"I...sh... should nnn... not be he...here." I still had time. I looked at the locked door.

"You should not be anywhere but here... with me."

He dragged my body to his and felt his frenzied kisses all over me.

"Please...we shouldn't ..."

He dragged my squirming body to his bedroom and pushed me to his bed. I tried some more to make him understand but...

"Robbie... " 

Why was he not mine?

Ace Davidson Truscott
My name is Davidson and this my story.
Story of jealousy, betrayal, heartbreak and family.

The Heart of Ace

Not just any love. I love him like a husband loving a husband. Yes, not even like boyfriends. 


I did not want to have fun with him. I did not care about dates. I did not want silly kisses and gifts. I did not want cute cards or teddy bears. I would wait for him until he came to me. I would give anything I was made up of. Every cell of my body waiting for him to be back. 


A husband’s love to his husband. Unnerving, frightening, possessive and obsessive. 


His eyes while he was moving inside me, his voice while he was squeezing me till I was breathless, his groans which I muffled with my palm imprinted deep in my heart. 


Jason was staring at me. “Are you blushing?” 


“What?! NO.” I forgot we were in a restaurant. 


He narrowed his eyes and looked at Liz who was stuffing her face with chocolate cake. 


CHAPTER 17