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This was ridiculous.
It was in his past.
Then why did I want to murder those girls who got to have him?
Pressing his forehead against mine, he held my gaze.
“It was when you left for New York.
Even for just some time, I thought to let you go.
I wanted to forget you so you can live your life happily.
So, for that, I thought other girls could help me.
Even if deep down, I knew I couldn’t last long until I finally lost it and ran back to see you.”
He placed a kiss in between my brows.
“And it happened.
I could stretch it only for one month until I lost it.
I knew no one could take the place of my Rosebud.
Nor could I live without loving her, without seeing her.”
A tear slipped down my cheek.
“Those years were hell for me as well.
At least you could come and see me from afar.
But I had to fight with myself constantly to forget you.
The fight I knew I would never win.
Everyone thought it was just a crush of a teenage girl.”
I shook my head with my vision blurry with tears.
“But it was much, much more than just a crush.
I had lost my heart to a boy I never thought would love me back.”
“But he did.
More than anything, more than himself, with every fiber in his being,” he whispered, brushing his lips against mine.
The crack in his voice told me his pain.
I could express my agony with my tears, but he couldn’t.
“I’m so sorry, baby.
Because of my one decision you had to suffer that much.
But trust me, I did it only for you.
Even if it killed me.”
I felt his rough stubble against my palm.
“I know.”
He pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me tightly.
“I love you, my rose.
I love you so fucking much.”
I smiled.
“I love you too.”
We went silent for a moment until I spoke again.
“Ace?”
“Hmm?”
“You said you were waiting for me to complete my studies.
What would you do if I really had managed to move on from you and fell in love with someone else?”
His grip tightened on me.
Greek accent was deep as he replied, “Then I’d kill that bastard and make you fall in love with me again.”
I giggled, shaking my head.
“What if I truly loved that man and hated you for doing that?
What’d you do then?”
“Rosebud,” he warned.
Pulling away, I looked at him.
“Tell me.
What would you do?”
He pulled me back into him.
“I’d kidnap you, tie you to my bed and seduce you until you forgot him and start loving me again.”
My eyes widened.
This caveman!
“What if I kept hating you and wouldn’t love you back as you wanted?
What would you do then?
What would you do if I never loved you again?”
His shoulders tensed.
Jaw clenched and unclenched.
His fingers tightened on my hips as he stared at me with hard, yet unreadable eyes.
Then I saw the vulnerability.
The uncertainty.
The fear.
“I’d die.”
He let out a shaky breath.
His thumbs gently brushed over my cheeks.
“I’d die if I had lost you completely.
You don’t know what you mean to me.
This man standing before you only breathes for his Rosebud.
Without her, he is nothing.
Without you in my arms,” he leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine again, “I’d be lost.
You’re my light, baby.
I can’t think of my life without you even in my wildest dreams.
I can’t live without you.”
My heart broke with every tremble in his voice.
With a tear slipping from my eye, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips softly.
“Good.
Because I’m not going anywhere.
You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.
I won’t leave you even if you want me to.
Because this Rosebud of yours also can’t live without her Ace.”
Cupping my cheeks, he captured my lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
With one hand around my waist, he pulled me up, making me wrap my legs around his hips.
Sucking on my lower lip, he growled against my mouth.
“Promise me.”
I knew what promise he wanted from me.
The same one he asked me to do when we arrived here.
He was asking it again.
A promise of never leaving him, a promise of not to giving up on him ever.
A promise to love him for the rest of our lives.
Pulling him closer, I pressed my lips against him again while moving my hips against him, trying to show him my every emotion through my actions.
“I promise.”
Keeping me in his arms, he got us out of the pool and took me directly to our bedroom.
To show me his love, his passion, his wildness, his tenderness, and his promises.
Opening my eyes slowly,
I squinted into the dark room.
My hand reached for him beside me on the bed, but his warmth was missing.
There was only coldness.
Where was he?
The bathroom’s light was off, and the balcony’s door was closed.
“Ace?”
I called out.
But I didn’t get any reply from the silent dark room.
Getting up, I grabbed the shirt he left at the end of the bed earlier before going to the pool and put it on.
Running my fingers through my semi damp hair, I padded out of the door.
He didn’t give us a chance to dry ourselves off before he…and I didn’t complain.
Why would I when I was getting what I wanted?
A blush rose to my cheeks, remembering the way we were relentless.
And he was insatiable, as always.
He didn’t stop until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I was glad we were alone in this whole house.
Otherwise, my screams and loud moans would send us to jail for sure.
And after tiring me out, he took care of me.
He cleaned me up and towel dried my hair well so I wouldn’t fall sick.
After he was assured I was well taken care of, he returned to me under the blanket and pulled me into his chest.
Only for me to wake up to a cold bed in the middle of the night.
Where is he?
After checking the whole floor, I climbed down the stairs and padded into the living room.
And there he was.
Before the fireplace, he was seated on the single couch.
With his elbows resting on his knees, his gray eyes were lost deep into the fire crackling around the burning timbers.
The hot amber glow descended on his beautiful, hard features.
But the tightness of his jaw, icy gaze, and clenched fists weren’t appealing to me at that moment.
The sudden feel of the tense air around me made me cautious.
“Ace?”
My voice came out as a whisper.
As if afraid to break the silence.
He didn’t respond, not even moved a muscle.
The only answer I got was eerie silence, except the crackling of the fire.
When I almost thought he didn’t hear me, his deep voice echoed throughout the room.
Low yet powerful.
“I always looked up to him as my role model.
I always wanted to be like him.
Powerful, successful, and dedicated to his work.
A nice and humble person,” he paused.
“Until I saw him raising his hand on my mother.”
A gasp slipped through my lips.
He used to beat Ophelia?
I never thought he’d stoop so low.
But if he could cheat on his wife, then hurting his wife physically wasn’t impossible for him.
But I didn’t speak my thoughts out loud, not wanting him to stop.
“I always ignored their conflicts and arguments, thinking it wasn’t my business to interfere.
I thought every couple had their disagreements sometimes.
I didn’t pay any mind to Mom’s suspicion about him.
Until I caught him with his secretary in his office.”
A muscle of his jaw ticked while I listened to him silently.
Nor did he turn to look at me yet.
“My whole opinion about him changed right at that moment.
Instead of respect, I only felt disgust about that man.
And my disgust turned into hatred when he found me standing there at the door and kept his secretary on his lap.
As if his own seventeen-year-old son didn’t just catch him cheating on his wife.”
My heart tugged for him.
I couldn’t imagine how broken and shocked he was when he found out his father’s real face.