Chapter57

"Fine, Ace. Please, kiss me," I loved authoritative men. Men who imposed their own rules and were not submissive. They were the sexiest. He smirked at me. So irresistible. I held his face in my hands and softly placed my lips on his. I began to kiss him. He didn't kiss me back but was just immobile. I opened my eyes and looked at him. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked, "Please, kiss me back," I held his face again and kissed him. This time he kissed me back. I melted. I loved this! Once again, we were caught up in a raw and rough passionate kiss. We kissed continuously and I got even more horny. My whole body was heating up and I began to lose it. I moaned into his mouth, kissing him as if my life depended on him. I caressed him and he caressed me in return. I was loving him and was wanting to give my whole self to him. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, not breaking the kiss. It was now or never. I kissed him again and again. I even began unbuttoning his shirt but he broke the kiss and stopped me. "What are you doing?" "I want you to make fuck me. Right now." "What? No." "Why???" "Christina, I know about you. You've had many young men in your bed that follow you around like dogs, worshipping you. I'm not like that." "But Ace, I–" "I really want to fuck you, on your table, here in your office and right now. But I can't." "Why??" I asked, a lump in my throat. "I have to get that post first." I caressed his face. "Trust me, baby. You already have that post." He smiled at me. I smiled back and we resumed our kissing session. "Please," I kissed him, "If you won't make love to me now..." I went on, "Let me feel you." "No Christina," he managed to say through the kiss. "Why??" I broke the kiss, angrily. "Not today, baby. Everything has a time." he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, "Don't get angry. Just be patient." He began to kiss my neck. I moaned and melted in his arms. I held his face and began to kiss him again when all of a sudden, he puked and broke the kiss. "What's wrong??" I asked, panicked. He became agitated, a hand over his mouth. He wanted to throw up?? Oh no. I quickly got off him and he headed for the toilets. I felt so embarrassed. Was it my fault? Was it?? I hoped not. Two minutes later, he returned. "You– you threw up?" I asked, embarrassed. He looked at me. "Yeah." Oh god! "Be– because of me??" "No, no," he came over and kissed my forehead, "I ate something not fresh this morning. Don't feel horrible, boss. It has nothing to do with you." Phew! "Okay. I– I guess you wanna leave now." "Yes. Got a lotta work to do. Catch you later," he kissed my forehead again and left the office. I felt awful. * Ace's POV: Luckily, Christina had believed my excuse for having thrown up. I just could not have held it back. That night, I was about to sleep when my phone biped an text from Heather. I opened it. 'Still so innocent? Or cute?  Give me an answer, Ace.' DAMN. My mouth was as wide as my eyes. Heather had just sent me one of her photoshoot photos, leaving my mouth dry. What was I missing? Everything! I looked at that picture and I could swear I felt my member stir in my pants. Heather! Heather! Heather! Why did you send me this? I felt frustrated on the spot. I felt weak. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was speechless. The only reply I gave her was: ':-x' 'Speechless now, huh? Is the picture enough proof, Ace?' 'You're so beautiful. I can't even explain what I feel right now. I take back what I said. I'm sorry...' 'Good. Sleep tight ;-)' 'If I even find sleep :'(' I spent half of the night looking at her picture, being aroused by her, missing her, loving her. I spent the other half of my night dreaming about her. Heather's POV: *I'm sitting by yellow lake. Our lake. Mom is probably looking for me, I don't care. I might get punished. But dad will defend me. I know he will. I'm thinking. But someone touches my shoulder. I turn. Sheridan! I smile and stand up to hug him. I'm only ten but I believe I love him. Though I don't really understand how love works. "I bought you something," he says and hands me a packet of cinnamon biscuits. My favorites. "Thank you," I kiss his cheek. He smiles. We both redden. "Wanna swim?" he asks. "No, you go. I'll sit and watch." "Okay." He takes off his T-shirt and jumps into the lake. I giggle as water splashes on me. I sit down and watch him. He plays and I laugh. All of a sudden, he starts crying in the water and looks at me. I panic. "What's wrong?!" I ask. He keeps on crying. He stares at me and blows a kiss to me. Then he disappears and I see blood in the water. I scream. I scream. I scream! "Nooo! Sheridan!" I close my eyes in pain. When I open them, I'm in my office crying. I'm twenty two. Sawyer and mom are standing in front me. "The bastard is dead!" Mom screams in a shrill voice. "Get over it! You're twenty two, you idiot!" Sawyer adds. "Nooo!" I scream and grip my hair. I close my eyes and start pulling my hair off. Screaming. "Stop!" I hear someone angrily say and person grabs both my hands. I open my eyes. It's– Ace?? He's standing right there in the office with me. He's angry with me.