Chapter47

"Wow, the coincidence! You just decide to read off some random dude's T-shirt and it turns out to be correct? You're so lucky!" I giggled. "I know right. What if it'd turned out to be wrong? Damn. I was surprised you actually confirmed that it was your horse's name. Crazy right?" "Yeah." I smiled at him. He gave a dazzling smile in return. I blushed. Why the hell did I always blush around him? Nervously, I took out my phone and gave him. "Here. Type you number." I said. He smirked and I looked away shyly. He took my phone and dialed his number. "I'll be awaiting my pic." he stated. I smiled. "Uh, sure. A deal is a deal." ** Ace's POV: Later that night, I entered my apartment and landed on a couch. I'd confused Heather that night. I'd felt the sudden urge to tell her I was Sheridan but I couldn't. I just couldn't allow myself to give her clues. Though most of the time I found myself doing so. Was it because I missed her so much and couldn't wait to take her in my arms? Yes. I was frustrated and ran my fingers through my hair. Would I sleep? I kept on thinking about Heather. I got undressed and went to bed. Just when I was about to sleep, I received a text from Heather. It read goodnight and it'd come with a pic. I loaded the picture to see.  She was so beautiful. I felt my heart ache and I somewhat felt like crying? I blinked the tears away. She was just as good as an angel. I looked at her picture again. "Without you, Heather," I started, with a heavy lump in my throat and prickling eyes, "...I would've probably died. Died of hunger and sadness. You fed me, you encouraged me, you tried to share my pain. You joined me in the stable. I had only one thing to do for you. I'd promised to come back. I'm here now. Though you don't know it yet." I put a hand over my eyes, trying my best not to let my tears out. "Once I get my revenge, Heather, I swear, only death will separate us." I kept my phone aside and thought some more. Maybe Heather had always been some guardian angel to me. I would try and be same for her now. I would let no one hurt her. Not Kevin. Not Christina. Not Sawyer. Ace's POV: The next morning, I had so much to do that I didn't have time to go tell Heather good morning. While I worked, I thought. Maybe I should not get too close to Heather for the moment. I might not be able to accomplish my plan. I had to try and put my feelings for her aside for the moment. I just had to try! I'd come back to revenge as well as for her. But I had to take care of the most important thing first. Heather would have to wait. I had to do my best. At lunch, I realised she wasn't around because apparently she'd gone out with Kevin. I decided to concentrate on the mother witch. As for sawyer, she was in my trap already. I made my way to Christina's office. "Good morning, boss." I said, entering. She smiled. "Good morning, Ace." I took a seat. "You're not going for lunch?" I asked. "No, I'm too busy." "Oh. Means I'm bothering you." She smiled. "No, you're not. You never bother me. Though recently you've not been having my time." she raised a brow. I leaned closer. Her hand was on the table. I held it with both hands. "I'm sorry. I've recently been very busy too. Forgive me." She gave a satisfied little smile. "I forgive you, Ace." I smirked at her and the witch blushed a little. "You're so beautiful." I said. She looked at me with that smirk still on her lips. "Thank you." "You don't need to thank me. You're a mature, independent and beautiful lady. You might think I'm crazy," I acted nervous, "...but I have this attraction for older and mature women." She bit her lower lip. "Oh, yeah?" "Yes. I know it's odd but–" "No, it's not." she put her hand on mine and caressed a little. "Really?" "Yeah. I'm a woman who loves the company of young men like yourself. Let that be our little secret." "Okay, Christina." I pretended to look around like trying to make sure no one was around. I gathered some courage and stood up from my seat, leaned over the table until my lips were close to her ear. "I'm happy you just told me that..." I whispered. I could hear her rapid breathing. "Why?" she whispered back. "Because, Christina welds," I intentionally brushed my lips slightly against her ear. I felt her shiver a little. Everything was so easy with such a woman. " ...you don't know how much I think you of you everyday. How much I think of doing a lot of things." I hissed. "T– to me?" she stuttered like an idiot. "Yes." "Things like?" she asked, leaning close so my lips could brush her ear again. "Like," I was about to say the type of shit she'd love to hear when there was a sudden knock at the door. I quickly regained my seat and Christina adjusted. I noticed her face was red. I smiled. "You're red." I whispered. She smiled. "Who's fault is it? Uh, come in!" she told the person at the door. An employee came in to give her some information. I excused myself and left. There. That little act I'd put up in front of her was enough to leave her thinking for days. Or nights. I was going for lunch too when I received an SMS from Heather. My heart skipped. I read the text: -Hey, Ace. I know I didn't win the bet but I feel uncomfortable having sent you my picture. And so please send yours so we can be equal.-