It been two days with Aec , he doesn't go to work and does everything from home. I was tired of hearing orders and just laying home acting the role of a sick patient even though I felt much better
I glared at Ace, my patience wearing thin. "I want to go home," I said, trying to sound firm. I had been stuck in this luxurious prison for days, and I was starting to lose my mind.
Ace didn't even look up from his phone. "You're not going anywhere," he replied, his voice cold and detached.
I felt a surge of frustration. "Why not? I'm fine now. Maxie can take care of me, she can take care of me she's not going to work during weekends" I had been texting my best friend nonstop, and she was getting worried. I didn't understand why Ace was being so stubborn.
I stomped my foot, feeling like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Ace, please! I'm begging you. Let me go home." I tried to inject a whiny tone into my voice, hoping he'd take pity on me.
But Ace didn't even flinch. He kept his eyes fixed on his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he typed out a message. I felt a surge of frustration. Why wasn't he even looking at me?
I tried again, this time attempting to sound pitiful. "I'm really homesick, Ace. I miss my friend, Please, can't I just go home?" I sniffled, trying to conjure up some fake tears.
But Ace didn't react. He didn't even glance up at me. I felt a pang of anger. How could he be so heartless?
I decided to try a different tactic. I walked over to him, trying to get his attention. "Ace, please? Can't we talk about this?" I asked, trying to sound reasonable.
But Ace just waved his hand, still not looking up. "I've made up my mind, Sharon. You're not going anywhere."
I felt a surge of anger at his dismissive tone. How dare he? I was trying to be nice here.
I stomped my foot again, feeling like a child. "Fine! Be that way. But I'm still not staying here." I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to look stubborn.
Ace still didn't look up. He just kept typing away on his phone, completely ignoring me. I felt a pang of hurt. Why was he being so cruel?
I tried to think of something, anything, to get his attention. But before I could come up with anything, Ace spoke up.
"I'm busy, Sharon. Why don't you go to your room and calm down?" he said, his voice cold and detached.
Calm down? He wanted me to calm down, I was furious
His expression didn't change, but his voice took on a hint of finality when he spoke again. "We have a contract, Sharon. Supposed to be every weekend"
I rolled my eyes. "That contract was for both of us to reach an amicable term, not for me to be your prisoner." I was starting to think that I had made a huge mistake renewing that contract.
Ace's eyes flicked up to mine, a glint of amusement in their depths. "You're not a prisoner, Sharon. You're my... guest."
I snorted. "Guest? Is that what they're calling it these days?" I was getting tired of Ace's games. He was always pushing me, always testing my limits.
Ace's expression turned icy. "Don't push me, Sharon. I'm not in the mood."
I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Fine. I'll just call Maxi to come stay with me." I pulled out my phone and started dialing Maxi's number.
Ace's eyes narrowed. "Who is that?"
I raised an eyebrow. "My best friend, Maxie." I wondered why Ace was being so possessive all of a sudden.
Ace's expression turned thoughtful. "The loud one?"
I felt a surge of annoyance. "She's not loud, she's just... enthusiastic." I didn't understand why Ace was fixated on Maxi.
Ace's lips twitched. "I'm a married man, Sharon. I don't just bring women into my house."
I knew he was trying to give excuse in ways that would annoy me but I felt hurt, I tried to brush it off. "Ha! Now you are married, Ace. Don't even try to pretend." I knew Ace was just trying to get under my skin.
Ace's eyes locked onto mine, a glint of amusement in their depths. "Oh, but I am married, Sharon"
I rolled my eyes. "You're not funny, Ace." I was starting to think that Ace didn't have a sense of humor.
Ace's expression turned serious. "I'm going out of town tomorrow. Your friend can come over."
Sharon smiles then the next word throws her off balance
"Can you get out now? He said voice Ice cold"
I frowned. "Why?" I didn't understand why Ace was being so cryptic.
Ace's eyes flicked up to mine, a hint of warning in their depths. "You're sick, Sharon. Don't let me do things to you that will make you unable to walk, I'm not as controlled as you think."
I felt a shiver run down my spine. I looked at him, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words, but his expression was inscrutable.
"I'm fine," I said, trying to sound seductive " maybe I'd love to be unable to walk, that's If you can"
Ace's eyes narrowed. "We'll see about that."
I glared at him, feeling a surge of frustration. Why was he being so stubborn? Couldn't he see that I was fine?
As the silence between us grew, I started to feel uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat, trying to think of something to say then I remembered
"I have a question Aec" he still doesn't look up
" Don't" but she ask regardless " last time we were together was out of town now it's this apartment you always drag me too, where's your wife" there's a little pause " sorry where's Diana" he hasn't answered but I felt the rage
"What I do with the marriage is none of your business"
But before I could say anything, Ace spoke up. "You can go to your room now. I'll have dinner sent up to you."
I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. I didn't want to spend the rest of the day with Ace, but at the same time, I didn't want to be alone.
As I stood up to leave, Ace's phone rang. He answered it, his expression turning serious.
"I have to take this," he said, his voice low and urgent.
I nodded, feeling a sense of dismissal. "I'll just go to my room then."
Ace nodded, his eyes already focused on the conversation. "Goodnight, Sharon."
I smiled weakly, feeling a pang of sadness. "Goodnight, Ace."
As I walked out of the room, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead.