Touching the Heart of Ace

Chapter 27

I loved our new room. This was more spacious, had a bath tub, and the kitchen was really cool.

It had been only a week but it felt like a very long time because of that dingy tiny room. Here, I could

breathe easier.

??Love it???

I nodded. ??I want to cook.??

??Baby... please... I could get any food you want.??

??I don??t want food; I want to cook.??

He sighed, resting his face on my chest. ??Whyyyy???

??Because I love cooking.??

He rolled his head on my chest and it was tickling. ??Nooo...??

??What? You do not like my cooking???

??You know that is not true.?? He glared.

??Then, why???

??God! You are so aggravating!??

My jaws dropped. I was??? I was aggravating??? ME?

??What the holy fuck! You kidnap me, fucking hook me to wall and pound me senseless, keep me

chained in your bed for one whole day, and I was the one who is aggravating? Fuck you sideways,

Robert Brantley, fuck you.??

He laughed and pulled me to his chest.

??Angel.?? He brushed the hair of my face pecking my nose, and I scrunched it up. It tickled. I

sneezed and wiped my nose on his chest.

He pushed my face up, ??Of all the things I thought I would miss about you, it is not your precious

smile, your gorgeous eyes, your tight wet warmth, but you getting annoyed at me and putting me in my

place would be the most I miss about.??

I pushed at his chest and he only hugged me harder. ??Did I tell you how amazing you are, Angel???

??Only thrice since this morning.??

??Ah! What a horrible person I am? You are amazing, Angel. Truly, utterly, fascinatingly...??

I nodded along with him, ??Still want to cook. Please continue.??

??Damn it.??

Why was he not moving? It was getting late, I needed to start cooking and he needed to buy whole lot

of things from a knife to salt and pepper. It would be better if he took me with him but, I did not want to

get fucked to the last inch of my life again, thank you very much.

I pushed on his shoulders and he whined. ??Just... five more minutes.??

I sighed, taking in his strong masculine scent. It should be illegal to smell this divine without a

deodorant.

??Robbie???

??Mmmm???

??I??ve been meaning to ask...??

??What is it???

??How did you find out I was not in shower???

His eyes got a bit paranoid and his hand tightened a bit more, but I did not mind. He was jumpy and I

did not want him to thrash.

??You were not humming.??

??What???

He picked me up and put me on the kitchen counter, situating himself between my thighs... his head on

my heart felt so nice.

??You hum when you shower, babe. You are tone deaf, but you still sing.??

I scowled. ??FYI, I-sing-better-than-you Brantley, I am not tone deaf, you just sing better.?? Huff. ??

And I do not hum when I shower.??

He kissed me. ??You always hum when you shower, and you go through your phone when you bath.??

??Fine!??

??You do, baby, you hummed Mission Impossible song today, more of like, Lalalaaa lalalaaa lalalaa la

la la. I think from the Dr. Seuss movie we watched yesterday.??

I blushed and smacked his hand.

There was no way... uh uh!

??Go get me kitchen stuff.?? I hopped off the counter.

??Anything else, Your Highness???

I hid my smile. ??Anything you like, Peasant.??

He growled.

He handcuffed me to the bed, pressed a kiss on my palm, locked me inside this gorgeous room and

left; promising he would not be too late.

I shook my head.

Should he not go back home? Shouldn??t he visit his... his...

Doctors asked for husband right? He was not the least bit worried and that was worrying me.

Shouldn??t he at least call her? He never did, or did he do it behind my back? But Robbie was not like

that, if he was calling, then he was calling and that was that. Like he had informed Jason that I was with

him but he never let me call anyone.

That brute!

So, if he wanted to call his wife, he would have called her. But, he never did.

I sighed. I missed him already.

The more I spent time with him, the more I craved him. He was my drug. So tempting, addicting,

fulfilling and so harmful. But I wanted him, God! Did I want him!

This was place was nice though, it had a beautiful scenery outside, with fresh air flowing and filling my

lungs. He was very sad after his tantrum, asking why I ran, repeatedly. When I told him that room was a

prison and of course I would run again, if I got a chance, he took me here.

Jason was right, I thought. Robbie was still a five-year-old child who was left at the door step of an

orphanage when he got extreme emotions. He truly was a Big Baby. I loved what we did that day,

except the chaining to the bed next day.

I loved it when he... he... God! He made me a pervert too. Was I a masochist? No, I was far from it, I

hated pain with passion. But, when it is Robbie, I loved it, his eyes so focused on me, his whole being

revolving around me and his whispering my name over and over again... I loved it too much. Did he

mean it? Would he breath down my neck if I ran? I wanted that. I wanted him to the person I crashed

into.

Robbie did come back earlier than I expected and I was so happy. He had picked up some animation

movies for us to watch, and a very huge bouquet.

I rolled my eyes.

??Why do you always get me flowers??? I asked him, his lips still firmly pressed on mine.

??Because you love flowers and bouquets remind you of your family.??

I froze.

He was right, whenever I saw a bouquet, I thought of my daddy bringing amazing ones to mommy till

his last day. When was the last time I made Mama a bouquet? I missed her a lot.

??Th... thank you, Robbie.??

He patted my back, knowing very well I needed a moment alone... ??I will put the ice cream in the

freezer.??

It was only when I started chopping vegetables did I notice Robbie truly uncomfortable and squirming

on his seat.

??What???

??N... nothing??

??You look scared, Robbie.?? I chuckled. What was the Great Robert Brantley scare of?

Then his eyes locked on the sharp knife, I was slicing the mushrooms with. He was scared of the knife.

I swung it gently left and right, and his eyes followed the movement.

I pointed it to him, making an angry face. ??I can stab you, Robbie. Do not come near.??

God his face was so funny. I bit my lips not to laugh out loud. His eyes widened and he had this

ridiculous facial expression. He stood off the kitchen chair and advanced to me, coming around the

counter. I simply rose my left eyebrow. I was not the scared one, he was. He stood to the left of me

turning me to him, the knife still pointed to his chest.

??Go ahead. You can kill me. I do not care. I would love to die by your hands.?? He pressed his chest

to the tip of the knife.

I pulled it back fast.

??You are crazy!??

??I mean it, my Angel.?? I put the knife down and undid top buttons of his shirt.

What if the tip had pricked him?

Thankfully it had not. I dressed him back. ??Stop being a nuisance and get me the carrots.??

This man!

He went obediently. I did not bother to look at him when he placed the carrots near the chopping board.

He was making me feel. And I did not want to feel. Who was I kidding? He made me feel just by

breathing.

??You can do anything to me and I will let you. But do not expect me to let you leave, because I

cannot.?? Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He hugged me from behind and pressed kisses all over the nape of my neck.

??Just because I cannot push the knife into your heart does not mean I cannot smack you with a rolling

pin. Get off!?? God! My man had one track mind.

He simply chuckled. ??Yes, dear.??

??Do not say stuff like that anymore.?? I mumbled. ??I do not like hearing that.?? I dropped the knife

on the counter. He had said the same thing on the night we spent in my dorm.

??But that is the truth, love. Then he smiled so creepily, ??If I am to die, will you come with me???

??Stop asking stupid questions.?? My arms unconsciously wound around his neck. I would not bear if

he...

??You would have to kil...??

I covered his mouth with my hand. ??Please don??t.??

He nodded and kissed my hand; I felt the constriction in my heart loosen.

Did he love me? Did he not love me? I loved him, I loved him too much, which would be my downfall

one day.

The dinner was surprisingly delicious with the way Robbie attached me to my back like a baby monkey,

I thought we would lose some good dishes.

But Robbie was behaving weird when we retired to the bed after watching a movie cuddled up on the

sofa. I did not dig deep into it and I was half way to my sleep.

He was turning and twisting in the bed. He would then sit up and press a kiss on my cheek and try to

sleep. Then he would sit up, shake his head and do all of these again.

What was his problem? I saw him rubbing his chest. I was getting worried.

??Robbie...?????

He was not hearing me. He was sitting there and rubbing his chest, his eyes squeezed shut. I gently

rubbed his back.

??What is wrong, Robbie??? I shook him.

Nothing.

??What is wrong??? This idiot was really scaring me.

I put the light on and hugged from his back and rubbed his chest along with him.

He was so out of it.

??Big baby, tell me, what is wrong???

That was it!

I straddled his lap and slapped his cheeks.

??WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG???

??Angel??? Then he hugged me hard.

??What is wrong? Tell me.?? I muffled out from his chest. My nose was squished.

His heart was beating like a scared rabbit.

??No... nothing... cannot sleep. I will stay awake.??

He started kissing my wrists. Why the hell was he...?

Shit!!!

I pulled him to me and dragged him to the kitchen. I took the knife from the shelf and handed it to him.

??There, hide it anywhere you want to. I will stay here. Take anything that is making you

uncomfortable.??

He was cute with his mouth hanging open.

Big Baby!

Then he started opening and closing all the shelves like a madman. When he took the baking

thermometer, I gave him an evil eye. He smiled sheepishly.

He pressed a quick kiss on my lips and carried everything to God knows where!

??You will bring them back when you come home from work tomorrow. I want to cook again.?? I rolled

my eyes.

??Yes, love.??

He took twenty minutes to come back. I made him drink a whole glass of chilled water and put him to

bed.

When he made me his blanket, I did not protest because his heart had only started to beat normally.

??Angel???

??Mmmm???

He drifted off to sleep, sighing.