C10
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Ace's POV:
A few minutes passed.
We sat in the car, and silence filled the air. I could tell she was upset. I'm not good with emotions, but I can tell when people are hurt, mainly because I'm the one usually hurting them. She was trying so hard to be strong. I hate to see people cry; it disgusts me almost purely because of how weak they are.
But when I saw a tear fall from her cheek, I didn't think she was weak. I don't know why, but I just wanted to make her pain go away.
"Are you okay?" the words escaped my lips before I could even think about it. I saw her lip quiver as she shook her head, looking out the window. I felt a heaviness in my chest as I watched her struggle not to cry. I didn't like feeling this way.
A sigh escaped my lips as I looked at her. "Maybe this was a bad idea," I muttered quietly as I rubbed my forehead stressfully. Sofia nodded, agreeing.
"Did your brothers just ignore him abusing you?" I finally asked. She stayed silent until she finally worked up the courage to answer. "He abused all of us. I didn't know it was abuse until high school; I thought it was normal to get beaten for the little things. It's how he raised all of us," she responded, hesitant to open up.
"They're p*****s," I snapped angrily, earning a dirty look from Sofia. "Don't look at me like that," I growled at her, putting her in her place. I needed to calm down. I was still very worked up from a few minutes ago. "I may be a bad man, and I may do terrible things, but I would never let anyone hit you. Do you understand?" I demanded an answer. "They're p*****s, all of them."
My attention turned to the broken handle on the car. Then I heard sobbing. I looked back to see Sofia. She wasn't able to keep it together anymore. Partly my fault.
It was also very uncomfortable watching her cry. I didn't know what to do. "I just want to sleep," she whimpered as she wiped her tears away. It's weird; I don't sleep, and she loves to sleep. She sleeps to avoid her problems; I stay awake to fix mine. We're complete opposites.
"You can sleep," I suggested, shrugging. I watched her lean against the window as she shut her eyes. Eventually, she had fallen asleep. I was scrolling through my phone, responding to emails when Sofia changed positions and decided to lie on my lap. I tensed up immediately. The only time someone is this close to me is... never mind, I guess I can make an exception just this once.
I got distracted from my emails watching Sofia sleep. Her tear-stained cheeks finally dry. I slowly ran the back of my fingers along the tear stains on her cheeks, wanting to make all of her pain disappear with a touch. But I knew it wasn't that simple. I stroked the loose strands of hair behind her ear. She was beautiful. I hate to admit it. I'd rather have an ugly wife; at least I wouldn't want to marry her. I snapped out of the trance and went back to my business.
I looked back down at Sofia just to see the discomfort on her face as she slept. She must've been having a nightmare. She frowned her eyebrows as she looked for something to grab. For some reason, I held out my hand for her to grab, and she did, the discomfort instantly fading from her face. She had a peaceful look on her face. I stared at our hands. They fit together perfectly.
I need to stop thinking about this girl. I can't let myself love anything. I called Fiona, one of my acquaintances. My mom hates me calling them 'acquaintances.' I have to pay her every time she comes over. And she still comes over even though she knows I'm engaged?
"I'll be home in 10, be over at my place in 20, or else I'll kill you," I growled into the phone. "Of course, Mr. Hernandez," she responded, trying to be kinky. "If you ever whisper like that again, I will break your jaw," I snarled angrily as I stared out the window. "I'm sorry," she squealed into the phone. I hung up.
I rolled my eyes. It's hard dealing with her. My attention was once again broken by Sofia. She held my hand as she stirred around on my lap. "f**k," I sharply inhaled, shutting my eyes. All I could think was to try not to get an erection. I breathed out heavily as she stopped moving. Only for her to move her hand, directly above my growing erection. I hissed as I tried to calm down.
There's no way I'm getting hard at the thought... I looked down. s**t.
It was an agonizing 10-minute drive home, and I could finally get out of the car.
I stepped out as I adjusted myself. "Yooo Ace, would you like me to carry her up to her room?" Kaylo asked, appearing out of thin air. "No, I'll do it myself," I scowled at him. "Awh, come on
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