THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 99: NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY

Chapter 99: NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY

"Do you know each other?" Marilyn asked just as Fay took a step backward.

Her gaze darted between the stranger that had walked up to her and started a discussion on why adults loved ice cream just as much as kids.

She was going to ignore him when he mentioned something that caught her attention.

A store. Her store. Over twenty years ago. Of course, not too many souls knew about it.

But it was the sweet tooth shop. Everyone loved it, both the old and young.

It was a time her life had a clear direction. When she was still ambitious.

That was in the past. Right now, she had greater things to worry about. For example, why Fay looked like she had seen a ghost. A terrifying ghost.

"You look rather familiar," the man directed at Fay, who looked ready to jump out of her skin at any moment.

She inhaled, and held her breath. Afraid that if she breathed too much, she would fall apart.

Internally, she fought a big battle. Whether to remain standing, or take to her heels, screaming, "monster, monster!"

A few seconds passed without any motion from her. Distantly, she could hear him converse with Marilyn. She just couldn’t comprehend what was said.

But when the man took a step towards her, alarm bells rang in her head, spurring her foot.

Exhaling the breath she had been holding, she dusted her foot, and began to walk away.

"Mrs Fay?!" Marilyn called, her head moving side to side in confusion. "Please excuse me," she said to the man who remained smiling as she hurried after her boss’s wife.

Fay didn’t stop until she was beside the car.

Reaching out to the window, she began to knock frantically. As she knocked her entire body vibrated. Her lips quivered. She could feel her chest tightening to the point breathing became nearly impossible.

Cam, who had ear plugs stuck in his ears, felt a rattling sensation and whipped his head to the window, and found Fay knocking.

His eyes widened, and he quickly pulled off the plugs. Almost ripping the door apart in a hasty attempt to open it, he stepped out when it finally opened up.

"Get me out of here," she whispered, and stumbled forward.

His eyes bulged as he reflexively caught her. Instincts kicked, and he swiftly moved her to the back seat.

Marilyn came running when he had made the round back to the driver’s seat.

"Mrs Fay?" She called worriedly.

Cam wind window. "Get in Marilyn. We need to get her out of here," he said.

She nodded, and entered the car through the other door.

"Mrs Fay," she tried to touch her, but she shuddered, and pulled away. "What happened back there Mrs Fay?" She asked in a somber voice.

Fay couldn’t speak. She wanted to voice out how much it hurt, but there was a restriction on her throat. She didn’t know if it was her tears stuck there, because none seemed to fall from her eyes.

Maybe it was just shock that had formed into this massive ball that was now blocking her vocal box.

All she knew was that she tried to voice out how she felt, but just couldn’t.

Alone in her feeling, and experience, she buried herself in her head.

He didn’t look any different than he did over ten years ago. That smile was still sinister. The eyes still held a perverted expression of lust.

Mustache that assumed the whiskers of a predator. He was the embodiment of bad, and his presence alone was enough to want to die.

She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling so dirty. Buried emotions, suppressed memories, guilt, anger and shame that was once forgotten, recently surfaced, had fully returned- in the flesh.

Her skin felt slimy. She wanted to claw it out with her finger tips. His presence was enough to do that.

The irony of being hounded by the both of them through different means, but on the same day.

Holding her breath, she waited for the tears that didn’t come. She was supposed to be bawling her eyes out. But just like before when she easily suppressed her tears after hearing what Ace had been up to, she was doing the same thing now.

Marilyn observed Fay. Despite her eyes tightly shut close like she was scared the faintest hint of light would expose her misery, she could still tell she was devastated.

It had to be that man. She wasn’t like this until she saw that man. A big conundrum because he had looked normal. Charming even.

Where could Fay possibly have known him long enough to adopt such fear over his mere presence?

She thought back to how she had flinched when he took a step towards her. She had known her long enough to know she only did that when she was scared of being physically hurt.

The more she thought about it, the less sense it made. But she was scared to death herself. Scared of what Ace would do when they got home.

That fear tripled when Cam pulled the car into the parking lot of the compound..

Her stomach turned when she looked through the window and found Ace and Landon stepping out in a hurry.

They were already headed for a car, perhaps in a bid to go searching for Fay, when they paused and turned around on seeing Cam drive in.

She threw a quick glance at Fay who had still not made any movements, save for the continuous shivering of her entire body.

She hadn’t opened her eyes either. Her knuckles were tightly shut, and if you listened in, you could hear her teeth clatter.

Ace was going to lose it, no doubt whatsoever. Anyone could say whatever they thought of their relationship, but she knew he cared about Fay in a way he had never cared for anyone else.

Cam inhaled sharply when he turned his head to the back and saw Fay’s vulnerable state.

When he raised his head up, Ace had gotten to them.

In a split second, he pulled the door open, panic in his movements.

"Fay?" He raised his voice a little, as he pushed his head into the car.

His breath caught against his chest when he saw her. Eyes shut tight, body shuddering, teeth chattering.

"Fay!" He moved to pull her out, but she shoved him away, as she violently began to shake.

"No! I don’t want to sleep with you. Leave me alone uncle Devin. I can’t do this. Please—" she muttered over and over again.

"Oh my God!" Marilyn suddenly snapped in realization. "Her aunt’s husband!"

In a heartbeat, Ace carried her into his arms. Ignoring her screams, and thrashing about, he held on to her tightly, and carried her all the way into the house.

He went straight to his room, and dropped her on the bed.

"Fay," he leaned over her, touching her cheeks, her forehead, shoulders, everywhere else he could comfort her..

Suddenly, she grabbed his hand and brought it to her chest.

"Why do they hurt me?" She asked, tears finally dropping down her eyes.

"Fay," he called, wishing he knew more words to comfort her with.

She opened her eyes, and saw him staring down at her.

"You too. You hurt me. You’re all the same. My uncle, your uncle, Gabriel, you, all of you," she said bitterly.

It was as if he had imagined her previous reaction. She was rather too calm now. But the tears were present. And as it rolled down her cheeks again, he caught it with his free hand.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, hoping she could sense the sincerity of his apology.

He was really sorry. It was his fault, he could admit. If he hadn’t been at the lake house, none of this would have happened.

"Why? You don’t even owe me anything. Why?" She repeated, pressing his hand on her chest harder.

He felt his fingers graze through her breasts, and a memory jolted him.

That night. Soft tissues had pressed him. He had thought it was Fay’s. He called her, and she answered. That was all he remembered before his memory went blank again.

He had thought it was her, and was willing to proceed with her. To do everything she would have liked to do, and even more.

Something had shifted, he thought in distress.

He wasn’t supposed to have such thoughts concerning her. The stolen kisses were cute, and should have ended there.

Desire was a different ball game. Desire that currently stirred in him as she pressed his hand against her chest.

"I owe you an explanation and protection. I’m the reason you’re here," he said, remembering her question.

"So where were you the other night? Why did Alexander find me, and not you? Even today, where were you?" She questioned with a heavy heart.

"You’re right. I didn’t do what I was supposed to do. How can I make amends? What do you want, Fay?"

She looked at him intensely, as if she was studying his mind. Then slowly, averted her gaze. "Nothing," she said, and pushed his hand away from her chest.