Chapter 10 You are my heartbeat.

Aella

She is even more annoying than I could ever imagine. She starts dishing out instructions to the three ladies, asking them to take the dresses off the hangers and place them on the bed. I sit down on the edge of the bed, my eyes burning with unshed tears. I would kill Ace the minute I see him, how dare he disrespect me by sending his lover here?

It was my first time in a different room, how many days in this mansion and I had no idea there were rooms downstairs. I wonder if he had fucked her on this same bed.

"Ah! it's a good thing I always come prepared. These dresses would fit."

I don't like the colours, most of them are purple and the rest are lemon. I don't have anything against them, but I would like to look less... colourful when going to class. For somebody who had her legs spread for a man, it's ridiculous that I feel shy undressing in front of these women. I can't remember when last I had a bra on, my boobs are not exactly small, but it is noticeable when I go around without bras.

I take off my shirt and try on the first dress she hands over to me.

"Ah! It fits" Sarah says clapping her hands, startling me for the millionth time. That wasn't a compliment, it was said maliciously.

I don't like the dress, it is not my style, not something I would pick up any time of the day to wear.

"You look displeased" She sits on a chair beside the bed, crossing her legs gracefully. I give it to her, she is hot! even I admire her as a woman.

"I don't like the..." I breathe in, I don't want to offend her. "I don't like the colours of these dresses. This looks so... it looks too short." The so-called gown, stops at my bum, how am I supposed to walk or even bend in this? I like comfortable clothes. Don't get me started on the low neckline that has my boobs almost spilling out of the dress.

"Do your scars bother you? Ace must be losing his taste in women. He likes his women marked, but only when he puts it on them. Those scars look old, and I know he just..." she tsk "Brought you in a few days ago."

I burn with anger. I want to scratch her eyes and land a slap on her face. She has no right to comment on my body, no right to comment on my scars which represent my years of pain and torture from mama's hands. Ace didn't notice them yesterday, and even if he did, he was not bothered by them.

"Sarah, I don't like your tone. You have done nothing but throw jabs at me since you walked through that front door. I don't care if you had a thing going on with Ace. The fact that you are here to style me, brings me to the conclusion that you were never a good lay. You have no shame; you still came here to style his new woman even after you were rejected."

I start undressing. I want to cry, but I would not do it in front of them. "He would tire of you soon. You would never be able to please him, you would never be able to accept the things he likes during sex."

I button my shirt up, turning to face her with a smirk. "Last I remember, it was my pussy he couldn't get enough of last night. Show yourself out when you are done bitch."

I stomp out of the room red-eyed. As usual, my two bodyguards try to follow me. "I swear, if you follow me, I will scratch your eyes out." That does it because they remain put but I don't miss the amused look on their face. I hear Dan say Mr Hale before I climb the stars. The bastard couldn't even wait for a minute before calling Ace.

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I create an illusion in my head. I created a perfect world, starting from the day I went to the club. in my world, I met Ace, he offered to buy me drinks and I agreed to go home with him to spend the week in his big mansion, my week ends today, and because I am a respectable guest, I have decided to wait for him to come back home before I decide to leave.

I want to leave right now, but I know I cannot with those two big men outside, I might have tried to handle one, but two is my limit.

I take in deep breaths, I know he will be here soon, Dan called him immediately I left the room in anger. My pretend world makes me calmer. I want to cut myself; I miss having a sharp object on my skin, I miss the warmness I feel when my blood touches my skin.

I count to Twenty, if he does not arrive, I might lose my mind and crave the intense satisfaction I feel from hurting myself. Ace doesn't disappoint, when I get to ten, he opens the door of the bedroom, striding in, looking hot and sexy in his three-piece suit.

He looks tired, his eyes are not as sharp as before, I spot a day-old beard, it makes him look older and even sexier.

"Angel."

I lost my patience; one I had spent the past few minutes building. I move to him and slap him, my palm stings but I ignore it and slap him a second time, he holds my hand on the third attempt.

He looks at me in disbelief. "What the fuck Aella, what has gotten into you?"

"Let go of me, let me go," I scream in his face.

He takes some time to free me, I think the look on my face must have brought him to a conclusion.

"I want out." good girl Aella, go back to the world you spent time creating. This is the end of the week, you had a great time and it is time to go home.

He leaves me by the door, going to the closet, taking off his tie. "You know this conversation ends the same way, and that is with me saying no."

"Okay, Fuck it!" Fuck the beautiful world I had created, he wants to fight dirty, I am his girl.

"Don't swear Angel, you know how much I hate that."

"I swear if you call me Angel one more time, I will scratch your eyes out, even your money wouldn't be able to repair the damage, you are a fucking, stupid, crazy, weird motherfucker."

That gets his attention, his jaw drops as he looks at me in disbelief. "Don't push me, I have had a very long day."

"You would do well to let me go back home this minute. You don't like me swearing? I promise you there is more from where that came from."

He moves back to the room, and I follow him. He sits on the bed taking off his shoes and socks. Have I mentioned that this man's feet are gorgeous?

"You would do well to apologize right now Aella. I am not a patient man; I am getting to my breaking point."

With him seated, and me standing, I look so small in front of him. But fuck him for telling me to apologize.

"I will call the police if you don't let me go home."

"And do you think your friend didn't do that? I own the police, Angel."

"Don't call me that!" I snap at him.

"You are mine; you were mine from the moment I saw you. You can't escape me, and the earlier you accept it, the better for you."

"This is kidnapping Ace; this is a crime. Keeping me here against my will, forcing me to obey you."

He winces. "I have been nothing but kind to you, I have only held your best interest at heart. You are not here against your will, although, it might have started that way, you want me because you know you are mine."

"And I am supposed to sit here pretty while you invite your fuck buddies to your home."

"I am no saint. I have never fucked any woman more than once, and no, you are the first woman in this house."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" I ask laughing. "Would you also let me go when you fuck me?"

"You know the answer to that. I would never get enough of you. My heart started beating again the moment I touched you. You are my heartbeat."

I know this too, I would never get enough of him, but he is a liar. "You called that bitch here; you fucked her in your house."

"I have no relationship with her."

"She knew you had a room downstairs, I didn't. She also knew your housekeeper."

"They go way back, Angel. She knew that because I felt you would feel more comfortable not having her anywhere upstairs."

"You liar," I scream at him.

Something about the look on his face causes me to panic. "I would never lie to you. Don't call me a liar."

"I don't believe you, let me go."

"Come here, Angel." His skin burned in an angry red colour as he stood up. "Now" he growled.

I shake my head, flinching back towards the door as he approached. I have never been scared of him before, but something about his voice tells me I have pushed him too far.

"Don't!" I yelled out the moment he captured my wrist and pushed me to the bed.

"I warned you not to push me."

He tore my shirt off me while I struggled, and then he dragged my boxer down my legs, pulling them off my feet.

"on all fours"

"Ace?" He is scaring me. "I would never forgive you if you touched me."

"You would forgive me for anything Aella. I don't appreciate you disrespecting me. You would hold still or I would tie you up."

I quickly get on all fours on the bed. "Ace" I protest. I gasp when he lands a warning swat on the tight globe of my ass.

"You are going to hold very still Angel. I don't want to hurt you more than I intend to."

"Ace I am sorry." I start sobbing.

I cry out, a whimper following as his belt cracked against the flesh of my ass.

"Ace please, I am sorry." I start begging. He had warned me about spanking me. My ass is on fire.

I scream when he hits me again, leaving a second strip parallel to the first one.

"You should never have disrespected me."

He lands another strike across the first two. I whimper, breaking my position to get away from him, trying to escape the punishment and the pain. He is faster, clutching me to his chest and grabbing my hands, holding them behind me as I struggle to get free.

"I am sorry, please Ace."

He wraps his free hand around my breast, pinching my nipple to the point of pain, forcing a moan from me. "What are you sorry for Angel?"

My tears fall freely. "I am sorry for slapping you, for calling you a liar, for saying I need to leave you. I am sorry for saying I am not yours."

He lets go of the belt and sinks two fingers inside my drenched pussy. I moan, despite the pain that lit my ass on fire.

"You are weeping for me baby, look how wet you are. Did you enjoy me spanking you?"

"Yes, but not so hard." I bow my back when the fingers in my pussy start fucking me faster.

"What do you want?"

"Please fuck me." I want him inside me. "Make me come"

"You want me to fill you with my cum?" He lets go of my hands and I wrap it around his neck, kissing him, sucking on his tongue like my life depended on it.