Ace’s POVAngel sat beside me, looking out through the window. I couldn't quite tell her expression as she had her head slightly facing away from me, and my eyes mainly concentrated on the road. I cleared my throat and commenced a conversation after prolonged silence.“Thank you!” I uttered shortly.“It's alright!” She returned the same energy. There I was, having thought she was absent-minded but the whole time she may have been reading every ounce of my breath.I sucked my lips and arched one eyebrow, as my hands steered gently on the wheel. It was the first time I found myself experiencing difficulties in talking to her. “Although, I don't see why you did that,” I mumbled, my eyes on the road. “I mean, considering our history till now, and the nature of our relationship.” I stole a glance at her upon saying, and focused my eyes back on the road.Blankly, she responded. “It's alright!” “I mean it, though. Thank you!” I yakked.“It's alright!” She snapped. For the third time in
Angel’s POV We finished dining and wining, courtesy of me, and all that was left lingering in the air was silence as we stared at each other. My husband wore an inquisitive expression on his face. I knew exactly what was going on inside his rocky mind, but I struck not to say anything until he did. Rather not to say anything until he fell asleep. “Did I tell you thanks? For the food?” He pondered from across the table, picking his teeth.I sighed softly, running my tiny hands on the table.“Well, you didn't. But I will take the question as appreciation for my good cooking!” “Mmh. Thank you!” He mumbled, before a heavy yawn interrupted his precedented continuation.He frowned at it. It was too early for his bed time, almost three hours!He flashed a scornful but inquisitive look at me, which I responded with a clueless arch of the eyebrows.“What?!” I asked, holding my hands up in the air.“Angel,” he mumbled, roaring. “Why am I yawning?” “I don't know, probably jet lag. I'm feeli
Angel’s POV“Should I go ahead?” My husband’s deep and dreamy voice whispered with a soft sigh into my ear.I nodded with a groan, not knowing if I should scream or hold my composure as his finger made rounds under my panties, driving me to insurmountable pleasure. His other hand supported my waist from my hubd back.Panting, he thrusted his finger inside me.“Ah!” I gasped.‘God! Not this again!’ I cried in my mind.He had pushed and pulled thrice before I interrupted.“Uhm, wait!” I demanded, wearing a piss.“What?!” I let out a sigh, fixing my clothes.“Can you just fuck me the right way?” With a dead stare at my face, he hissed, with no single vibration of bother in his voice.“Angel, it's this or nothing!” “But…” He interrupted my nag by pulling me to his chest. His warm breath hit my face gently, calming me down from my horny rage.I let him have his way with me using his finger, and slowly but surely, I gave in to the moans which had been building up. Although I didn't ‘co
Ace’s POVHurriedly, I tiptoed to my car as soon as I put the phone back into my pocket. I hadn't even bothered to wash my fingers that just performed the holy work. Without wasting any time, I accelerated onto the highway to my father's house. When I arrived there, he was sitting with Lulu by the dining table, sipping on wine. It seemed as though they had just had dinner, even though the table was already clean of plates to back that.“Good evening, father and mother!” I stuttered. My pacing heart had interfered with the flow of my voice.Lulu rolled her eyes and took a large gulp. The gesture alone was enough to signal me the issue was bigger than I had imagined.“Son, sit down!” Jeremy demanded. His tone, although stiff, had a low, scared essence to it.Reluctantly, I put my gluteus maximus against the soft suede of the dining chair.“You heard what I said on the phone, right?” Jeremy groaned.My heart sank. I didn't have a word in me to answer him. Or rather, them.“You're not
Sarah’s POV At the top of my mind, I wanted to excuse Angel's behavior for the effect of the heavy medication she might have been on. I picked up my phone and started typing.“‘You need to tell me everything!” And reluctantly, I tapped send, before I struck to send a follow-up that would convince her. “‘If we’re going to be working together, then I need to know everything. Your husband is not who he seems to be!” And sent.Or maybe I should've left out the last part? I pondered to myself, but the message was already sent. I waited impatiently, shaking my legs nervously.My husband found me holding my phone in my hand, my leg stomping up and down anxiously. He had a few things in his hand that had to go into the suitcase as he’d started packing for our Maldives trip.“Babe!” He called out, putting them away and making his way to me. I moved aside to create space for him to sit beside me.He drew his pants and bumped against the bed, then retrieved the phone from my hand. After read
Ace’s POV“Hello!” I answered. It was my father. “Surprised, right?!” He remarked on the other end of the line. I could hear the sound of him taking a large puff.My lips didn't move.“Listen, Ace. Lulu, Luis, Sarah and Bruno are my family more than you are.”My heart sank. ‘What?!’ I pondered to myself. “So, make sure you find my son as soon as possible. I can't afford to lose my family because of you. Okay?” He snapped. I felt needles and arrows pierce through my heart at his declaration. My lips vibrated as I skirmished to keep the heavy tears from making their way out of my eyes. “Heard me, son?” He continued. With a heavy heart, it's pounding almost blocking my vocal cords, all I could do was growl. His words were still reverberating in my mind, but my brain was almost blocked to comprehend what they really meant. He resumed. “You have 16 hours to bring my son; my real son, to my doorstep. Or else, you're going to have it coming for you!” He threatened, before the line beep
Ace’s POVI got back home in the middle of the dark, and headed straight to bed. Angel was still sleeping peacefully, and I snuggled beside her, then held her into my arms as I listened to her rhythmed breathing. On the other hand, my racing thoughts didn't give me the privilege of getting to slumber, so I watched into the phantasmic sunrise amidst the dark, raging clouds. Around 7am, Angel regained consciousness. She didn't say a word, she just stood from my numb arm's rest, and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later, I dragged myself out of bed and headed into the bathroom. “I can't even have a shower without you meddling?” She complained. “For God's sake, Ace, I'm gonna go mad. I can feel it!” She decried, her voice breaking. “I'm sorry!” I whispered. “I don't know how to apologise, but I think it’d be better if you take a break from my hideous face and go somewhere where you don't have to see me!” I suggested, cracking my knuckles nervously, as I stared at my re
Angel's POV“Let's go, Aunt Stephie!” I said lowly, ironing my dress with my palms. “I'm sorry, child. I wanted to tell you, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't even know where I'd start.” She explained.Aunt Stephie continued. “But, seeing you here and dying to confront him broke my heart. I'm really sorry I betrayed your trust. You deserved to know!” She muttered, holding her hands together in front of her.She looked away from my gaze, which wasn't at all condescending. Just despaired.“It's all right.” I assured, seeing her crack her knuckles anxiously. “Let's just go, I will talk to his tomb instead. That's all I'm worth after all!” I hissed, my feet already taking me to the door, only to realise Stephie had remained behind, glued to one spot. I frowned. “Aunt! Let's move so we can go shopping afterwards. There's a lot we need to buy.” But, she didn't budge. “Is everything alright?” I pondered, arching my right eyebrow. A heavy sigh left her lips. Her eyes