Ace carried me over to his kitchen counter, and I stared at it in awe. Everything was large and sharp, the edges and colours so crisp. The refrigerator itself seemed to fit 2 giants the size of Damien.
`I made dinner earlier for us', he said after pecking me softly on the lips. I pulled his shirt down to my thighs, but I only managed to cover, well not much, exposing my legs for him to see.
`Can't wait', I rubbed my tummy.
We ate dinner of cream sauce penne pasta and apple juice. He told me storied of girls running crazy over him, the extreme ways they went just to get a glimpse of him. I laughed when he said he threatened his secretary and interpreter when he took his time selecting lingerie for me.