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“Shut the fuck up!”
I hissed as Warner pulled at my hair again.
His eyes were dark, wild as he pulled me close to him, desperately trying to get my lips.
“I won’t let you go with him tonight.
You’re mine, Em!”
Leaning away, I kept my face away from him throughout the fight as much as possible.
“Emerald!
What the fuck—“
Ace’s voice was cut off.
Panic washed over me once more, not being able to hear him anymore.
Then I heard the door being pounded harshly.
“Ace!”
I pushed at Warner again.
“Let me go, Warner!”
“You’re not leaving!”
When his lips fell at the side of my lips, using all the power I had, I hit my knee against his groin and pushed at his chest.
Letting out a hiss, he flinched away as I fell on the floor.
And at the same time, the door slammed down on the ground.
With rigid shoulders, clenched fists and tense jaw, he stood at the doorway.
And then his dark and alert stormy gray orbs fell on me.
“Rosebud…”
SIXTY-TWO: LET’S GO HOME…
L etting out a cry, I got up from the floor and ran to him.
His strong arms wrapped around me like protective wings as soon as I reached him.
I shook in his chest as hot tears ran down my cheeks.
With my heart still pounding from panic, knees weak, I clung to him as if my life depended on him.
“Rosebud?”
he called out.
“Hey, hey!
Baby, look at me, are you all right?
What happened?
What did he do?
Tell me.”
Cupping my face, he attempted to make me look at him, but I hid my face in his warm chest again, still trembling.
“He… he…” I hiccupped between sobs, unable to form any words.
His arms tightened around me.
I felt him turn rigid, his muscles tensed.
His breathing came out heavy.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?”
Deep Greek accent echoed in his voice, tone darker and rougher than I had ever heard.
“What have you done to my Rosebud?”
The malice in his voice would’ve sent a shiver down my spine if I wasn’t too absorbed in my own shock.
My hold only tightened around him.
“She’s not yours!
She’s my girlfriend!
You stole her from me!”
Warner’s slurred reply reached my ears.
“I was just trying to get what’s rightfully—“
He didn’t get to finish the line as Ace untangled me from him and stormed towards him, connecting his fist with Warner’s jaw.
A faint crack reached my ears.
With a hiss, when he fell to the ground, Ace grabbed his collar and pulled him up.
“You fucking piece of shit!
You dared to touch my Rosebud!”
His thunderous roar echoed throughout the hotel room, making me flinch.
His almost dark orbs flared with untamed rage, redness spread across his face and neck when the veins of his temple stood up with him shaking with anger.
“Let go of me, you bastard!
I’ll kill—” Warner let out a cry when Ace’s polished shoe met his stomach.
And as if a demon was unleashed inside him, he didn’t stop.
“You’ll regret the moment you were born in this world!
How dare you touch her!
Even after I warned you twice, you still dared to come near her!”
Blinded with fury, he continuously punched Warner’s already bloodied face.
Warner’s whimpers and yelling out in agony went unheard by him as he twisted his arm and kicked him in the stomach again, making Warner cough out blood.
“I’ll fucking destroy you!”
he roared again.
Clutching the door frame to stand straight with my wobbling knees, I called out for him.
“Ace… stop!”
But my voice didn’t reach him.
Employees of the hotel rushed inside the room, hearing the chaos.
But no one seemed to have enough courage to get close to him.
Warner whimpered as Ace delivered another punch against his jaw.
“Ace!
Please, stop!”
My voice cracked.
“Stop it!
You’ll kill him!”
I didn’t want to stay here anymore.
I just needed his arms around me right now.
I wanted him to get me away from this place.
“He dared to touch you!
I’ll fucking kill him!”
Some of the hotel employees finally went forward and tried to get him off Warner, but he shrugged them away and went for him again.
“Ace, please!
I-I need you.”
More tears sprung out of my eyes as I slid down on the floor.
“Please, stop!”
And that got his attention as his murderous gaze fell on me.
Realization of my need for him flashed over his features.
Soon, concern took the place of his anger.
Throwing Warner on the floor, he rushed to me and scooped me in his arms.
“Rosebud, I’m so sorry, baby!
I’m here!
Everything will be all right!”
he said, pulling me into his chest.
Though his voice was soft, the anger was still there.
He placed his lips on my forehead as I let out a whimper.
“No one will come near to you.
I won’t let anyone touch even a strand of your hair, my Rosebud.
I promise you that!
Don’t cry, baby.”
The chaos around the room and people’s whispers went vague in my ears.
I only concentrated on his soothing voice.
“Get me out of here,” I whispered.
My hands clutched his shirt.
Nodding, he stood with me in his arms.
My head didn’t move away from his chest, nor did my grip on him loosened.
“Let’s go home.”
Placing another kiss on my forehead, he walked out of the room.
And I didn’t dare look back.
Reaching the penthouse,
he carried me straight to the bathroom.
Throughout the whole car ride, I didn’t move away from his arms.
Nor did he say anything.
The journey was quiet, but his soothing, slow rubbing on my back, lingering soft kisses on my head and forehead, and the tight grip of his arms around me gave me comfort.
When he tried to put me down, my arms tightened around his neck as a protest.
A whimper left my lips.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby.
I’ll be right here with you.
Let me run you a shower,” he murmured.
Hesitantly, I nodded as he put me down on my legs.
“Lift your arms?”
he asked, clutching the ends of my dress.
I obeyed.
As he pulled the dress off me, I shivered at the frigid air that generated goosebumps across my skin.
I tried to hug myself again, but he didn’t let me.
Instead, he unhooked my bra and let it fall on the ground, my panties followed next.
Instead of hiding myself from his eyes, I wrapped my arms around him again.
Staying away from his warmth for this long was bringing back fear in me.
Fear of the man I never thought I’d loath even the slightest in my wildest dreams.
Picking up my bare and trembling body in his arms again, he walked us inside the shower and gently placed me down on my feet.
Undressing himself, he joined me and let the soothing warm water pour on us.
I stayed quiet as he squeezed some shampoo in his palm and started to wash my hair, gently massaging my scalp.
A hiss left my lips when his hands went to the back of my head, where Warner had pulled at my hair harshly.
His shoulders tensed at my reaction.
A muscle of his jaw ticked.
Gray eyes flashed.
But he put on his calm mask again and went extra careful with the back of my head.
No matter how much he stayed normal, I knew the storm that was building inside him.
I knew even if he said everything was all right, it wasn’t for him.
My hands were firmly clutched on his waist as he shampooed my hair.
I continuously needed his touch at that moment.
No matter how much I tried to close off the memories from back at the hotel in my mind, they kept rushing back.
I could still feel his hands on me, his lips on my jaw, cheek and neck, his strong smell of alcohol.
His harsh touch and violent behavior.
My stomach clenched at the memories that flashed over my mind, bile raised in my throat.
I felt disgusted.
I felt dirty with the way he tried to touch me.
Tears started to blur my vision again as I rubbed my arms and face harshly, trying to rinse off his touch from my skin.
“Rosebud?
What are you doing?”
he asked, gripping my wrists.
“Stop it.”
I tried to break free.
I needed to wash myself.
I needed to clean myself off from his touch.