little bothered was the fact she was currently laying in a hospital bed, fighting for her life.

Even at that, he wouldn’t pause an important meeting just to remain by her side, right? Why then did he feel like a terrible person?

"Hello baby. Are you there? Do you want to meet up at my house, or in a hotel?" She asked.

Her voice was the demon compelling him to sin. It was low, seductive, and ready for him.

"Screw it!" He muttered under his breath.

"Let’s meet at the lake house. Be there as fast as you can," he said, and took the turn.

"Okay baby." The call ended, but the thumping of his heart only just began.

With every building he passed, and grew closer to the lake house, his guilty conscience did not relent.

It consumed his mind, poked at his heart, picked apart his brain. An internal battle within himself that could only end with him as a casualty.

"It shouldn’t be this difficult. What the hell is happening?" He hissed.

However, nothing changed. Not when he arrived at the lake house, and parked his car. Not when he stepped out, and made his way to the entrance, after giving out instructions to the security guard to let a Reign in when she arrived.

In fact, the second he entered the living room, he felt like he had entered into a lion’s den of his own making.

The guilt grew thicker, making him feel uncomfortable in his skin. But his stubbornness prevailed. He refused to bow to the desires of a conscience he had controlled all these years, but suddenly wanted to rebel.

Never was he going to let his mind make him feel like he wasn’t entitled to what was bound to happen. After all, it was a marriage of convenience. In a year, it will be over.

He went over to the minibar, and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and two glasses.

As he returned to the living room, the bell chimed. He hadn’t asked whoever it was to come in, when the door pushed open, and he heard a clicking sound.

"Reign," he called, when she became visible.

"That’s right baby."

The tall, blonde beauty sashayed towards him, her hips in that wicked mini dress, swaying from side to side.

He could tell there was nothing underneath. Her feminine scent wafting into his nose was enough proof.

She came to a halt in front of him, and smiled. "You’re really here."

In response, he handed a glass to her. And turned to take a seat in one of the large couches.

She followed right behind him, but sat on his lap, instead of the space beside him.

He felt the bareness of her butt, and hardened a little.

"You look like you’ve been up for a while. Tell me my love, what’s wrong?" She asked, taking a sip of her whiskey.

"Let’s not talk about it," he answered dismissively.

Bothered by her insistence on reminding him of what he was trying to escape from, he decided to speed up things.

His hand went to the small of her back, and began to gently stroke. A small sigh of appreciation escaped her throat, as she threw her head back. "I’ve missed your hands so much, baby."

"You have? Tell me, how much?"

"Or I could show you?" She bit her lip, and began to slowly grind on him.

He completely bricked up, his hardness poking her middle path. The clothes they had on were preventing them from just jumping into business. That, and Ace’s restless mind.

"This is usually the time you’d kiss me," she dropped her glass down, and also took his off his hand. "Kiss me," she commanded, with her head turned to him.

Again, he hesitated. The lips in front of him weren’t what he was seeing. It was Fay’s. Her lips, almost as red as her hair. The way she bit it when she was nervous. The way it quivered when she was about to cry.

"Ace?" Reign called, sensing his withdrawal.

"Hey, could we just take a quick break?" He asked, feeling like the biggest hypocrite.

"But I don’t want to," She pouted, and dragged her hand down to his crotch. "See? Even he doesn’t want to stop," she said, stroking him through his pants.

"Reign–" he called in protest.

"Shhhh," she responded swiftly, pulling off his zipper.