LOGINWhy did I only notice it now?Ace chuckled—low, knowing."Do your work like a good whore," he murmured, his tone silky but laced with steel. "And show me your devotion, brat."He leaned back, and the pressure of his hands, which had been a constricting comfort around my body, vanished. Like a snake
I blinked, my breath hitching, frustration curling inside my chest."Please…" The whisper left me before I could stop it, before I could hold onto my pride. My head dipped down, shame curling my shoulders inward as I bit down on my lower lip. "Just one kiss. Even a peck."Ace clicked his tongue, th
“Don’t expect me to treat you like a good girl till I believe you’re sorry, Iris,” he murmured, his tone dark and taunting.Before I could process it, his thumb shoved past my lips, forcing them apart. My eyes flew wide, a muffled “Hmph” escaping as my hands shot up, fingers digging into his knees
“Sit on your knees.”…What?I froze.My smile slipped, and a soft “Huh?” escaped me before I could stop it.The warmth I’d felt a second ago twisted into something heavier, sharper, and I blinked at him, caught off guard.“You heard me, my sweet whore,” he said, leaning back with a smirk that stretc
I clenched my fists, inhaling sharply before narrowing my eyes at him.This man.This man would kill me.My fingers tugged at my top, pulling it back down as I tried to piece together what just happened.Why did he stop?I gulped, my throat dry, my body still traitorously warm. Ace smirked, draping
I sputtered, fisting my hands.“Boss,” Joy’s voice cut through my humiliation.“Wouldn’t Hudson sir be angry about what you just did to his sister? Should we, uh, step outside?”Ace didn’t even spare her a glance.“No. Stay here and do your work. I’ll do mine,” he said smoothly, like he hadn’t just
"No," she said, turning to face me, her expression softening.Her face glowed in the light filtering in from outside, and I couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty.She reached out, gently stroking my cheek, and a smile tugged at her lips.As her lips brushed against my temple, a rush of warmt
“Sure," I said, sipping my wine.We stepped out onto the balcony, the city sprawled out before us like a twinkling carpet of lights.“Well..," he rubbed his forehead.I watched him closely, my demeanor cool and collected.He's a man of confidence but now it was replaced by a hint of nervousness. Som
Ace POV:I took one last glance at myself in the mirror before stepping out of the closet.She was still asleep on the bed, emitting small snores with a bit of saliva sticking to her lips. Jet lag.It was 7 in the morning, and I needed to leave for my office.We had returned to New York the previous
She eagerly dug in, moaning in delight and hitting my knees with excitement. "It's so good," she exclaimed, devouring another one enthusiastically. "My mom used to buy me these all the time," I chuckled, reminiscing. "You're lucky. My mom always said street food meant it was made in the gutter,"







