Chapter 6

Angel’s POV

We arrived at the door. Ace had been holding my hand the entire time as he walked in front of me. 

He halted abruptly and pivoted to face me.

"I'm not being too hard on you, My Little Wife?" 

"What the hell?" I pondered in my mind. Did you not see that he was a piece?

“No, I assure you!” Lying, I felt tears well up in my eyes and glanced down. 

"Well," he murmured. “Everyone is excited to sit with you, so let's get inside now. Just keep in mind what I said, though.”

He bent down to plant a kiss on my forehead. I felt shivers down my spine from his warm lips. I straightened my dress, which had risen while I was moving. 

We made our way through the quiet hallway to the dining hall.

His family has good genes, I have to admit, as well as excellent fashion sense. I felt too casual around them.

"Hi, Ace!" His dad gestured towards us with a wine glass. I mean, I was essentially standing there like a pole as everyone greeted him. At last, they recalled my presence. 

His father gave me a shoulder pat and said, "Hello, dear," before taking a seat. 

"Greetings from the family!" His mother said, attempting a grin, and went to sit next to her husband. His sister arrived next, looking ebullient, and their mother's irritated looks indicated to me that she was the family's oddball.

“Hi, and best of luck!” She gave me a stern look and kissed my cheek. Oh my! Did she not smell like alcohol?

There were the brothers I had been warned to refrain from. All they did was wave and turn their heads aside. 

Josiah, my brother-in-law, was also invited. He never even bothered to give me a wave. However, I didn't give a damn because all I wanted to do was see my sister, who suddenly appeared, wiping her hands on her dress. We embraced as she ran up to me.

It was time to settle in and begin dinner at the table. Surprisingly, I had no seat at all despite the name tags on every seat. At that moment, I realised I hadn't seen my father, who Ace had mentioned would be present. However, I didn't dwell on it. I was furious at him anyway.

“Oh dear, I'm really sorry. I must have forgotten about you. I would have chosen a larger table had I remembered you were joining us, but I can't start the decor all over again, can I?” His mother remarked cynically. More of sarcastically.

I stood there, utterly reactionless. I most definitely did not want to annoy Ace.

"My little wife, she can sit on my lap, right?" Ace said, staring intently into my eyes. His beauty made my heart melt. I simply nodded in agreement, but to be honest, I didn't find it very comforting.

"Great!" He continued, petting my cheek. Even though my heart began to race, I held my composure.

Ace wrapped his hand around my waist, and walked me to where he’d be sitting. He pulled his pants up a little and sat down carefully, before opening his legs and tapping his thigh while looking up at me. 

I put my birkin on the floor and plopped on his thigh, my heart pumping. Everyone was staring at me annoyingly, except the black sheep sister who did a toast in the air with her half full glass of white wine.

Ace pulled me closer to him. I could feel his warm breath on my neck, and definitely his “manly man” on my butt.

“By the way, your father’s phone’s unreachable. Your sister tried calling him so many times but in vain, traitor!” His father denounced. 

“Do you think he ran away?” Ace roared from behind me, squeezing my waist in the process.

“Can only be it,” his father mumbled.

“But he owes us!” Ace hissed, making a fist. I began to get scared.

“Mmh,” his mother jumped in, “He does owe us, that too laaaaaaarge amounts of money. Where do you think he could go?”

You read that right, she stretched the word!

“I don't think we should worry about that. He could always come back, plus we have his daughter now…”

I didn't allow Ace’s sinister-sounding brother to finish his sentence, and dropped a glass of wine on Ace’s shoe.

“What the fuck, Angel!” He barked at me, I quickly made my way up. To say he's angry would be an understatement, he was fuming, and looked like he's ready to kill someone.

“I'm sorry!” I said, my voice breaking. Tears were already starting to form in my eyes. .

"You can't just throw wine on people and expect to get away with it by a simple sorry, doesn't work like that," he denounced. I glanced at his fist, and he was shaking, his eyes still pinned on me.

I wasn't sure if he was angry at me dropping wine on him, or that my father disappeared into thin air.

The maid came to my rescue. 

He stormed off into the silent hallway leading nowhere I could see.

“What the fuck, brother!” His sister screamed at him as he walked away.

“Shut up, will you!” He hissed back.

Meanwhile, I just stood there shaking, in front of people who gave zero fucks about me, and are probably happy with the way he was treating me.

“He’s an asshole, don't worry about him,” his sister said to me. 

I started sobbing, but the cold-hearted people at the table didn't even react. Except for my sister and his sister who came up to me, and walked me to the living room.

“If you want to go see him, he's in the second room on your left. That's where he goes when he has his mood swings. I wonder what a load of work he’d be if he were a woman,” his sister said. 

I looked at her and forced a smile.

“Good luck,” my sister added.

I stood up and dragged myself to the said room. When I got in there, there was only smoke I could see. I coughed, fanning it away with my hand as I called out for him.

A hand grabbed me in the obscurity. 

“Come to the window,” It was his voice. I followed along.

After I caught my breath, he held my hands together, and planted a warm kiss on my forehead. 

“I'm sorry!” He said, and silence reigned the room. 

I couldn't find it in me to say anything, but rather just stared into his eyes. He continued.

“The news about your father got me worked up, but I took it out on you, so I'm sorry,” he assured.

“You won't do it again? I can't pay for my father's debts again,” I muttered. 

I wasn't impressed at all. One moment he's attempting to romance me at the dinner table, and the next he acts like a lion, only to be annoyingly calm again, like nothing happened. 

I sighed, pondering how this marriage’s going to be a lot. Maybe even more than I could take.

He held me by my cheeks and came closer to me, assuring me it won't happen again.

I gave a nod. 

He held me by my chin and kissed me on the lips.

I hesitated since it was so abrupt. But, his lips continued to draw mine, like a magnet, so I gave in. 

We briefly tongue kissed, as he ruined my hairdo by sticking his fingers in my hair strands. 

We stopped to meet each other's gaze. I flushed as he gave me a smile. 

Then he grabbed me by the waist, and pressed himself on me as I leaned against the wall. I was definitely feeling him. Nevertheless, he wasn't "hard," as I had hoped.

It worried me. His sister interrupted us, perhaps reading my thoughts as she entered. 

I felt thankful. Nevertheless, I started to wonder whether he didn't think I was hot enough to make him want me.

It's not that I wanted to get laid by him right away; rather, it means a lot to me that I can make a handsome man feel attracted to me as a woman.

We followed his sister. He gave me a tender grasp on my hand.

While on the phone, we walked past his sinister-sounding brother in the corridor. He looked at me, ogling, and while he did so, he fixed his manhood. 

"Am I going to run into any issues?" I pondered in my mind.