Chapter 30: Chapter 30

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Heather's POV:

I went to my office and sat down to think of what had just happened. Oh gosh, I felt so embarrassed. Why the hell was I trying to run away from him?? He too noticed apparently and that's surely what got him amused.

I laughed alone, thinking of how ridiculous I'd acted. He'd clearly wanted to laugh at me from the start. Gosh! I would even be more shy around him now.

The best part of it all was that I'd discovered that he seemed to be someone nice. Not as sawyert had described him the first time. He was kinda playful. Maybe I was wrong to be afraid of him and avoid him. I would try to be more polite towards him than sceptical. But that would be hard because I was always going red and nervous around him. I didn't know why. Maybe that was why I'd avoided him in the first place. Because he made me nervous. For nothing.

I shook my head and started to concentrate on the work I had to do.

Christina's POV:

I sat down the whole morning in my office. It was already ten o'clock but surprisingly, Ace hadn't come to greet me. He was quite odd. It was clear that he liked me and didn't know how to approach me because I was older than him and also his boss. Maybe he was just nervous. I could give him a little help by taking the first steps.

I picked my office phone and called his office.

"Yes, hello. Ace, I want you to come over now. Yes– okay. "

I hung up and waited. Knowing he was on his way, I unbuttoned a few more buttons on my blouse, exposing a clear attractive cleavage. I'd always been big breasted for a white woman, and trust me, it attracted a lot of men. Especially the young ones.

I pretended to write something important down.

A few minutes later, a knock was heard and he came in. I didn't look up, pretending to be busy.

"Good morning, Christina." he said in his smooth voice as he took a seat.

I looked up at him and smiled.

He smirked.

"How are you?" I asked, adjusting in my chair and making my cleavage evident. He noticed but quickly withdrew his gaze. Sneaky little boy.

"I'm fine. And you?" he asked causally.

"You didn't come to greet me this morning like you always do."

He looked at me.

"I'm sorry." he said with a smile.

"Well, that isn't enough." I stood up from my seat and came over to lean against my table, close to him. He looked at me from head to toe in a slow manner that gave me the chills.

"I will have to punish you." I teased with a slight bite of my lower lip.

"How can I make it up to you?" he asked and I smiled.

"I'll think about it and let you know what you can do." I looked down at his trousers and noticed his dick print. I could clearly see a bulge. An idea came to my mind, "Do you want to drink some water?" I asked politely.

"Uh, yes."

I smiled and made my way to the filter at the corner of my office. I filled a glass with water and made my way back to him.

"Here." I handed it out to him.

"Thanks."

When he reached to take it, I pretended to mistakenly pour some water on his trousers, right on the zip area.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, surprised. I quickly grabbed my handkerchief and pretended to help him wipe it off.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed cleaning or rather, rubbing the water off his trousers.  I felt him quite well and hard against my palm and at a point I was tempted to squeeze.

"What the–!" he exclaimed, jumping out of his seat in surprise. He stared at me dumbfounded. I looked at him innocently.

"I'm sorry for pouring water on you. Let me clean it off completely!"

Ace's POV:

It was by total miracle and self control that I didn't slap Christina hard in face. Damn, I felt my hands roll into tight fists. I tried hard to control myself. If I slapped or did anything to her, I would destroy all I'd began. I took a deep breath and controlled myself.

She tried to 'help me clean it off completely' but I stepped back, trying not to frown at her and trying to look unaffected.

"No, no, it's okay, boss. It wasn't your fault." I said, forcing a real smile.

She smiled back.

That almost sent me over the edge again. She'd just found a pretext to touch me intimately and now she was smiling? I tried not to explode but maintained my smile.

"Thanks." she said.

"No, problem. Let me leave now."

"Okay." she smirked and returned to her seat while I left her office for mine in hidden rage and anger.

Christina's POV:

I was happy with myself. My little seductive work had worked. I wanted to give a sign that I wanted him and that he could freely get me.

Of course he knew that I had poured the glass of water intentionally. He'd clearly felt me rub him slightly. Yet, he didn't get angry. He pretended it was a mistake with a smile on his face.

I bit my lip just at the feel of him. I promised to myself that the next time, I would grab him fully in my hand and there would be nothing he would do.

Once I set my eyes on someone, I never give up until you give me what I want.

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Heather's POV:

The next day was a Saturday. There was no work. I decided to get back to my natural hair color. I'd recently added a bit of blonde to my hair. My real hair color was similar to that of Sawyer but a little lighter than hers.

After a visit to the spa with Shirley and some hanging out, we decided to go get our hair done.

"Now you're fully a brunette." Shirley said as we left the saloon.

"Yeah."

"You seem odd to me now. I've always been used to you having that dirty blonde color."

"Well, you'll have to get used to it now." I said entering my car. She joined me in.

"So?" Shirley asked.

"So what?"

"Where are we going?"

"Uh, home?"

"It's only four PM!"

"And? Shirley, we did everything we were supposed to do. Shopping, spa and the saloon."

She pouted like a stubborn kid.

"Then sleep over at my place! Please. This whole month you spent with me made me very fond of you. And plus, I can't sleep at your place because of that bitch."

I rolled my eyes. I'd told Shirley to stop calling Sawyer a bitch but she wouldn't. Anyway, I understood her. They didn't like each other.

"I won't be able to, Shirley. I want to pass this following week with my family."

"Why? What's so special about the week??"

I looked at her and smiled.

"I'll be moving into my own apartment Friday night."

Her eyes widened.

"You serious?"

"Yup. And you can come sleep over as much as you want. That's the reason I want to spend this whole week with them. So that by Friday morning, I'll simply tell them, bye."

"They'll be shocked! Won't your mother be angry?"

"I'm twenty two and I'm a young, independent woman. They'll have to deal with it."

"Right. Gosh, when will you start packing in?"

I smiled at her.

"Honey, it's been months now that I bought that apartment. It's the type that comes with every furniture needed. I just have to pack in with my clothes, personal stuff and a little other necessary things."

"Oh, Sawyer would go crazy." Shirley laughed.

"I would go crazy if I remain in that house that isn't rightfully ours. I swear, sometimes I feel like uncle Paul's ghost is roaming around or– or even that of Sheridan."

Shirley gave me a look.

"What? Heather, I thought you believed that Sheridan was still somewhere out there. Alive."

"Honestly," I said in a low voice as I started the car, "...my mother and Sawyer have succeeded in making me believe his dead."

"And you believe them just like that??" she asked shocked.

It hurt to admit it but I'd finally believed them.

"What do you want me to do? Sheridan disappeared into those woods and apparently never came out. Trust me, if he were back or alive, he would let me know. He'd promised."

"Heather, anything can still happen."

"Maybe. But until then, I have to accept that he's gone."

Shirley was silent as we drove off. And she remained until I dropped her off at her place.

On my way back home, I thought of all I'd told her. Tears filled my eyes. I had to get over it and close that horrible chapter of my childhood.

Ace's POV:

I'd noticed that the house uncle Victor had left me with had a very very big garden and backyard. It was beautiful. It was big enough to go horse riding. I had a sudden feeling of nostalgia. It'd been long I'd not rode a horse. Something I loved to do. I couldn't buy one here in los Angeles though. I wanted to have at least one pet. A white dog would be perfect. I'd call it strike, just like the white horse I had when I was a kid. I was sure Christina had sold him off. That caused a lump in my throat.

I then decided to buy a white dog.

Sunday morning, I adopted one.

That night, I thought and thought of my plan. Was I doing everything the right way? What if Sawyer insisted on coming to my house? I couldn't bring her there. She would get suspicious of me when she would discover that a young employee like me lived in a mansion as big as the one they lived in, and plus, all alone.

And I too didn't really appreciate living all alone. I had an idea. I picked up the phone and called Keith.

"Hello?"

"Hey, hello Keith, watup?"

"I'm chill, man. How's it going?"

"I'm aight for the moment. I wanted to ask you something."

"Go 'head."

"That super chic building of yours, are there any more free apartments as big as yours?"

"Why you wanna rent one??" he asked, excitement in his voice.

"Yeah. Living alone in this big house kinda sucks."

"I hear ya. I'd creep out if I lived there alone. It's the type of place nice to stay in when you got family or company."

"I know. It might be useful to me when I get married or something. For the moment I need an apartment. Tell me how apartments are over there."

"Super. They have big living rooms with huge glass windows that show a great view of the city, especially at night. There are medium sized and modern kitchens that come with everything, nice bedrooms with Californian king beds, and each apartment has three toilets. They come with TV and cable."

Wow.

"Woah! All that?"

"Yeah, but you gotta have some money on ya for this."

"Am I poor?" I joked and we both laughed.

"If I can rent this out, you can too. Just come with all your clothes, bedsheets, kitchen utensils and personal stuff. Done."

"I'm on it. Call the owner and tell him about me. He should reserve an apartment for me."

"Okay. I'll call you later and let you know."

"Okay."

About an hour later, Keith called me.

"Yup?"

"Guess what, fuckboy."

"What?"

"There's a free apartment just close to mine. We're gonna be neighbours dude. Owner said you can come over tomorrow to see if you like the apartment or not."

"Okay. I'll come with the money at once to pay, so that by the next weekend, I'll be parking in."

"I'll be waiting for ya. Dude, it's gonna be parties all night."

I chuckled.

"You bet, fuck boy."