Touching The Heart Of Ace (SAMPLE)

"When mama asks, you will say it just the way I told you, Robbie, okay?" I nervously yanked on his hand.

"I don't think that is a good idea, Ace..."

"Please... Please..." I blinked at him adorably. "If you say so, mama will let me go... It is a big deal; last time I could not go. Please please... I won't ask for anything else and you can have anything you want in return."

He pulled me closer and I almost smack myself to his chest. "I can take anything of yours in return?"

"Yes." Why was he so handsome? His words were teasing but his eyes were not. He was a billionaire. What could he want? "But what could I possibly have that you don't, Robert Brantley?" I giggled feeling so shy.

"Something."

"Well, you could have it... if..." I wiggled my forefinger in front of his face; he groaned before trapping it in his fist and I jumped on my soles. "... if mom let me go to this concert. He is coming from Russia, and he is so... so... divine. Well, not him but his music..."

He growled. "I don't want to hear you praising that idiot."

"He is not an idiot and you will also praise him if you hear his compositions. So will you do it? I will come back before midnight. I promise, Robbie... please please please."

He wiped his face. "You are trouble. And you are dragging me in trouble too. Madam will practise her shooting skills on my chest for this. You know that, right?"

I pouted right on his face and he twisted his face away grinding his teeth.

Gotcha!

"Fine! I will do it. But..."

"Yaaay!!! You are so awesome Robbie..."

"But... listen to me, you trouble, but..."

I ran to mom's home office. Robbie agreed to do it.

Alan Kuznetzov, here I come, the living legend.

Robbie was so awesome and he was so amazing and he was so handsome and he was s...

"Ooof."

"Stop running, you little..." Strong hands lifted me off the ground and dragged me to the nearby apple tree. "I am already regretting it."

"Robbie!!!" I squeaked. "I... you promised and I told Alan in my mind that I was coming for him and... I have to go now... Robb... "

"SHH!" I gulped at his angry face, tinted with something else. It made me scared of him and maybe maybe... something else too. "Sh..." He pressed his index finger on my lips to shut me up and his eyes drop to my lips.

Then his eyes warmed and I blushed; why? I had no idea. His face was close, too close that I felt his warm breath on mine. He was panting and he gulped before closing his mouth. He had very thin lips, but they looked so wet and... were they warm? They should be. Robbie was so warm always. But he said I was warmer.

I had asked him why he was always warm and he said, that was because he crawled up from hell.

I believed him now. His eyes promised something. Something demonic and painful, I figured. And I wanted to find what that was. Was that the heat of hell that made his eyes liquid?

His iris were steels.

Molten steels.

Would I burn? Or would it be warm like him and his body, that trapped me to this tree.

Why were we hiding behind the tree again?

"Hey..." He whispered and it brought me back to the present.