Chapter 2

I didn’t think I’d be waking up in my husband’s house this early, considering my age, but here I was. In the most beautiful house I’ve ever laid my eyes on, enjoying the peace and quiet of the Sunday morning. But that wasn’t all I was excited about.

Last evening, Mary had assured me that I would meet Ace today, but before we could talk more about him, Scott had walked in, she left, and I was all alone with my husband, for the very first time.

I turned to the side, but Scott wasn’t on the bed. So, I exhaled softly, but my chest still felt tight because no matter how I tried, I couldn’t shake the memory of last night.

Scott walked in, and Mary excused us. He walked slowly towards me, one hand in his pocket and the other running through his hair. I sat cross-legged on the bed. My heart pounding loudly in my chest. When he finally got closer to me, he sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on mine.

“You are a beautiful girl, Sabrina,” he murmured. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. “But you make an even more beautiful wife.”

“Uh... thank you?” I said quietly, not sure of what else to say in response.

“You don’t have to thank me, Sabrina.” He shifted closer to me, his hands cupping my face. “What I said wasn’t a compliment. I was only stating the facts, and I don’t need to be appreciated for speaking on what I see. Cause my darling wife, you are very... very beautiful.”

I forced myself to smile. The more I looked at him, the less I thought of him as terrible. But I didn’t love him. No, I had no feelings for him. It was Ace, my heart beats for, and yet, he doesn’t know I exist.

A sharp knock on the door snapped me back into the present as I quickly rose up from the bed, calling out to whoever was at the other side to come in. Then, Mary walked in.

“Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted.

“It’s starting to sound awfully weird,” I shook my head.

“What is?” she asked, confused.

“Referring to me as ma’am.”

She chuckled. “Okay... okay, I’m sorry. What would you love me to say instead?”

“My name, please,” I answered quickly.

“Of course,” she smiled. “Good morning, Sabrina.”

“Good morning, Mary,” I greeted, smiling back at her. “So, what brings you here?”

She walked into the room, shutting the door behind her, and went straight to open the curtains. “You’re late for breakfast, and your husband has asked me to come get you.”

I rushed into the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth and washing my face. “I’m so sorry. I’m not used to having breakfast this early, I forgot.”

But Mary didn’t judge or mock me. She just helped me tidy the bed and brought out something for me to wear. I got changed and rushed to the door, but before I opened it, I paused, turning back to her.

“Is Ace back?”

She turned to me. “What?”

“I asked,” I muttered. “Is Ace back?”

“Oh, yes,” she nodded. “He is. He returned very late last night, and he asked if his stepmom had arrived.”

“Oh really?” My heart beating faster now.

“Yes, Sabrina,” she murmured. “In fact, he wanted to introduce himself to you that moment, but I told him his father was with his wife—”

“Oh! You did,” I cut in.

“Yes, I did. I just didn’t want to interrupt your private moments with your husband.”

I nodded. “I understand. So, will Ace be joining us for breakfast?”

“Of course. Mr. Scott ensures that all family and guests eat breakfast together at the table. It’s one of the house rules.”

My brows furrowed. “We have house rules?”

She chuckled. “They’re not that complicated.”

“I hope so. Well, thank you. I’ll be heading downstairs then.” I waved goodbye at her and left the room.

As I got to the dining table, Scott was already seated at the head of the table. Ace was nowhere to be seen, so I settled at Scott’s right-hand side. Silver platters were already lined up at the center of the table, stacked with so much food and fruit.

Scott reached out to me, and I turned to him, but before he could speak, a voice broke in.

“Good morning, Dad.”

I turned slowly towards the direction from which the voice came. My heart was beating faster as I easily recognized it. It was none other than Ace Wendell. Our eyes locked instantly as he walked over to the opposite side of the table and sat.

“Good morning, son. How did you sleep?” Scott asked, totally unaware of the sudden tension in the dining room.

“I slept well, Dad,” Ace answered. His eyes were still locked on mine.

Unable to maintain eye contact, I looked down as I grabbed a plate and filled it with food. But that wasn’t enough.

“Have you met Sabrina?” Scott asked as he reached out to me.

I looked at Scott instantly before my gaze fell back to Ace.

“No, Dad. I’m just meeting her for the first time,” Ace answered.

Scott chuckled. “Well, then. Allow me to introduce you to my wife, your stepmother, Sabrina.”

I smiled, trying to control my lips from twitching so much. “Hi.”

“Darling, this is Ace, my only child,” Scott added.

“Nice to meet you, Sabrina,” Ace said as he stood up, extending a hand to me.

I stood up slowly, reached out to him as we shook. There was something dangerous about the way he looked at. He licked his lips as his eyes scanned my body from my waist up to my eyes. The handshake lasted far longer than it should have. I swear, there was no doubt my pussy was already soaking wet from how deeply his touch was affecting me.

It took Scott clearing his throat for us to break apart. I sat back on my seat, but as I ate, I couldn’t help but think about what just happened.

Does Ace recognize me?