THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 63: THE ULTIMATUM

Chapter 63: THE ULTIMATUM

Ace paused his pacing long enough to down a glass of whiskey. Tossing the glass back on the table, he resumed walking from one end of his home office to the other.

His head was in chaos. His thoughts ran at a mileage his brain couldn’t keep up with.

The very first time he met Fay, he made up his mind she wasn’t going to be any trouble.

It didn’t matter that she looked like a girl straight from a fairytale movie. He had met real women who could burn a hole through your chest just by the scintillating touch of their red painted artificial nails on your skin.

In order words, women who were considered goddesses.

He brushed her beauty aside and focused on her character. She cried a lot, and loved to talk. An irritation that would turn her from a fairy to a frog in his eyes. So he chose her.

If he knew about her scent, he wouldn’t have proceeded.

It was like God in the process of creating her, poured a permanent fragrance into the sand used.

Everytime he drew closer to her, or she walked past him, her scent filled his nose. Heck, they only needed to be within the same vicinity for her scent to captivate him.

He wondered if she knew about this aspect of her that could drive a man to his knees. Being born with a scent that served as a natural aphrodisiac must be quite enthralling.

No wonder men went crazy over her. So far, he had seen Cam, his own driver, inhale around Fay.

Even Landon mentioned her peculiar scent.

Perhaps, the guy at the restaurant that made his girlfriend go ballistic with jealousy whilst checking her out, inhaled her scent too.

Alexander, the doctor couldn’t keep his eyes off her, or his nose next to her skin. Pretending to check her vitals when in truth, he knew he just wanted to sniff her.

Everything would be fine if he wasn’t also affected. He considered himself in a league far above other men. Basically, one of one.

Why then did he want to slam his tongue on her skin, and suck in every scent on her body, until it filled his bloodstream, and became one with him?

He shuddered at the vividness of his lewd thoughts.

Reign in all her seductive glory had never made him feel this primal, pure animalistic desire.

If he didn’t nip it in the bud now, he was going to spend a very long time regretting his actions..

God, her hair was glorious too! He thought, grinding his jaw.

Like a burning bush. He imagines it as the biblical representation of what Moses saw.

"Now you’re talking about the bible, Ace?" He scoffed, because he was losing it.

He was about to take another step when his phone rang.

It took him a minute of his head rotating about to recall he had shoved it back into his pocket after calling the police.

Pushing his hand in, he grabbed the phone, and answered without checking to see who it was.

"Mr Ace Atticus?"

"Yeah, that’s me," he said in a tight tone.

It didn’t sound like a voice he recognized. He prayed it wasn’t some irrelevant call. His mood right now wasn’t one patient enough to handle bullshit.

"I’m calling from the Elite precinct."

His brow furrowed, but snapped when the caller fully dawned on him.

"Do you still have Ms Lynne in custody?"

"Yes sir. My boss wanted to ask what you’d like to do with her."

"Release her."

"Sir?"

He could hear the disbelief in the man’s voice. He didn’t blame him. After all, he was also unbelieving of his decision.

But Fay wanted her aunt free. In all her good glory, she chose to forgive her misgivings.

A time would come when she wouldn’t. When that time reached, Lynne would wish she hadn’t hurt Fay. He didn’t make promises he didn’t plan to keep.

And this wasn’t just a promise, it was an oath.

"Release her. But we want to file a restraining order. If she comes close to my wife again, she’d wish the police had gotten to her first.

He ended the call and was about to toss the phone just as he had tossed the glass, when he paused.

His eyes fell on the screen of the phone. It was just as broken as it was this morning.

He could have sworn he gave it to Cam for repairs. How come—

"Oh," the words slipped out of his mouth.

When they had stumbled into traffic at the alternative route they took to avoid the traffic on the main road, Landon had called.

To his surprise, he was able to answer the call, despite how resistant the broken screen had been before.

That was when he decided to use it until Cam could get him another one.

But as he stared at the broken device in his hand, his face squeezed from the irritation he felt.

He was a fixer, not a manager. Micromanaging wasn’t a word he liked in his dictionary. Ever since Fay arrived in his life, he had to micromanage a lot of things.

Before he could further analyze that thought, the phone buzzed.

"Reign?" His brow lifted as he saw her name pop out on the screen.

He tapped, and a picture became visible.

"You slimy bitch!" He swore, and shoved the broken phone back into his pockets.

Marching to his table, he was going to pour himself another glass when he shook his head, and grappled the bottle.

Drinking straight from it, he shuddered as its hotness slithered down his throat.

"Fuck!" He wheezed when he brought the bottle down, and covered it.

His suit jacket began to come off next. Discarding that, he pulled off his ties, and rolled the sleeves of his long sleeved shirt.

Popping off his first two bottles, a glare burned into his eyes, as he shoved his hands into his pocket, and walked out of the room.

As if he didn’t have any problems of his own, Reign was adamant on causing him more.

She hated to be ignored. He had done that earlier, and that stupid ass picture was the result.

But he wouldn’t let Reign threaten him. He would strangle her lovely neck with his bare hands first before he let her play those dangerous games with her.

What he didn’t know was if it would be before or after she pulled a dagger to his throat.

In the wickedest sense of the world, they were a perfect fit. Bad, and crazy.

He strolled into the living room to find Marilyn walking towards him.

"Sir Ace, I was just comi–"

"Let’s have this conversation later. There’s somewhere I need to be right now."

He walked past her, leaving her questioning the reason for his haste.

Cam ran over to him when he saw Ace step outside. He was sure his boss wouldn’t be coming out for the rest of the day, after what happened to Fay. However, he was an unpredictable man. And judging by his brusque demeanor, not a very happy man.

"My keys Ace," he demanded with a stretch of his hand

Silently, Cam drove into his pockets, and pulled out the keys. "Here sir." He handed them over without any arguments.

No one argued with Ace when he was in a mood. They were not stupid enough to risk their livelihood.

He slid into the car, and started it. In haste, he drove out of the compound.

As soon as he stepped behind the steering wheel, the gate was already opened for him.

Ken, one of the gate guys on duty, tried to wave at him, but he rolled up his windows, and blasted past the gate.

His heart rocked as he made his way to Reign.

She had made it clear she was willing to destroy him if she couldn’t have him. Wasn’t that the intent of that photo?

His hand squeezed as he turned the steering.

Her father was backing her too. Mr King wanted a fight. It was obvious. All those years he had to pretend to like him because he was dating his daughter had come to an end.

If it was war they wanted, by God, he would give them carnage.

He pulled into King’s mansion, and was let in almost instantly.

As the car rolled to a stop, he didn’t waste time in getting down.

Reign wasted even less time in walking over to him with a smirk on her face.

"You made it, darling," she drawled, stretching a finger to touch him.

He caught it before it could do so much as brush against his chest. "Where is he?!" He asked, gritting his teeth.

"On his knees begging for a taste of me. I told him to hold on, until I get your answer." She smiled sinisterly.

"I swear to God Reign, you don’t want to fuck up my deal."

"Then fuck me again!" She marched his tone, not giving a damn that they were staff around who could hear them.

"You’d have my shipments diverted just because I don’t want to fuck you?" His brow knitted in disbelief.

"Oh baby, you have no idea what I’ll do to get you back from that wench you call a wife."

"You’re crossing the line, Reign," he warned.

"What is it going to be, Ace? Me? Or her?" She sneered.

He had to make a quick decision. It wasn’t going to be pretty, and would leave casualties behind, but he had to make one.

As he took a step forward, his mind was pretty much sealed.