Touching the Heart of Ace

Chapter 65

Robbie and I had slowly become more than just lovers, more than what we ever were. There was

something about kissing him for no reason, subtly flirting in and out of bedrooms, letting him touch me

like he had the right to...

Then all that holding his hand and gently steering him to my bedroom.

That was more romantic, more real and more loving. The nights where we waited for our baby to sleep

and when he would pull me to him, I enjoyed not saying 'no', not putting up any kind of protests,

because he was the one I loved, he was the one I wanted to feel that love...

I would hum and mewl to all his deceptively innocent questions which only a demon would ask his

mate.

I was missing out so much in my life. I should have done this a very long time ago but... spilled milk.

He was my husband, though we had not married, may be never would but... Robbie would never fit a

boyfriend description. I could not think of him as my boyfriend. One look at him and 'boyfriend' seemed

so small, so inaccurate, so demeaning.

But husband... or mate...

Silly me.

But then what would I call him, again?

The man who had this strut, when he came for me. His eyes had gone half lidded with lust and instead

of my lips he kissed only my cheek before pulling me to him off the floor. And I had gone all limp with

need, and shyness... the way he held me was all sinful, closer to his chest, like I was precious and he

was taking me to pamper me... but... he was not... he was taking me to do all the things that would

make a human an animal.

I held on his neck when he walked to his bedroom, me in his hands like a trophy he had won.

When he lowered to his bed, I had only watched him remove his clothes and... again only stared when

he removed mine. Yet, I was the one who cradled his face to pull him to a kiss and presented myself.

"Beg me."

I twisted my face away at his command. There was only so much I could handle. I whined adorably but

he was no relenting. "Beg me for my..."

I covered his mouth and he stopped moving, but he took my hand away. "Don't you want it?" He

stopped moving after giving me a hard thrust. He knew I did and he knew how much did I want 'it'.

His rhythm was all wrong now, this was not how... "BEG."

"Please." I was flushed yet blood flew to my cheeks.

"Please what?"

I whined again because it was so humiliating, but did he care about that? "Please... in me."

I heard a growl and his warmth spread deep in my body and soul. I loved it because he was leaving his

proof of love in me.

He lewdly licked my bottom lip. "Enjoyed it?"

God, please... It was not right... He did not just ask me that. "Please Robbie..."

"Tell me, love."

I tried very hard but he was always so persistent. "Yes." I whispered shyly to his neck and then hid in

his chest.

"Really?"

This man!

I thumped his chest in embarrassed but gave a small nod. "Look at me, Angel."

"No."

He chuckled. "Shy?"

"Mmm..."

"Why?" What was with him and one o one questions? "You are mine and I am yours."

I smiled to his chest and he felt it.

"Kitten." He rubbed his nose on my forehead.

I came out from my hiding and he smiled at me with love.

Yes, love.

No man would smile like that if he was not in love. And I blushed before played with the angel clasp of

his chain that was swinging in front of my face.

"You are so perfect."

"Mmm... enough with the sweet words. You got what you want." I playfully glared at him before pushing

him until he lied down next to me and I found my comfortable spot his chest, my feet tangling with his.

"I still can't believe it, sometimes."

"Hm?"

"You are here, in my arms and I..." I leaned up and bit his lip.

"If this is a dream you can come for me and chain me up in your bed."

He stared at me without any emotion. "I just might."

I giggled before caressing his hard and perfect body, tracing his old scars, tugging on his hair... and

playing.

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exhaustion made me fall asleep. He kissed the back of my hand promising me again to make

everything right.

My Precious Demon.

We both woke up to his phone ringing and I whined, climbing on top of him.

"Yeah... What? No... I am busy..." He kissed my forehead. "Yes, I can't come... because I am busy... I

really am... if I leave now, it would be the end of the world..." Robbie kissed my lips and I smiled

dreamily at him. "Yes, very very important stuff... Why would I lie?... No! Call Chance... I will come

tomorrow..." I sighed at his adorable angry face. "Fine! Yeah yeah, I heard... I will be there... Set the

conference ready. Why haven't I killed you yet?... Yeah yeah yeah..."

He dropped the call and rolled me under him making me squeak. He rubbed his body on mine, gave

me a hard kiss and sat up.

God! He was so gorgeous.

All male! So hot!

I licked my lips but he did not see me. Good!

I popped my head on my elbow and he smiled taking my naked form from head to toe. He smugly

winked at me before making an obscene action with his tongue.

And that made me hotter.

What beast in me did he unleash?

When he cracked his neck, sitting on the edge of the bed, ready to get up, I put my finger on his nape...

slowly dragging it down the curve of his spine.

"Playing with a sleeping tiger, Kitten." He warned with a playful tone.

"Tiger? More like... a pussy cat." The man turned around his right eyebrow which had a scar - so sexy-

rose perfectly up.

Smug Bastard.

A hot smug bastard.

"Is that why you call me Daddy?"

"I will never call you Daddy. You are a baby." I took my finger away before popping it on the edge of my

mouth, slowly rubbing my tongue on the tip and his eyes darkened.

"You will call me whatever I demand you to call me."

Yes!

"You can try... and fail." I shrugged and rubbed my right thigh on my left.

He jumped on me making me shriek with laughter. "Use that tongue for better use, you siren. All that

pretty talk..."

I giggled and hugged him to my body. "I love you so much."

"Do you need me?"

"I need you, baby."

He sighed. "I need you too... so much... never going to let you leave... well, I have to go to office now,

but you get what I am saying..."

I pouted. "Don't go yet... Daddy."

"I thought you said I was not Daddy but a Baby..."

"You are my everything." He really was. I loved him in all the ways there was to love.

"So how about Baby Daddy. I will be your Baby Daddy." I shrieked with laughter again as he talked non

sense in his board room voice. "Call me Baby Daddy."

"Ewwww... No..." I giggled and his phone rang again.

"Fuuuuck! I have to go Angel. Or they will start ringing all our phones."

"No." I hugged him like a Koala.

"You say that now, but when they complain about my being late, you will chew my ear off." He pecked

my chest, ears, cheeks and lips. "Okay, you are now seriously changing my mind. So, up!" He swatted

my butt and sat up again, groaning.

I wanted to play with him some more. I wanted to hear him praising me.

"Wipe that pout off, imp... you are my devil. You will throw me under the bus when they complain about

my tardiness."

"Or..." I gulped facing away.

"Or what?"

"You could tell me that I kept you in bed."

I kept looking around my room without giving him any attention but I knew he was frozen, processing

my... my what? Permission? My approval? Jesus! I did not know.

I felt a huge weight on my body the next second. "Angel... did you? Are you sure? Really... I can wait...

I know you never wanted anyone to know... I don't mind... I..." He rambled and I shut him up with a kiss.

"I want to... I told you why I did not want..."

"I will make it right... I need tim..."

"Shhh... I know... Robbie, but if you want... we could... I don't know... they are your close friends... they

really care about you... so..."

"Really, Angel?"

"Really. Some of them already suspect and I want them to know that I am yours."

He hugged me tighter and kissed my head several times. We forgot to get naughty but this was more

intimate.

"Robbie..."

"Mmm?"

"I want to tell Uncle Jack. At least to him, I have to tell the way we are supposed to. I... he is my family."

"I want whole world to know, Angel. Do you want to wait until he knows?"

"No... we need to go there and say it personally. You tell your friends now, Baby Daddy."

"Fuck! You are so perfect."

I giggled as he showered me with affection and sweet words.

I smiled at the mangoes on our dining table. I shook my head as I peeled another one because I was

not joking when I said I was craving Alphonso. We were almost asleep after another round of 'playing'

by my demon and I blurted it out of nowhere at midnight.

Tada! Alphonso mangoes for my Angel.

Robbie was such a dork sometimes to write that on our card.

But I ate one, first thing in the morning, then another during breakfast, then another one as juice, now

this was my snack.

God, these were so delicious.

I did not know when he slipped out of our bed. But when I woke up early in the morning so I could have

'me time' without my babies tucking themselves under me, Alphonso was on my dining table in their

cute wooden boxes.

I burped a little because I was basically shoving pieces after pieces in my mouth.

Dammit, Ace, slow down.

I put rest of them safely away, so I could pull them out in less than an hour. Hey, don't judge me... they

are so yum!

"DAVEY...." My Little Lia called out and came running with her arms already stretched out for me to lift

her up and I did.

"Hey, Princess." I kissed her cheeks and furrowed my eyes seeing her troubled.

"Daddy angee..."

"At you?"

"No... phopho."

"Ah! It is okay baby... Daddy is scolding meanies in his office." But she did not look so satisfied with my

answer and I frowned. It was not the first time she saw him lose his cool on phone. It never really

bothered her and Robbie consciously moved away if he did not like what he was hearing from the other

side.

Lia popped her thumb in her mouth and refused to give me her hand to hold.

That bad, huh?

We were trying to let that bad habit go and normally giving me that drool covered baby hand to hold

usually worked.

I took a piece of Alphonso and gave her to eat but she turned her face away.

Okay... So daddy was mad, really really mad.

I kissed her forehead. "Let us go find Daddy." She dropped her head on my shoulder and sucked on

her thumb.

Wow! Lia was right.

"...DO YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW IT?... I don't care... then take it to court, we will see that there... I

want a divorce and that is final... It should not matter to anyone... Don't act so surprised... I asked you

to file one before she got pregnant, do you know how old my baby is now?... Yeah, exactly!... FIND A

WAY!!! YOU ARE THE LAWYER!"

I stood right behind him and slowly put my right hand under his shirt, caressing his tensed back.

"... Terry, either you file one or you are fired."

He ended the call and I took his phone from him before he could fling it across the room.

"Give a kiss to daddy." I told Lia and she leaned to her daddy but Robbie plucked her off me and kissed

her instead.

"Daddy is fine, Baby Love. Just stupid people."

"No, stupee, Daddy. Davey say stupee peeple cawl peeple stupee."

"Yeah, coz your Davey so smart, Baby Angel."

Lia nodded approvingly.

I smiled. Robbie called Lia what he calls me with a 'Baby' in front.

Baby Love.

Baby Kitten.

Baby Angel.

Oh and that one time she poured juice over his suit... Baby Brat!

How was that even my...

Huff!

I dropped my forehead on his biceps. Lia was giggling at Robbie's antics and funny faces. She kicked

out of his embrace when she knew her daddy was fine and happy, before running off to play.

"Our baby is worried about your anger." I pecked his chest pulling him to the kitchen to give him some

juicy mangoes. "You know I will wait for you, right?"

"But I don't want to you to wait. This has been dragging for so long. I... just... I want all things you want

too. Maybe even more than you. And... I hate being helpless."

I sat on the kitchen counter with him between my legs and hugged him. "Divorce is a messy process

Daddy, we have to be patient."

"I know... I am just..." He took a deep sniff of my neck and I giggled feeling ticklish. He smiled against

my skin and I felt so powerful knowing that I had this effect on him. "This marriage is messing with me. I

thought I had it in control, I thought I was doing fine... but I am not... I have you and Lia... You are my...

my..." He gulped trying hard to find words.

"Your priority?"

"More than that. My existence, if it makes any sense." He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on

mine. "I wanted to have these moments; you right here, in my arms... from the moment I first saw you...

to have this life exactly the way we are right now. And... now you want it too. I hate that I have to wait

again."

I had no idea how to make my Big Baby cheer up. He was stressing over this for a long time. He

slipped out of my embrace early in the mornings, so he could speed up everything related to his

marriage but things did not seem easy. He wanted this too much that his health was taking its toll.

"I am not going anywhere, so is Lia, Daddy. We need you so much in our life. We can wait."

"I can't." He pouted.

I laughed. "You could not possibly want this since the time we met at mom's brunch."

"Huh?"

I pinched him. He could not even remember the first time we met and he was saying that this was what

he wanted since our 'first meeting'. I rolled my eyes.

"The first time we met. That was our first meeting."

"No."

"Yes, it was. You wore your Hugo Bros shirt and Clive Christian NOBLE VIII ROCOCO IMMORTELLE

perfume."

"Remember all that?" He smugly asked and I blushed.

"Of course I do but you do not." I punched his shoulder. It was not his fault; it was a very long time ago.

"No, that was not the first time we met."

I huffed.

"I am telling you the truth, Angel. That is the first meeting you remember or probably the first time you

noticed me. We have met before that."

"Wh... What? When?"

There was no way we had met before. I would have remembered.

"I was in the airplane with you."

My confusion was clear on my face and he pecked my nose. "Look at this cute kitten." He kissed my

cheek too.

"I was with you in the flight. I helped you put your bag away."

"Really?"

"I saw you making a block and I thought, 'Jesus, that girl needs to move that perky ass out of the way'."

"Hey..." I scowled.

He laughed. "Sorry, baby, I was cranky that day... anyways, I saw you meddling with your bag and I

excused through the 'crowd' and helped you."

I did not remember any of it.

"Then you saw me?"

"Yeah... not you actually but your pink succulent, pouty luscious..." I giggled and swatted his chest. "...

lips."

That was so perfect...

"And I thought those would look more beautiful wrapped around my cock."

What the!!!

I groaned. "So romantic, Asshole Brantley."

He shrugged. "Just telling you the truth."

Shake my head.

"Well only for a few seconds, because then I saw your eyes and I was gone." He sighed. "So so gone...

By the time my brain was back on track you had seated next to a young lady who was trying to flirt with

you the whole trip. I did everything to catch your attention but..."

"I don't remember any of this."

"And it is not half of it. I even followed you without waiting for my luggage. I asked if you wanted a lift."

"You did?"

"You smiled and told me that you have your own car, but that slutty airhostess came for me and when I

turned back, you had left. I wanted to wring her neck."

I giggled. "Why don't I remember any of this?"

"Maybe because you were too innocent until I..."

"Robbie!!!" He picked me up from the kitchen counter; hand firmly and perversely on my butt, and

lowered himself on the couch with me straddling his lap.

"So what happened next?"

"Enjoying my misery?"

"Very much. Tell me."

"Well, I was there because I had to attend this family get together of my date ?C worst mistake ever-

and I was forming ways to track you down; the incubus who was still fucking up my mind. A lady was

rambling about her perfect son. I was honestly done with her boasting... until..." He waited for effect.

"...until the incubus came to the dining table in a cute dinosaur pyjamas."

"Good thing I don't remember this or I would die of embarrassment."

"No... You looked like a Prince... Prince of Angels. Everyone including myself who gathered there, were

in Versace, Gucci and all those branded clothes and you were... you just came in like you owned us al.

Your mother even introduced me and you gave me a polite smile; that was it... Then you announced

you would be eating in kitchen and... so beautiful... so... enigmatic and..." He brushed the back of his

index finger on my cheek. "I wanted that Angel to be mine. I hated that I could not hold your attention.

And you just ignored me over and over again and I could not take it. I did everything that made

everyone crazy for me but you never did..."

He yanked me hard making our pelvises slam with each other.

Jesus!

"Now... you are all mine... all mine... all mine."

"So, you hunted me down. Here I thought you were a good friend." I poked his cheek.

"I was... I am... You don't want to know what went through my head seeing you all unachievable. I

became someone I thought I was never capable of being. You make me my best and my worst..."

I pulled his head to mine and kissed him; gave a small bite too when he squeezed my butt.

"Finally you got me as yours." I scrunched my face cutely at him and he growled.

"No, thanks to you, brat. You really made me run for my money. You can never leave me again, you got

it? I will make a dungeon for us if you run again."

I giggled throwing my head back. He was not joking; I knew it but it was cute. "Or you could just tell me

that you miss me so much and I will come with you willingly. You know, make it a bit romantic, Daddy."

He stared. I had no idea what he was searching for but I had nothing to hide. He had made me his. I

wanted to be his.

"Will you?"

"If you are romantic enough, right away. Or I will make you grovel but yeah... I will come with you."

"I will do anything you want... just... come with me always."

I nodded. "I love you, Robbie. I promise if it is not for your own good, I will never ever leave you

because my love for you runs too deep."

I expected a lot of reactions, surprise, happy tears, a hard kiss, anything but not heartbreak. He looked

at like I had betrayed him, broke his trust and his eyes widened in angry surprise.

"Wh... what? No... no Angel... You promised. You promised you need me."

"Robbie? Babe?"

"You promised you will never leave me."

"I won't... I promise but..."

"NO!"

He pulled me off my lap and paced in front of me in anger and hurt.

"Robbie... baby... talk to me..."

"You will leave me. You said you love me and you will leave me because you love me... No... No... you

can't, I don't..."

"Robbie, I love..."

"I don't want your love... I want you to stay with me! Always! I don't need your ugly love! Tell me the

truth. Do you need me? Or are you just saying that you do?"

My heart broke at his pain and I had no idea how to help him. "Why don't you need my love, Big

Baby?"

"BECAUSE THEN YOU WILL LEAVE." He panted. His chest rising up and down to his laboured

breaths. His steel eyes were blazing with a sheen of tear and his hands where fisted to his sides.

"Who told you that?"

"That is what you do to the people you 'love.' You leave them..."

I stood up and walked to him slowly. All the stress due to his marriage, divorce and his sleepless nights

were finally catching up to him. He was tired, angry and just missing me too much.

But as clueless as he was, thought he was indestructible ?C but if something could destroy him, it was

him... and me.

His hard body slammed into me and he roared. "You are never leaving me..."

"I am not."

His hand gripped on his hair and started pacing again.

"People don't just leave you know. They value your happiness and if they can't give you that... the

people who loves you leav..."

He laughed... out of anger and unconcealed sadness.

"Baby..." I called out to him but he was not seeing me though he was looking at me.

"Happiness! Yeah. My mother really cared about my happiness when she let go of my father to the

bitch he wanted, because of her love. She loved me so much that when he said his 'boy' was going

with him, she wholeheartedly gave him me. Then my father... he fucking loved me too, so when his new

wife started to complain about lack of food and water, guess what he did? His love made him leave me

in the care of that shithole called orphanage. He loved me so much, Angel, he could not see me starve

and his new son wanted all the things he could afford."

Blood rushed to my ears. I thought he was an orphan and that was all he ever said to me. He was only

five and I believed that his parents were dead. How long was he holding this in? I rubbed my heart to

stop the pain I was feeling.

"Then all those good mommys and daddys. They loved me so much that they had to leave me back at

the orphanage after a few months because I deserved the best and they could not give me that. 'True

love leaves.' I know. I know that too well. I don't want love from you... I want you to need me. So, tell

me Angel... do you need me?"

His eyes were blank. Looming over me with his intimidating height, he reminded me of my demon when

he was not tamed. He would do anything... anything at all to keep me near.

Then I understood one more thing.

He was scared.

All this time, when he went demonic, I had thought he never cared about me but the truth was far from

it. My Big Baby was just scared. There was one scared five-year boy that was left too many times in the

name of 'true love' who was thrashing inside my man.

"WHY ARE YOU CRYING?" He screamed and his whole posture screamed dominance, danger and

predatory. "Angel, I don't care if you need me or not. You are mine. You can leave in the name of love

or whatever shit, but... listen well, Ace... I will come for you. You don't have a life without me."

His feet coiled with mine and he pushed me with one hand and other firm on my back. I lost my footing

and he lowered me to the floor, ready to make me his again.

He had nothing to worry. I was crying because I was not able to be with him when he was young. I was

not there to hug him close and tell him that he had me.

"You can cry all you want; you are not going anywhere."

"Good." I told him the truth and he paused undoing my shirt. "I need you." My voice came out strong

and unyielding. "I needed you always. I need you still."

I sat up with him hovering over me and I kissed his cheek and looped my hands on his neck. "I am not

crying because you are not letting me leave. I never cried because of that. I cried thinking you would

never be truly mine in the eyes of others. I cry because I was not there for you to hold you and tell you

that I need you."

I could see him struggling to bring up proper words and I kissed his bobbing Adam's apple. "Shhh...

baby, I know. I never want to let you go and if I ever do... I want you to come for me and make me

yours. Instead of dungeons, think of something romantic Asshole Brantley." He chuckled. "Like maybe

a flower room or a jungle room or..."

He smiled happily.

He was a demon, of course he would prefer a dungeon but... I could make him do anything I wanted.

I could see him as an innocent adorable baby with temper issues. But he was supposed to be loved

and cherished like my baby Lia.

I chuckled at that.

"What?"

"Here, I was feeling guilty for not being there when you were five but... I was not even born."

He kissed my head. "You are here now and promise me you will be here always."

"Robert Brantley, I will only leave you out of anger and I promise I will let you carry me back to your lair,

if done romantically."

"If not romantic?"

"You will have to carry me kicking and screaming."

Then we were laughing. We were dorks because there was nothing funny in my statement. Robbie

being horny always started to do what he had left of.

"We have a beautiful soft bed in this house and you want me here on hard floor?"

"Too far." He whined but I held his face gently before rubbing my lips all over his face.

"Come on, Daddy. Lia was also worried, remember?"

It took me some tries but finally my love behaved and I held his hand tight as we went to our kid.

"Hey, Little Baby, whatchya doing?"

She giggled. "Meek uuuuuup."

"Ah! That is so beautiful, sweetheart."

"Davey, meek ?C up?"

"Later. Sweet baby, listen... Daddy and Davey is going to work for some time, okay?" She made a yuck

face. We used to say 'play' but then Lia started to insist she wanted to play too, so now it was 'work'.

God! I sometimes missed the times, she simply stayed put on her swing for hours happily drooling.

"BYE!"

She walked away from me and started to do make up on her doll's face. She hated work, it made her

daddy cranky.

My babies were my life. Their happiness meant the world to me and I loved them with everything that I

was.

These touches from Robbie were different. He was looking for comfort, my presence and without him

knowing, my love.

"When I say 'I love you', you know that I have no intention of leaving you, right?" I threw my tired

shaking legs over his hip and he cuddled closer.

"I know... but... I never had a good memory that followed that sentence until you and..." He sighed

before turning to my side and kissing my lips. "Are you sad?"

"Me? What for?"

"I know you love saying that... And I told you that I hate it... I cannot live without you and I cannot say

that to you or Lia."

I kissed him on his chest. "You call me 'love' all the times. How is that any different?"

He snorted. "That is all I could bring myself to do. It did not come easy, Angel. I had to because I

wanted you to know that you were 'it' for me and sometimes I felt I was not showing you enough, how

much you mean to me. I know that you want to hear that sentence and... I will try baby... Give me

time... I will..."

He was an Angel. More of an angel than I could ever be. He was willing to add something in his life

which was not only something uncomfortable but also painful and scary to him.

Robbie was not someone who got overly emotional. For him to burst out like that meant whatever the

impact he had in his childhood was too traumatic.

"No."

He frowned. "No, what?"

"I don't want that words from you. You give me everything my heart desires; even the things that I never

knew I wanted. I know how much I mean to you and I can feel it, Robbie... That is enough. If you think

love is what they put you through, you are right not to 'love' me. But, sadly that was not love. But, it is

okay babe... I have my whole life to teach you and show you what 'love' is. Then... then if you think you

feel the same, you can tell me. I am with you always. I am not going anywhere."

He hugged me tight and I knew I made my demon weak; no... Angel. All demons were angels once.

They were abused, treated wrong by the people they were supposed to be protected by. It was okay,

he had me now. I would protect him, love him, cherish him even after all the traces of his fear of

abandonment had left his scarred soul.

"They were right."

Hm? "Who?"

"The shitheads in the orphanage. They told me only an angel would want to be with me; that I needed

an angel to save my pathetic sad life but I have two now. Jokes on them."

He kissed me several times before falling asleep; so tired yet satisfied. I thought of his words on love.

No wonder he was scared of that word and hated it. But he had me. I was going to show him and teach

him that 'true love does not leave but waits'.

I kissed his palm which was on my neck. It was rough though he had stopped doing menial jobs a

decade ago. His hands held the proof of his rough childhood. He started working on construction site

as a labourer at an age of eight. His thick veins running along his hands were not from gym or boxing;

he carried real weights in his tiny hands for a meal.

My Robbie.

My eyes watered again.

Then the stupid love of my life told me that the decision to be an illegal child labourer was the best

decision in his life. And I was born during that time, so all his success came from me. He was an

adorable stupid dork.

His success came from him and only him. He turned his pain into building blocks of his life. He patiently

waited, saved whatever he could, tried very hard to learn new things and enrolled himself in school and

later in college with his hard earned money.

Made a man out of himself. A fucking billionaire!

My man.