He is my tormentor; he is my protector.
He is my suffering; he is my solace.
He is my abductor; he is my lover.
He is my end; he is my beginning.

A Sunflower to the Sun.
A Moth to a flame.
An addict to a drug.
I was his nothing but he is my everything.

Touching the Heart of Ace

I was sucking up to him and we both knew it. Here we were at the entrance of our building looking at the bushes because I requested him to. 


I knew when not to push him and I had pushed him to last a life time. It was not every day a Russian Mafia family points their gun at you. My hands unconsciously tightened on his neck. And his hand under my... well, his t-shirt rubbed my stomach in a soothing way. 


Oh, I was no stupid, there would be repercussions... serious ones. But no one said I could not butter him up to lessen the intensity. 


“Let us go to our home?” He mumbled on my cheeks. 


“Will you take me out tomorrow?” I was not lying when I said I was dying in that room cooped up all day. 


He stared at me for very long time but I did not back off. 


I smiled, and leaned to his neck and he picked me up again. People around us were staring because not a second before I was running like the demon was chasing me. They were not wrong. 


CHAPTER 27