Chapter44

I broke the kiss. She smiled, satisfied and brainwashed. "Hm, so that's how?" "Yup. So the next time you don't wear panties, it won't be for nothing." I let her go. "I hope so." she smirked and entered the elevator, "Goodnight." "Goodnight, sweetheart." When the elevator door closed, I felt the food I'd eaten come up to my throat. Nausea. I put a hand over my mouth and quickly made it back to my apartment. I didn't even speak to Keith but made my way straight to the toilets. "What's wrong??" I heard Keith ask from behind me. Once in the toilets, every, single thing I'd eaten and drank that night came out. I vomited like never before. "Woah man, what's wrong? You ill?" Keith asked, patting my back while I coughed. "No– *cough* *cough*. Just a poisonous kiss...*cough*..." Sawyer's POV: Ace had left me in a really horny state. Damn. He was so sexy. I needed release. I felt really frustrated. But I was happy he'd apologised though. I checked my phone and that was when I noticed a message from Kevin. I called him. "Hello, baby? You coming?" he asked. "You're lucky, you little bastard. I'm really horny right now. Tie your eyes and sit on that bed of yours and wait patiently. Don't forget the rope. I'm on my way." "You bet, sweetheart." I hung up. Sawyer's POV: I reached Kevin's place and he was exactly where I wanted him to be. He was sitting patiently on his bed with only his boxers and his eyes tied with a cloth by the time I entered his room. "Baby? Is that you?" he asked. "Yes." I went up to him and kissed his forehead. "I've been waiting for you." "I'm here now. Lay down." He did. I took the little rope on the table and tied his wrists to the bedpost, so he was completely vulnerable. It was our little game we appreciated. "Honey?" I called. "Yeah?" "I want us to play a new game. I want you to call me a different name while we have sex and I'll do same." "Why?" "It's just to make things intriguing. To make it seem like you're sleeping with someone else. Anybody else you've ever thought of sleeping with." "Um, that sounds great." "I know. So who will you be imagining? Or how will you be calling me?" "Haha, how bout Angelina jolie?" I laughed and he followed. "Why not? Sure. You'll be calling me Angelina and imagine that she's on top of you, not me." "Okay. And you? What will you call me?" I smiled to myself. "Ace." "Ace? Who's that?" "Oh, you don't know him. He's a sexy guy who presents a certain show which I like to watch." "Which show?" "Uh, a show on the biggest chefs or cooks in America." I lied. "Oh, really? Never heard about it." "Who cares." "But are you sure it's a show? I'm a fan of chef and cooking shows. How come I don't know it?" "Stop asking me questions, okay?? You'll call me Angelina and I'll call you Ace." "Okay, honey. I'm sorry if I angered you." "It's alright, now back to business." I quickly got undressed. *** Ace's POV: Monday morning soon arrived. I left for work early and got there on time. I got out of my car after parking it. While locking it, I saw Heather across, on the other side. She saw me too. She'd just arrived. "Good morning, Heather." I said with a smile. She smiled back. "Good morning, Ace. Is this your car?" "Yup." "Nice." "Thanks." I quickly went over to her after locking the car, so we could go in together. "You're very beautiful this morning." I complimented. She blushed a little. "Thanks. You're very handsome too." she said in a rather shy manner, avoiding to look at me. "Thank you. You don't know how pleased I am to get that particular compliment from you." She looked up at me with bright eyes. "Why? I'm sure many other women must have told you same." I smirked. "You're not many other women. I know we don't know each other well yet, but only your compliments matter." She went red and I noticed she was trying not to smile, though she wanted to. She looked at the floor and tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear. "You're flirting with me, Mr. Ace Stonewall." she teased. She was shy, yes, but still had that bit of tease and boldness in her. "You think?" I smiled and she smiled back as we entered the building. We both made our way to the elevator and got in. We were only the two of us and silence. "Are you single, Ace?" she asked, breaking the silence. "Quite." I looked at her. She stared back and then a little smirk drew itself on her lips. Damn. Her smirk made my knees weak in some sort of way. "Well, I'm not." was her reply. "I know. And it's a pity." I replied casually with a smirk of my own. She looked at me and her cheeks reddened. "A pity?" "Yes." I saw amusement linger in her eyes. Heather was such an innocent tease. She was the type of silent person you could minimize but who could hurt you with the right words. She'd purposely reminded me that she was not single. "I know you are not single as you precised, but can I ask you a question?" I asked her. She looked at me. "Yes?" "Am I your type?" Her reaction was amusing and I tried not to laugh. Her eyes widened a little and once again her face went red. I smiled. "Are you my type?" she repeated. "Yes." She looked at me for a while and then she smiled, as if she'd understood that I was trying to confuse her. "You really wanna know, Ace?" "Yes, ma'am." "Read my lips carefully as I say these words." I looked at those beautiful lips, "I got no type. Physique doesn't phase me."