Mag-log inUnable to stop Ace from coming with me, I went up to my room and changed. Mary had already received instructions from my husband. She was also handed a black card to give to me, in which I will use to pay for anything I want.
Upon leaving, Ace pulled me aside again, asking that I tell Mary to stay back. “And why should I do that?” I asked. “I want us to use this opportunity to know each other better, and what better time to do so than when we’re alone?” he chuckled, stepping closer to me. “Go tell her it’ll just be the two of us.” “And what if she says no—” “There’s no way she would say no. You are her boss, and she is meant to listen and do whatever you ask her to do,” he cut in. “Well, not like you did,” I muttered. Ace walked over to the car while I went back inside, stopping Mary, who was about to step outside. “Mary, I was thinking maybe Ace, and I went on this spree alone,” I said in a soft tone. “Just you two alone?” she asked as expected. “Yes. If he’s going to be my stepson, I have to at least be acquainted with him. Almost everyone in the house likes me, so I want to use this opportunity to introduce myself to him as well.” She sighed. “That’s okay, Sabrina. I guess you do have to build that relationship one way or another. I’ll be staying then.” “Thank you,” I smiled and walked away. Ace and I began our trip to the most luxurious stores in all of Beverly Hills. We shopped for things I needed and didn’t need at all. Our last stop was at a fancy clothes store. After Ace helped me pick out some clothes, we were taken into a private dressing room separated from the others. It was a space only for us, no cameras, and we were alone. I stepped behind the curtains to try out the first dress Ace picked for me. Just as I took off the clothes I was wearing, leaving only my underwear, Ace walked in. “What are you doing?” I gasped, instantly picking up my cloth to cover myself up. “You have a pretty body. Is my father going to enjoy all of it alone?” he asked in a low, deep tone. “What are you talking about?” I asked even though I already knew what he was talking about. “Don’t tell me you guys haven’t done it yet?” he chuckled. “No, we haven’t, and it’s none of your business. Leave, Ace,” I snapped, despite how badly I wanted him to come closer. “Are you sure you want me to leave? This little errand was supposed to help us get closer, wasn’t it?” he said, taking a step slowly towards me. “But I promise to leave, only if that’s what you want. Really.” “Well,” I swallowed. “Since you’re already here, you can as well help me with the dress.” “Even better, how about I help you with something else?” he said as he lunged at me. I had my back against the wall as he pressed his body against mine. My crotch was pressed right on his knees. An accidental brush up triggered my head to make dirty thoughts, and then he cupped my boobs. We exchanged glances. My cheeks were flushed, but I didn’t push him away. He pressed me some more, fondling my boobs softly as I bit my lips, soft exhales escaped my lips. Ace began kneading my pussy with his fingertips through the fabric of my panties. I widened my legs a bit, inviting him to touch me even more. He shifted open my panties, rubbing my clit, spreading the juices my pussy was producing all over. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pressed his forehead on mine. “Do you like it?” he whispered. “Is this how father touched you last night?” With a trembling voice, I spoke. “He never touched me... he never... uh—” I moaned softly, unable to finish my sentence. “Good, let’s keep it that way,” he smirked. “He’s way older than you anyway, you need someone young and vibrant like me to please you and make you happy.” I could see his poor cock hard and throbbing in his trousers. He pressed my clit some more, tracing the folds of my slit, up and down, and feeling the nub of my protruding clit. It was like he sensed my breathing because he changed as he began teasing my arousal. “This feels soooooo good, Ace,” I bit my lips, trying to control my breathing. “Please don’t stop.” He toyed and played with me as my eyes closed. I rocked gently against his fingers, digging into his fingertips. “I want to cum,” I announced. I groaned as Ace penetrated me with his fingers. My palms found Ace's throbbing cock, and I rubbed on it gently. “I will make you cum if you agree to something,” he whispered into my ear. “What is that?” I asked in a soft tone. “Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked. “Your girlfriend? But I’m married to your father,” I muttered. “I don’t care. I like you, and I want us to keep being this close. My father doesn’t have to know, no one does. It’ll just be you and me. Please, be my girlfriend,” he pleaded. This was something I’ve always wanted. And now, Ace was saying to me that he liked me and wanted me to be his girlfriend. Of course, my answer was always going to be... “Yes, Ace,’’ I smiled. “I’ll be your girlfriend.” “Good,” he smirked. “Now, cum for me.” He began fingering me at a faster but gentle pace. He lifted my leg up, his knees rested on the wall, and he dropped my feet on his leg. My legs were even wider now. He fingered me deeply. My body trembled in excitement and intense pleasure. He came closer and we locked lips. Kissing each other passionately while he continued fingering me. I rocked and sighed as orgasm shook through my body with Ace fingers deep inside my tight pussy hole. “Good girl,” he chuckled as cream-like fluid poured out of my pussy. “Now remember our promise.” “Of course, I know how to keep secrets.”“Now if you don’t mind,” my mom said as she tried to get into the house. “I’d like to come in.” “No.” “What do you mean no?” she chuckled. “Get out of the way child.” “I said no, mom,” I said again. But she didn’t stop. She pushed past me as if I were a curtain instead of her daughter, her heels clicking against the floor like she owned the goddamn place. Like she had never been thrown out. Like she hadn’t shattered everything she touched the last time she stood under this roof. “Don’t step into this house,” I warned, my voice shaking now. “I mean it. You are not welcome here. You are never allowed into this house.” Claire laughed softly, the sound was so light and infuriating. “Sweetheart, you’ve always been dramatic.” She kept walking. Ace moved instantly, stepping in front of her, his body tense, and protective. “Hey. Stop right there.” Claire finally looked at him properly, her gaze sweeping over him with an unreadable expression. Maybe it was calculation, maybe. Amuseme
It had been a month. A month and a few days, to be exact. I counted because pretending not to was impossible. Summer break was bleeding out slowly with just three weeks left. The days had become a routine of quiet mornings, long afternoons, evenings spent pretending I didn’t hear Ace’s footsteps in the halls or feel his presence like a ghost hovering just out of reach. I had perfected the silent treatment..., and with Scott out on a business trip, it was extra hard staying silent, because I didn’t really have anyone else. That evening, I returned from the salon later than usual. The sun was already dipping low, staining the sky in bruised shades of orange and purple. My hair smelled like citrus and heat, freshly washed, freshly trimmed, freshly styled with soft blonde waves falling down my back. I stepped out of the car, thanked the driver, and walked toward the front door with my bag slung over my shoulder. The moment I pushed the door open, I felt it. Him. Ace was seated in
My throat tightened instantly. “Ace, don’t.” “Why not?” His voice rose as he stepped forward again. “Why can’t I say it? Why can’t I tell you the truth instead of pretending I’m happy with someone I don’t want?” “Because…” I backed away once, then stopped myself. “Because it doesn’t fix anything. It doesn’t change anything.” He blinked. “How can you say that?” “How can you not see it?” My voice trembled, but this time I didn’t try to hide it. “Ace, I told you—I don’t want to speak to you anymore. What you did to Courtney doesn’t magically erase what you did to me.” His face fell. “I never lied about loving you.” “You lied by omission,” I whispered. “You let me think there was no one else. You let me fall deeper into whatever this is... whatever we are, without telling me you were with someone else the whole time.” “Sabrina—” “Don’t.” I shook my head, tears threatening again. “Just don’t.” For a long moment he didn’t speak. He just looked at me like I was the ground under his
I stayed frozen in the shadowed corner long after Courtney’s footsteps faded down the hallway and Scott’s voice chased after her. I didn’t move, didn’t think. My body felt glued to the wall, as if the plaster itself refused to release me. My heart was still pounding in my ears when I heard slow, uneven footsteps. Ace’s. He was coming this way. I panicked and almost ran. The urge shot up my spine like electricity, but my legs didn’t move in time. Ace rounded the corner, shoulders tense, jaw tight, eyes unfocused with leftover anger and heartbreak. He almost walked past me. Almost. But then he stopped mid-step, turned his head slightly— And saw me. His eyes widened. “Sabrina?” I swallowed hard, unable to hide anymore. He stepped closer. “What are you doing here?” He sounded confused… and tired. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. My throat felt locked shut. His stare drifted down my body, then back up to my face, staring at me as if trying to understand why I was rooted
I sat at the dining table with my hands folded tightly in my lap, so tightly my knuckles felt cold. The table was already set with roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, broccoli, and a bowl of salad, the usual meal the chef made when Scott wanted something simple. Yet nothing about tonight felt simple. It felt heavy. Tense. Awkward in ways that stabbed quietly under my skin. Michael had left, thankfully, and now only Scott, Ace, Courtney, and I sat around the long table. The seats felt wider than usual, the room quieter, even though Courtney’s voice carried its usual cheer. “So my last semester was really interesting,” she said excitedly, cutting a piece of chicken as she spoke. “We had this weekend retreat at a cliffside villa. Like, a literal cliff. And one of my classmates almost fell off because she was taking pictures!” Scott laughed, amused, genuinely invested. “A cliff? That sounds dangerous. Why would they pick a place like that for students?” “Oh, trust me!” Courtney said, ro
Scott stared at me for a moment, as if trying to gauge whether my excuse made any sense. I kept my face deliberately scrunched in embarrassment and pain, forcing out a tiny hiss like my toe still throbbed. It must have worked. The tension drained from his shoulders, and he let out a long breath, but it wasn’t one of relief, and not suspicion. Then he stepped closer and gently pulled me into his side with a protective arm. “Oh, sweetheart…” he murmured as his hand rubbed my upper arm. “You poor thing. You have to be more careful.” My heart twisted painfully. His concern was real. He genuinely believed me. Somehow, that made the lie feel even heavier on my tongue. Scott looked over my head straight at Ace, his expression hardening instantly. “Ace,” he barked. “You’re a grown person, and you’re still acting like a child. How many times have I told you to be careful around her? She’s smaller than you. You can’t just drag her around like that.” Ace lowered his head, guilt flickering







