Chapter45

Touché. I looked at her surprised and she giggled. Immediately, the elevator door opened and she stepped out. I stood there lost and even more in love with her. She'd not changed one bit. She'd remained the innocent yet serious and straightforward, Heather. I smiled to myself and left the elevator too. ** Later that day in the afternoon, Heather had left the office early. Before leaving, she'd come to tell me bye. That had made me really happy. While I worked, someone knocked at my door and I asked the person come in. It was Kevin. I felt my jaws clench but I tried to act normal. "Good afternoon, sir." I greeted. "Yeah, good afternoon, pal. Is Heather around?" "No, she isn't." I heard him curse lowly. "Any problem, sir?" I asked. "Um, no. Personal problems. Anyway, do you know when she'll be coming back? Time?" "No, sir. She's done for the day." "Um, alright. Do you have her address? For her new apartment?" I wish. And even if I had I won't give you, dumbass. "No." He seemed angry as he ran his fingers through his hair impatiently. "Okay, and is Sawyer around?" Your side bitch? "Yeah." "Okay. thanks man. And by the way, I'm Kevin." he stretched out a hand, I shook it. "And you are?" The guy who'd be stealing your girl very very soon. "I'm the secretary. Ace." When I mentioned my name, Kevin looked at me like I was a ghost, his eyes wide. "Di- did you just say your name was Ace??" he asked in a disturbed manner. What was wrong with him? "Yes. Any problem??" He frowned. "Oh there is a problem, pal. But not with you." he replied and stormed out of the office. Like, what the hell was that all about? Sawyer's POV: I was in my office when an angry looking Kevin stormed in. "Hey, learn to knock."  I stated. "There's something you have to tell me!" Kevin growled angrily, hitting my table with both hands. I frowned, confused, and looked up at him. "What's wrong, Kevin?" "Oh, don't ask me that! You know very well!" he hit my table again, angrily. "Hey, hey, hey, if you hit my table again, I'll slap the fuck outta you." I said casually. He stared at me, his face red with anger. "Kevin, sit down and explain." I told him. What was getting him so annoyed? He sat down. "Can you tell me," "Yes?" I replied "Why the fuck your secretary is coincidentally called Ace??" Oops. I stared at him silently. "Yes, he's called Ace and so??" I tried to act innocent. "And so?? And so?? I searched on the internet for your so-called popular, American chef and his show and guess what?" I didn't answer. I felt amused at his reaction but I tried my best not to laugh. "What, Kevin?" "He does not exist! Neither does his show! Sawyer, tell me the truth. You moaned 'Ace' the whole night while we had sex. And the only Ace I know so far is your secretary!" I smirked. "And what makes you so sure that he's the one??" "Don't take me for a fool, Sawyer. I'm not stupid." I smiled. "Fine. Yes, he's the one. So what??" Kevin's face became even more red with anger. "So what??" he repeated. "Yes. Tell me, Kevin. Are you jealous?" I asked, amused. When he didn't reply, I giggled. "You're jealous?? Hahahaha. You have no right, sweety pie, to be jealous." I stood up and went over to him. "Kevin." I caressed his face. He pushed my hand away. I laughed. "We're not dating, we're not in love and we'll probably never be. You're just my favorite fuck toy." I held his chin and made him look at me in the eyes, "Don't you ever dare interfere in my other relationships okay?" "But Sawyer–" "Hush! We had an agreement. We only sleep together." "But what if I'm beginning to have feelings for you??" I burst out laughing and returned to my seat. "Feelings?? Are you serious?? Oh my gosh, fuck you. You're so funny." I giggled. He looked at me like I was heartless. "Now listen." I stated, "Don't you ever get uselessly jealous like you did today. Or, you put a big cross on our little relationship. Now get out." Kevin stared at me like he was gonna kill me. "Why are you looking at me like that? Hum! I guess I'll have to end our so-called relationship. Maybe that'll make both of us feel better." "No!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Excuse me?" "No, don't end it. I'm sorry." I smirked and went over to him again. "Good boy." I leaned in and gave him a slow passionate kiss, "That better?" "Y– yes." "Nice. How 'bout I come to your house after work today and give you a lil something." His eyes brightened. "Yes, please." "Then so be it. Now leave." I watched him stand and leave my office. I laughed to myself. Most men I'd had in my life were the same. I'd always had them begging at my feet and following me around like dogs. And, I'd always been the dominant. I loved to be in control. *** Ace's POV: That night, I lay on my bed, thinking. Thinking about a lot of things. What would life had been like if my dad or uncle Ken hadn't died? I tried not to feel depressed. I wished I could talk to Heather. I was somewhat bored. I decided to go eat at a McDonald snack. I got my car keys and wallet. I then went to Keith's apartment to ask if he wanted to join me, on reaching there I met max who'd just arrived to visit. They both joined me. "We're taking my car." I told them. "Okay, dude." It was seven pm. * We drove through town and reached McDonalds. We got a table and ordered. We got seats by the window and sat down to eat our burgers and fries.