Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson)
I avoided looking at my dad as I walked by him, hoping he would just let me pass. I should have known better. He stepped in front of me, blocking my path.
When I continued to look away from him, he put his hands on my shoulders.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Doe?” he asked in a gentle tone.
“I’m fine,” I replied. I swallowed down the tears rising in my throat. “Just tired and stressed out like Mom said. Everything is okay.”
He studied me for a few seconds before finally releasing me with a simple nod of his head.
After escaping to my room, I fell onto my bed with a loud moan. I didn’t turn on the lights, just wanting to sit in the dark and fester in my feelings like the moody teen I was.
I hated today. I hated everything about it.
I wished Ace were with me. I wanted to fall into his sparky arms and sleep for the rest of eternity.
I didn’t even know if he was still coming over tonight to sleep with me. I couldn’t remember the last night we spent the night without him.
I couldn’t believe how long it had taken me to realize I had real feelings for him.
And not just any feelings. I was break-into-a-million-pieces-without-him, spend-the-rest-of-our-lives-together, head-over-heels in love with him.
And, holy shit, it was scary as all hell.
Should I tell him? My heart was screaming yes. But my head was giving me a million reasons why it was a horrible idea.
What if he didn’t like me back? What if I made everything awkward between us?
What if he laughed in my face? What if he started to distance himself from me?
What if I lost him forever?
Or what if…? What if he really did only want me for physical things just like Ben had suggested? I couldn’t deny that he’d been a lot more touchy-feely lately.
My face filled with heat as I thought about the way he had rolled my hips against his thigh yesterday morning, dry-humping my clit against him until I was brought to my first-ever orgasm.
It was mind-blowing.
I loved every second of it.
But I had been panicking ever since. I thought it was because I didn’t understand my emotions for him but, now, I knew better.
I was panicking because I wanted more.
I wanted him—all of him. I wanted to be with him as more than just friends.
But then, when we got to school, he’d made it feel so dirty and lewd: “Do you mean when I made you cum for me while you moaned and whimpered in my ear?”
Maybe Ben was right. Maybe Ace was sexually attracted to me but had no interest in being in a real relationship with me.
Why else would he give me an orgasm and then pretend like it never happened?
Why else would he change the subject every time I brought it up?
My heart was in pitiful tatters in my chest. God, why does this hurt so much?
“Hey, Siri,” I spoke into my dark room, and my phone lit up atop the pillow next to me, “call Marta on speaker.”
My phone started to ring. Marta picked up seconds later.
“Thank god you called,” she exclaimed. “You have the most incredible timing in the whole world.”
I smiled, already feeling better. “So, you’re not busy? There’s something I really want to talk to you about.”
“Fuck, no. You’re giving me an excuse to put off writing the most boring English essay in the whole world.
“I’m pretty sure F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote The Great Gatsby just to torture high school students. Every other word in this goddamn book is a pointless metaphor.”
I snorted. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”
“You only think that because you had Ace by your side and the dude pulls good grades straight out of his ass.”
She wasn’t wrong. Ace was probably the smartest person I knew. He got As without even trying. He made for an amazing homework buddy.
“So, what’s up?” she continued. “What did you want to talk about?”
I chewed on my lip. “I have something to tell you.”
“Um, yeah, you mentioned that. Spill.”
“It’s kind of a big deal,” I added.
“Ooh, sounds juicy. My interest is piquing.”
“You have to promise you’re not going to make fun of me.”
“Oh my god, Doe, I’m your friend! I’m not going to make fun of you. Just tell me what happened.”
“Okay, okay.” I took a deep breath. “I-I think I might sort of…be in love with Ace.”
A moment of silence passed between us, and then, Marta screamed on the other side of the phone, “Fucking finally!”
She continued to squeal, forcing me to turn down the volume so that no one in my house would hear. “It’s about damn time the two of you got together! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”
“You’ve been waiting for Ace and me to get together?”
“Not in a creepy way. You guys have such insane chemistry; it’s hard not to notice.
Besides, you’re basically already in a relationship. Might as well make it official.”
My heart raced. “So, you don’t think I’m crazy? It’s a good idea?”
“Of course it’s a good idea! I mean, Ace can be a bit of a grump sometimes, sure, but he loves you more than anything in this world. That much is obvious.
“Plus”—I could hear the smile in her voice as she whispered the next part—“I bet he’s amazing in bed.”
I covered my face in my hands to muffle my cough of embarrassment and felt the heat in my cheeks.
She had no idea. Ace and I had barely even done anything, but I could still say with complete confidence that he definitely knew how to take care of a girl in bed.
I mean, the way he had made me feel with our clothes on… What would happen when our clothes finally came off?
I shook those thoughts out of my head. I should not be thinking about sex with Ace.
Nope, nope, nope. Not until I talked to him about what was going on between the two of us.
“Can we please not talk about what Ace is like in bed?” I mumbled into the phone.
“Oh, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about climbing that boy like a tree. Oh my god, a tree is the perfect way to describe how big he is.” She giggled. “And you know what they say about big men…”