Mystery

Slap

"Ok." He turns to look at the ceiling again.

Idiot.

A long silence

"I was joking by the way." He says.

I don't answer. My eyes close as I slowly drift to sleep.

Ace's POV

"Isn't it cold?" I say.

She doesn't answer. Really? Just because I joked with her she won't even answer?

I turn my head towards her. "I told you I was jo- oh…"

She fell asleep. I turn to my side facing her.

You must be really tired. My hand reaches brushing her hair away from her face. My fingers linger on her cheek.

She's not that bad looking…if she's silent.

I unconsciously lean closer to her.

For the first time I feel…calm.

Next Morning

The sounds of birds chirping wakes me up. I slowly open my eyes looking around, I freeze when I see her sleeping so close to me.

Her leg is on my leg and her face… so close to mine.

A smirk appears on my face. I wonder how would you react when you wake up and see yourself so close to me, holding onto me like i'm gonna run away.

As I stare, the smirk disappears replaced with a soft smile. I blow gently, pushing her hair away from her face.

Her eyes crinkle as the air touches her skin. She lets out a soft hum, turning her face away. Her neck comes fully into view. My finger naturally trace a line down her neck towards her collarbone.

Feeling my touch, she stirs, a breathy giggle leaving her lips.

A smile appears on my face. I reach for her neck and tickle her.

She stirs, giggling, she catches my hand stopping me, she places it on her waist and pulls me into a hug.

…

My heart skipped a beat.

There's no way it did, maybe I got heart problems.

I am frozen.

I think i'm sick. Why did my stomach tingle just now?

Do I have tapeworms—-NO!

Why would I think that.

I can feel her moving around a bit. Is she waking up. I slowly turn my head to her and so does she.

She looks up.

Oh?

I know i'm attractive, even more when I freshly wake up.

She blinks twice.

Did she fall for m-

"AHHHHHHH!!!" She screams.

"AHH- WHAT THE-"

Her eyes closed tight as she hits me. "WHAT ARE YOU D-DOING- AH- WHY ARE YOU hitting me oww-"

"AHHH!!" She keeps screaming.

"STOP! WHY ARE YOU-" I sigh, grabbing her wrists in one hand pinning them on top of her head, my other hand on her mouth silencing her.

Her eyes widened.

"Shut up. Why are you screaming for?" I say, softly, almost a whisper.

I stare at her.

She looks at me.

Why isn't she speaking?

Oh.

I take my hands off of her mouth.

"You scared me." She says, softly.

I look into her eyes. My beauty scared her?

"I know you never expected a handsome young, beautiful, attractive-"

"You didn't wash your face before you slept? I thought a gorilla was next to me." She sighed pushing me off.

Uh- Gorilla-

She gets up and stretches her arms above her head.

"You should be thankful that we are alive, all because of me." I say proudly pointing at myself. "Imagine if we didn't escape from there, you don't know what would happen to us-"

She puts on her shoes.

She's ignoring me.

"Hey, stop ignoring me."

She opens the door and steps downstairs.

"Hey-"

Sigh.

This girl will definitely be the reason I get admitted to a mental hospital.

I walk downstairs and stop when I see her frozen on the last step.

What's got into her?

"Did you stop here so I could come down and you could thank me?" I sigh and look at her smug.

No answer.

Why is she looking at the living room like she saw a ghost?

She slowly turns to me, almost terrified, she gulps and looks back at the living room.

I frown and step down, following her gaze I look at the living room.

I'm stunned.

What is he-

"Took you long enough, Ace."

Raya's POV

A man wearing a leather jacket and black pants is sitting on the couch.

He looks like he just popped out of a dark mafia romance book.

His hair is black, honey eyes—from what I can see. He's tall, as tall as Ace.

He looks very…confident?

Who's he?

And why does Ace look like he's about to throw hands with him.

"Why are you here?" Ace speaks through his gritted teeth.

"Why am I here? Oh, come on…as if you don't know." The unknown mysterious guy speaks, his voice is deep…. He gets up and brushes off his jacket. "Aren't we supposed to settle some things we left behind?"

"I don't have anything to do with you now…" Ace speaks. "Blade."

Blade? That's his name?

…Sharp, I guess.

"Oh come on, you're gonna call me that? Forgot my actual name?"

"Shut up. Don't talk to me as if we are friends." Ace says.

"Aren't we?" Blade looks at me. "And…who's this?" He eyes me up and down.

"None of your business-"

"Raya," I say with a smile. "Nice to meet you."

"Uh-huh…Raya." He steps closer. "Mikhail." He extends his hand. I raise my hand to shake but Ace slaps it away.

"What do you want?"

Blade—no, Mikhail—looks at him. "Nothing much. Just…to lock you up and torture you."

I blink twice.

Mama, I'm scared.

"Just kidding. I want compensation for what you did back then."

"What?!" Ace scoffs.

"An apology."

"What the heck? Why would I apologise?"

"Oh my little Ace. You don't remember what you did? Shall I remind you?" Mikhail leans over.

"Whatever. I'm not apologising. I never worked for you so technically I didn't do anything wrong."

"The only thing saving you right now is your high status and, of course…your father." Mikhail steps back.

"I most definitely know you're not here for an apology so get straight to the point."

"Hmm…I want you to pay me one bilion dollars. In cash."

"One. Billion. Dollars? In cash? Do I look like I own a bank, you psycho!"

Mikhail tilts his head, looking very calm. "Do I look like I care?"

"You can't be serious."

"Dead Serious." Mikhail's voice is smooth, almost playful. "I even brought a duffle bag…though I might need a few more."

"Are you crazy? How did you think i'd have one billion dollars in cash with me right now? When I don't even have my phone?"

"Relax, i'm generous. I'll give you…two days."

"Two days?!"

"Fine. One day."

"Wh-"

Mikhail smirks. "I'm kidding, calm down."

"I don't want your money."

"Then what the hell do you want?"

"Make me the next chairman of your father's company."

"You're late. I'm already the chairman."

"If I'm not wrong, you're not officially declared as the chairman." Mikhail leans back on the table. "So…what do you say? I'll forget about what happened if you let me be the chairman."

"On my dead body."

"Then your dead body it is."

What the hell is going on in here? Should I take this opportunity and run?

But…who is this guy?

And why am I here?