A Night With My Ex

Chapter 6

Warning: Adult content! Scenes may not be suitable for younger readers. Read at your own risk.

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I calmly sat back in the sofa seat while Samantha ran towards Ace. He went to his office table and partly lean his back. Samantha keeps clinging to his arm like a slaughtered victim being saved.

"A-Ace, she s-slapped me!" Samantha fakely cried. 

I rolled my eyes and stared at them blankly. Ace equaled my emotionless face. His coat is hanging lazily on his right arm and both of his hands are in his pocket. 

"Samantha, I have an appointment today. Let's meet each other next time." Ace said but his eyes remained on me. Samantha was stunned for a second but she managed to throw a fit. 

"H-haven't you h-heard me, Ace? S-she slapped m-me!" Samantha pointed at me and even stomped her foot. "And why are you kicking me out?!" she hysterically added.

"I'll talk to her." Ace simply answered. 

"Talk?! Ace??? Talk?!"

We are still in a staring contest. None of us avoided our gazes at each other. This made Samantha angrier. However, before she can throw a fit again, Ace removed his eyes from me and darted them to her. He reached for her elbow and gently caressed it. 

"We'll meet later," he said in a soft voice. 

It made Samantha calmed down. She nods her head and kissed Ace on the cheek. Before she went out, she gives me a glare and raises an eyebrow at me. I only answered her with a mocking smile. 'At least I slapped you twice.'

When Samantha exited the room. I and Ace look at each other. His forehead furrowed upon looking at me. Opposite to how he talked to Samantha, his voice turned cold. 

"Mind explaining?" he folds his long sleeves up to his elbows. 

I tilted my head and shrug my shoulders. "She slapped me first. There are no such rules written in the contract that I can't slap back."

I saw a hint of him being amused by what I said but he shifted in an uninterested facade to hide it. The side of my lip rose. 'You are now the CEO of a multi-billionaire company but there's still the Ace that I knew way back in high school. I can still read in between your actions.' My smirk faded when he spoke.

"So, you agree with what is written in the contract?" He asked, making me snap back in reality and reminding me why I am here. I can't distinguish if the tone he is using is genuinely calm or he's just trying to stay calm after I hit her girlfriend.

He went to his swivel chair and sat.

"I haven't signed it yet." I picked the contract and continue reading where I stopped. Few paged left before I finished reading it. "I'm actually hesitating..." I said in a low voice. In my peripheral vision, I saw him shifted in his place.

I lift my head and faced him. "You got a girlfriend. Do you think she'll be okay with this set-up?" 

He looked at me. I can't fathom what he's thinking but I can sense the ghost of a smile on his lips. He raised a brow and smirked. "I don't have a girlfriend."

It is now my time to raise a brow, "So you're telling me that you don't have a girlfriend after you let Samantha kissed you?" The bitterness in my words was very evident. 

"I let you kissed me too. Are you my girlfriend?" I blinked thrice upon hearing his answer. My mind went blank for a second but I managed to compose myself quickly.

'F*cktard!' I commented in my head.

"Then, what is your relationship with her?" I asked shamelessly. Ace is not the type of guy who will hide his girlfriend. Especially someone like Samantha Yerin. 

"My relationship with others is none of your business," he coldly said. Once again, I can't throw any rebuttals. "If you sign that contract. Our relationship will be purely between employer and employee. Nothing more." he spat straightforwardly.

The sharpness of his words struck deep into my chest. But as usual, I maintained my fierce face.

"Good," I guess. 

Then what does he want me to do? Be his mistress? I just watch Samantha's exclusive interview last week on TV. She talked about wanting to get married next year. The interviewee didn't ask about who he wants to marry because everyone knew it is Athan Cedy Macneil!

I straightened my back and started piercing my eyes on the contract. I tried to read the words a couple of times but my brain is not cooperating. I cannot understand what I am reading. I sighed. This time, I tried to read the contract again. Fortunately, Ace stopped blabbering, which is helpful by the way.

"Will you sign or not? Stop wasting my time, Kiyanah," he said right after I closed the folder after finishing reading them.

"I want to add something under my rights. Is it possible?" I asked.

"Tell me what it is and I'll decide if it is possible."

"No taking of pictures and videos."

"Consider it done."

He typed something on his desktop computer. Moments after, he dialed a number on the telephone resting on his office table.

"Hello? Come to my office, now." Just when he put down the phone, a man with a great physique and protruding muscles entered the room. He is wearing black jeans and a black plain shirt. From his looks, I can clearly distinguish that he is Ace's bodyguard. The man is familiar too. Only that. I cannot remember where and when did I saw him.

"Give me a printed copy of the file." Ace ejected the small rectangular piece that was plugged into his computer. The man went directly out of the office after Ace handed him the flash drive.

When his bodyguard was already out of his office, Ace faced me.

"Why were you late?" he taps his finger on his desk, waiting for my answer.

"I already told you, I run some errands." I leaned my back on the sofa seat, trying to look comfortable and careless but the truth is, the thought that we are alone once again made my insides shiver. I am not sure if it is the fear of getting back into his life or the fact that I am not confident with the decision that I made. 

"If you signed the contract, you are not allowed to get late. I hate an unpunctual person."

"Comming from someone who was always late in his classes in high school--" I stopped mid-sentence. Where the f*ck did that come from? Why those words slip into my mouth?!

I saw him smirked. He leaned forward on his desk, placed his elbow on the table, and intertwined his fingers. "Do you really think I am the same guy you dated when you were in high school?"

No, Ace. It's a qualified 'No'! The Ace I knew always wears faded jeans and a plain white shirt, not a suit and tie. The Ace I knew always prioritizes my smiles and won't let me cry. He never let me feel degraded. Hence, even before we met today, that long Ace was long gone.

"You're still the same douchebag that I know. So I guess, yes...?" I answered, partly contrary to what I was thinking. My lips were quivering but I forced myself to smirk. Luckily, our distance won't let him see how I got affected by his mocking arguments.

The smirk on his face is still plastered but the humor was gone. I don't know if he's pissed since all I can see is his grinning face and emotionless eyes. 

The double door went open. The bodyguard that he ordered to print a file earlier-- which I think the new contract-- entered the room. He handed the folder to Ace. The bodyguard stands on the side of the double door as if he already memorized what he is supposed to do. 

Ace, with the folder in his hand, stands from his swivel chair and walks in my direction. He sits on the vacant sofa seat in front of me. He tossed the folder on the small center glass table in between us. With my fast reflex, I managed to stop the folder from sliding off completely of the table. 

I opened the folder. As expected, it is our contract. I scanned the pages and I saw that he added my request earlier. Ace placed his own copy of the contract on the table. He spread the pages and put the pen on top of it. He handed me an extra pen. I accepted it with shivering hands. When we look at each other, as expected, he noticed it. 

He raises a brow at me. "Ready to sign? You can still back out."

Without a second thought, I remove the cap of the pen and started signing the contract. Ace didn't say anything but I saw him signing the contract too.

After we finished signing the contract, Ace declared, "Jake is our witness." He eyed the bodyguard who is still firmly standing in his pose. He smiled at me and gave Ace a nod.

"You may now go, Jake," Ace continued. 

Jake obeyed. He bid his goodbye to us and left the room. 

"I already paid your father's debt," Ace said, breaking the silence that embraced us.

"Yeah, it was written in the contract," I answered in a 'duh' tone as I wave the folder in front of him. It is part of our agreement. He will pay for my father's debt and I will work under him for a year to pay it. I don't want to sound ungrateful but the bitterness that I feel keeps showing.

"You know what will happen if you breach the contract," he countered in a warning tone.

"It won't happen," I answered firmly. "That house is p-precious to me." I gulped. I don't want to talk nor to mention anything that includes my parents. I know I can't hold back my tears when talking about them, and I don't want Ace to see it.

"Good. Just to clarify things, you're still gonna work as a janitress in the evening. You will still receive your salary for that. But during the day, you're all mine."

"Aren't you busy during the day?" I asked. I thought my janitress hour would be the time that we will...

"I can make time for us... I always make time for those things," he smirked. I caught how his eyes roamed my body. I wonder how many girls has he bedded for years?

I am wearing black fitted jeans and topped with a button-down light blue blouse. I tilt my head as my hand went to the side of my neck to gently massage it. It is not necessary but I can't stand his stares that shamelessly display his burning desires!

"So... when will I start?" I slowly uttered and bravely look into his grinning face. 

I was alerted when he stands from his seat and went to me. Without a warning, he reaches for my nape, pulled me closer, and attacked my lips. I had a hard time catching my breath since his lips won't let go of mine. All his kisses and touch were never passionate. All are rough.

"Today... you'll start today," he whispered in between our kisses. 

My button-down blouse is now fully unbuttoned. He shifted his weight on mine, making me lay down on the long sofa seat. Ace is now on top of me. His hands are traveling all over my body. It stopped on the hook of my jeans. His kisses went under my ears and crawled to my jaw, down to the sides of my neck.

He expertly unhooked my jeans and pulled the zipper down. I sensually closed my eyes when I felt his hand cupped the thing in between my thighs. I harshly gasped when he swiftly runs his finger on my bare wetness. A moan of frustration escaped my lips when he removed his hand from my womanhood. 

"Excited?" He mocked. I blushed.

I screamed softly when he manages to lift me out of the sofa seat. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. Being embraced by his huge arms, I felt too small.

Our lips met and savored each other. His tongue explores every inch of my mouth while he walks towards his desk. He puts me down on his office table. My legs were spread apart as Ace filled the space in between. The sleeve of my blouse slid off to my elbow. We are kissing passionately when my hands moved on their own, making their way down to his hard bulk behind his trousers.

I stopped myself from smiling when I felt him grow harder in my palms. My hands unbutton his trousers and pulled the zipper down. I suddenly stopped kissing back when I felt how huge he is on my hand. I am no innocent. I know how massive his thing down there. We first did this when I was eighteen. And to tell you what, I cried so loud when he entered me the first time. I had a hard time walking comfortably the next day.

To touch him more, I jumped out of his desk. Since he's taller than me, he tilts down his head to meet my lips. My hand keeps stroking his manhood that is still hiding under his underwear. His hand went to my neck and subtly pushed me. 

"Kneel," he commanded. 

Even with my partly closed eyes, I submissively obeyed. When my knees kissed the marble floor, my hands automatically pulled out his hard and long shaft. 

I looked up at him and saw his dark expression. His fingers raked my hair. He holds them with one hand as his free hand guided his shaft in front of me.

"Open your mouth," he hoarsely demanded.

I did what he said. My tongue welcomed the tip of his manhood. It's been years since I last did this. I haven't done anything s****l with men other than him.

My mouth focused on the head of his manhood, sucking and moving my tongue. His hand guided my head to went deeper. And so I did. I move my head in an up and down motion. I do it as my hand followed my moves and stroking his shaft. 

With every stroke of my head and hand, our moves went deeper, rougher, and faster. I gagged as I felt him into my throat. I look up at him with teary eyes as I watch his head fall back from the sensation that I am giving. When he looked back at me, all I can see is flame.

"Ohh... Damn!" he cussed while his head is guiding me. 

His neck down to chest area turns red. With his shaft in my mouth, his eyes pierced darkly into me, watching me do the job for him. His jaw moved before holding the sides of my head with both hands. He firmly holds my head in place to stop me from moving. The next thing I know, I am already continuously gagging from the rough movements of his thrust in and out of my mouth.

He stopped for a second, letting me breathe. I used the time to catch my breath with half of his shaft still inside me. He then continues what he was doing. Whenever he goes deep into my throat, the tip of his head keeps touching my uvula.

I felt him grow hard. He pulled out his shaft in my mouth and started stroking it faster with his palm. With my teary eyes, I looked up at him. I am still catching my breath when I felt a hot liquid hitting on my face. 

Ace's released his shots on me. I blinked and tried to avoid my face from his loads but he firmly holds my chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing me to stay in place.

When satisfied, he let go of me. I still haven't composed myself from what happened when a few seconds after, his telephone rang. He zipped up his trousers and turn his back on me, leaving me on the floor--kneeling. 

I gulped hardly the lump forming in my throat. I bit my lower lips as I am struggling to keep my tears at bay and not letting them fall. 

He went to his swivel chair and sat as he reaches for the phone. He picked up the call while his eye bore into me-- like an object he's done using and doesn't know how to dispose of. 

"Yes?" he answered the call. "Tell her I'll be there in a minute."

He ended the call. I saw him reach for the tissue that was resting on his desk. With the pack of tissue in his left hand and a phone in the other, he stands in his seat and walks to me. He handed to me the tissue with his eyes glued in his phone. He wasn't even looking in my direction-- as if I didn't matter.

I stand from the floor. With my shaking hands, I received the tissue from his hand. I barely even touch it when he immediately turns his back at me. Fortunately, my fingers had a grasp on the box of tissue that didn't fell on the floor.

I fixed myself. I buttoned my blouse and zipped my jeans. Unexpectedly, a tear escaped my eye. Luckily, he's looking in the opposite direction, still on his phone. I quickly wiped it away with the hot liquid that Ace's loaded on my face.

"I'll call Jake to drive you home," he suddenly said. He was already done with his call and is now facing me.

So that's it? After he's done with me... I forcibly gulped the lump in my throat that is slowly forming again.

"I-I can go h-home by m-myself," I whispered as I force myself to speak.

He didn't listen to me instead, he dialed a number on the telephone. "Tell Jake to get in," he commanded on the other line.

Just as he put down the telephone, the double door opened and Jake entered the room. 

"Drive her home. I have to go somewhere." Jake nods his head. I was about to argue but he is too busy on his phone. 

We are already in the underground parking of the company. Jake already went to where the car is being parked. While waiting, I attempt to talk to Ace.

"Ace, I can just take a cab--" His phone rang.

Ace accepted the call and slightly turn his back on me. "Hello?" he walks away to have a private talk with whoever is at the end of the line.

I bit my lower lip while trying to not let the warm liquid fall from my eyes. Just when Jake parked the black SUV in front of us, I blinked the unshed tears away.

Ace is already done with his calls when Jake stepped out of the vehicle and opened the door for me. 

I stayed in my place, not wanting to get in. However, Ace opened it wider. 

"Get in."

"I can book a taxi," I argued.

"Haven't you read the contract properly? Your safety is my responsibility."

My heart felt a bit grateful for what I heard but the heaviness of what I experienced with him earlier is dominating my whole system. In order for us not to argue more, I went inside his vehicle. 

Before he closes the door, he tossed money on my lap. "That's for your service today." 

My mouth parted but I was too stunned to say anything. Those were the last words from him before he completely shuts the door between us. He didn't wait for the SUV to drive away. He urgently turns his back and went to his car parking on the side.

'I'm not gonna cry.'

'I'm not gonna cry.'

'I'm not gonna cry.'

I murmured to myself. I haven't notice that the bills he tossed at me were being crumpled by my tight grip. 

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Unedited. Expect typos and grammatical errors.

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A Night With My Ex

by: Joanne Cristel

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