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My tears washed away with the restless water as I fought against him, but he only pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me.
“Calm down, baby.
Everything will be fine.
I’m here with you.
Nothing will happen to you, I promise.
Just calm down,” he said, rubbing my back.
I couldn’t stop the sob that broke out of me.
Clutching him harder, I cried my heart out in his chest.
And he let me.
“I-I trusted him.
I thought he was my friend.
I-I never thought he could do something like that to me…” I spoke out through my hiccups.
His hold tightened.
“Shh, don’t cry, baby.
Don’t waste your tears on someone like him.
It’s not your fault that you trusted him.
He was always there for you until…” with a deep breath, he gritted out, “he showed his true color.
But don’t worry, Rosebud.
He can’t hurt you anymore.
You won’t see his face ever again.
I promise you that.”
Snuggling against his chest, I hid my face in the crook of his neck.
Then he lathered soap on my body, washing every part of me with utmost care.
Once finished with the shower, he towel dried my hair and body, and carried me into the bedroom.
When he finished dressing both of us, he made me sit on the bed.
“Stay here, let me get something for you to eat.”
I shook my head.
“I’m not hungry.
I want to sleep.”
I was exhausted.
Mentally and physically.
Mostly emotionally.
I wanted to sleep and forget about everything.
“But—“
“Please.”
My voice came out croaky.
Sighing, he nodded.
Walking closer, he arranged the pillows and laid me down before moving the blanket over me.
I grabbed his hand, making his eyes snap to mine.
Though he was calm, the fire in his gray orbs was clear.
This was the calm before another storm rose.
“Sleep with me?”
He leaned in and kissed my temple.
“You don’t have to ask.”
Turning the lights off, he slipped under the blanket with me and pulled me into him, not wasting a second.
But something didn’t feel right.
“No clothes,” I complained.
Letting out a low chuckle, he moved away slightly and discarded his T-shirt.
Next went mine, the only thing I had on.
When my palm felt his sculpted chest, firm abs, and strong broad shoulders, and when our skin touched as he hugged me to himself, I let out a sigh of content.
The feel of him against me, his skin against mine, made me relax.
I loved to sleep with him topless and he knew it.
It always soothed me.
It gave me more closeness with him.
Not only physically, but also emotionally.
And tonight, I needed him more than anything.
His big, calloused hand roamed over my hips and back.
A silence fell over us.
Even while lying down with me, his form didn’t relax.
“D-do you hate me?”
I whispered.
Under the dimmed light, I found his brows furrowed.
“What?
Why are you asking such a thing, Rosebud?”
I gulped.
“F-for what happened back in the hotel… he-he tried to force himself on me.
You must feel disgusted…”
“Rosebud…” he warned.
“I swear he couldn’t do much.
H-he…”
“Enough.”
He cut me off, hovering over me.
“How could you assume I’d ever think something like that?
It was not your fault.
Even if he really did something, which he couldn’t because you fought him bravely, I’d never feel disgusted by you.
Never.
I’ll always love you and support you no matter what, Emerald.
Always keep that in your mind.”
My lower lip trembled.
“Then why haven’t you kissed me yet?”
It was always me who had to push him away to take some breath because he wouldn’t leave my lips and chest alone when he would finally get me all to himself at night.
But tonight, he didn’t try to kiss me even once, not even a peck on my lips.
A sigh left him.
Pressing his forehead against mine, he bumped his nose with mine.
“Because I didn’t want to do anything reckless out of my desperation that’d trigger something for you.”
His words surged warmth through my heart.
I shook my head, circling my arms around his neck.
“You’re not him.
Your touch would never trigger something for me.
The only thing it can do is soothe me.
Make my heart feel content.”
Letting out a breath, he cupped my cheeks.
“You want me to kiss you?”
I nodded.
“My queen’s wish is my command.”
And then his lips were on mine.
Capturing my mouth into a passionate knee weakening kiss, he pulled me closer.
It wasn’t his regular kiss, hard and demanding.
It was slow, soothing, yet possessive.
The kind of kiss that would make anyone forget anything.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I clung to him and enjoyed his kiss as much as I could, forgetting everything for a moment.
His touch made me forget.
Only he could do that to me.
Pressing a firm kiss on my lips one last time, he pulled me back into his chest.
I placed my head over his heart.
The steady rhythm of his heartbeat calmed my own.
“Thank you.”
“What for?”
he asked.
“F-for always being there for me.
For coming at the right moment to save me.”
A single tear left my eye.
I shuddered at the thought of what could have happened if he hadn’t arrived in time.
I could feel him shaking his head.
“I’ll always be there, no matter what.
But you don’t need me to save you.
You can do that yourself.
You were doing it pretty good.
He was hissing in pain when I broke in.”
Though he tried to lighten my mood, I could feel the edge in his voice.
I could hear his need to destroy something.
Destroy Warner.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“Now what’s that for?”
He played with my hair.
“For everything.
For forcing you to tell me everything about your past, for not understanding your pain and… for leaving like that.
If I hadn’t left, this wouldn’t have happened.
I wouldn’t have gone to meet him if not for his message.
He was leaving LA tonight and wanted to meet me.
So, I went there.”
I knew he wanted to know why I went to meet him again.
What happened out there.
But he decided against it.
The thing that he respected and cared about my situation made me fall more in love with him.
“It’s not your fault, Rosebud.
You didn’t know his true intentions.”
One of his hands ran over my back.
“And… you don’t need to say sorry to me for earlier tonight.
I shouldn’t have lied to you.
And those words that I spit out…” He let out a sigh, his voice held pain.
“I’m so sorry, baby.
I was so lost in jealousy and anger that I didn’t know what I was saying.
You don’t know what the mere thought of you leaving me does to me.
I-I was scared of losing you.
To him.”
At the mention of Warner, his arms tightened around me.
“And there was also the fear that after you find out the whole truth about my past, which is your right to know, you’ll leave me.
The fear, the jealousy, both surrounded my mind so much I couldn’t see how I was hurting my Rosebud.
I’m so sorry.
I didn’t mean a word.
I do trust you, baby.
I trust you more than I trust myself.”
His words lifted a burden off my chest.
Just the word ‘trust’ changed everything.