THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 70: YEARNING

Chapter 70: YEARNING

With her cheeks inflamed, Fay turned around, ready to flee out of the garden, but Ace’s voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

Slowly, she swirled, biting her lips as she did.

"Why are you trying to run away?" He asked calmly.

"Uhmm, nothing." She gave up, realizing there was nothing she could possibly say that wouldn’t make her look more like an idiot.

His eyes went down to the bag in her hands, and his brow lifted. "What’s that?"

"What?" She looked down. "Oh this?" It went behind her in a flash. "Nothing."

"Yeah, so you just happened to wander into the garden with a bag in your hands, all for nothing?"

When he put it that way, her points were basically backed up. Regardless of what she said, or didn’t say, and do, or didn’t do, she still looked like an idiot.

"You don’t want to speak?" He asked.

His voice was calm, but it sent a nervous tremor all over her body.

She wondered if he was secretly pissed that she had come into his garden without seeking permission.

She genuinely thought everyone would be asleep by this time. As it unfortunately turned out, Ace’s household operated by mood and not standard time.

"I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I’m sorry."

He scoffed. "Sorry? Why does everyone have to always apologize when they can just explain themselves, and keep it moving?" It was more a statement that sounded like a question.

She didn’t know if she was supposed to answer that or not. What she did know was that she needed help.

Her head darted from side to side, as if a magical portal would magically open, for her to jump through.

He observed her with fascination in his eyes. There was something different about her this morning.

Sure she still looked like a nervous wreck, but her appearance was different.

A short skirt that showed those legs that could be wrapped twice around a man’s waist. The slightest breeze would see him staring directly at her—

"I want to make my own perfume!" She suddenly blurted out, pulling him out of his fantasy.

Good for her for speaking up, but bad for his imagination. He was just about to guess if she had worn one of the thongs he specifically asked her to buy.

"Yeah, why did you ask her to buy that again?" He questioned in his head, but came out with a blank.

"Perfume, huh? By yourself? Is that safe?"

She couldn’t help the chuckle that came out of her throat. Sometimes, it is hard to see people’s privilege until they speak..

Well, who was she really kidding? She could see his privilege all over this house. The garden that had a fountain. Even the man himself screamed of privilege.

"I didn’t know I was a comedian," he said, and she instantly frowned.

"Sorry," she muttered under her breath.

"That was a joke."

Her head snapped up. He couldn’t be serious. That was his definition of a joke? She thought, cackling in her head.

But in front of him, she kept a straight face. "Oh."

Things had suddenly gotten awkward. He was really trying to lighten the mood, but it didn’t work.

"Hey, Mrs Fay. Here’s your— Sir Ace?" Cam paused when he came into the garden, and found his boss standing before the fountain.

"Cam. You’re in on this too?" He asked, still very much calmly.

"Uhmmm—" he looked at Fay to see if he was in trouble, but she quickly lowered her gaze. "I was just—" he gave up, not wanting to further dig his grave.

"Relax Cam, it’s just a question."

"Relax?" Fay thought with a scoff.

Didn’t he know how scary he was? Standing there alone was enough to send anyone running Helter Skelter for help.

"Marilyn asked that I bring your wife a workbench." He lifted the already heavy bench as if no one could see it.

Fay was briefly amazed at how much strength he had to have to be able to lift that all by himself.

Meanwhile, Ace knew it was time to wrap up the conversation. He needed to talk to Fay alone.

"Do you need help dropping it?" He asked.

"I’ll manage sir."

Cam forced a smile, and proceeded to a clear spot to drop the table.

His hands were red when he pulled them off but the fact Fay had finally looked at him with gratitude, made the pain worth it.

"I was supposed to bring a chair, but I couldn’t carry the two together."

"Yeah, go bring the chair," Ace said in a dismissive voice.

"Yes sir." He bowed, and scurried out of the garden.

A shiver course through Fay. He was so scary. The scariest man she knew. He didn’t just scare her body, but also her heart.

"How did I get here lord?" She asked in her heart.

"I want to talk to you Fay," he said, and turned his back on her.

She didn’t know what that meant. Was she supposed to go to him, or just stay right where she was? Her knees buckled, and she almost tumbled forward.

Her fingers holding on to the bag trembled. What now? She wondered.

"I said I need to talk to you," he repeated behind his shoulder.

Getting the message, she pulled herself forward, and stopped just behind him.

When he didn’t feel her by his side, he turned around, and came face to face with her.

She jerked because of how close he was, and instinctively bit her lips.

His eyes went down, wishing he was her upper lips biting her lower lips.

The thought sent him reeling with shock. It had come from nowhere. Crept up on him like a horny priest.

"You called," she said breathlessly, for lack of other things to say.

"I did." His eyes remained on her lips. In his head, he knew he was supposed to look away, but he couldn’t just tear his eyes off the cherry beauty. It looked moist, and ready for a good sucking.

"What did you want to tell me?"

He blinked when her lips parted and those words came out of it. These were innocent words, so why did the movement of her mouth make him want to do things to her that would make the devil blush, and avert his gaze?

"Ace?"

His name coming out of her mouth was therapeutic to his ears. If she was calling it this way, he would pay to hear her moan it.

"You couldn’t last a year without sex."

Landon’s words drifted into his ears, reminding him of his bet.

"Oh fuck off!" He whispered in his mind.

He stretched out both hands, and grabbed each side of her shoulders. As soon as he touched her, she felt a jolt of electricity travel the lengths of her body.

He felt it too. It took everything in him not to lay her on the ground, and give her everything in him, and some more.

Her eyes widened when instead of the crazy scenes he had in his thoughts, he lifted her from ground up, and placed her on the pavement just by the fountain.

Lowering his head, he stared at her curious, widened eyes. "You should sit while we talk," he said, and straightened up.

Fay’s pulse was racing at a speed her heart couldn’t keep up with. She had never felt desire like this before. She pleaded with God not to make her shame visible, because she could already feel her nipples threatening to stand.

"I should have worn a bra," she thought.

"You’re really trying to make perfumes," he said the second he pulled himself together.

She looked at him, and her pupils that were already constricting, dilated.

He was holding her bag. How he had managed to pull it out of her hand without her noticing, would forever be a mystery to her.

"Is this why you smell so good?" He blurted before he realized he had divulged too much.

A smile slipped out of her face. "You think I smell good?" She asked.

"Be careful Fay!" A warning voice in her head whooshed, but she ignored it.

Just once, she wanted to bask in his praise.

"Don’t you know?" He asked in surrender. He had said it already. There was no way he could just recant it.

"I didn’t. I’m sure it’s just the oils. There’s nothing special about it." She remembered she wasn’t all that special, and instantly quenched the joy that had been sparked in her heart by his words.

He looked at her, noticing something from her tone. She wasn’t used to getting compliments. In fact, she was actively trying to give everything else but her efforts credit.

"It’s good perfume. Would you like to monetize it someday? You could own your own fragrance line."

She chuckled dryly. "Me? I don’t think so." She swept a strand of hair covering her face, and tucked it behind her ear.

Such a simple movement, yet so profound it made him stop, and stare.

She was so beautiful. He knew before, but seeing her sit by the fountain, she looked ethereal.

"What is it?" She looked up at him.

"Nothing." After all, she had lied using the same word too.