CHAPTER 11
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Sofia's POV :
The last thing I remember was falling asleep in the car. How did I get up here?
I sat up and looked around. This wasn't my room. There were clothes all over the floor. I glanced at the beside table, to see a picture of Ace and two people I hadn't met.
So this was Ace's room. I still had my clothes on, thankfully. I stumbled out of bed and into his bathroom. What time was it?
I looked at the phone on the counter in the bathroom. 3 am. I wondered if Ace was roaming around since this hour belong to him apparently.
I went to open the door to leave, only to be greeted by the same blonde-haired girl from the other night. She was inches away from me.
"Who are you?" She scowled at me.
"I can tell you I'm not Ace's whore." I shrugged. "Why were you in Ace's room then?" She hissed at me. I gave her a disgusted look as I walked down the hallway but she followed me.
"Honestly I don't know," I responded to her as i walked down the hall, peaking into the rooms.
"Did you guys have s*x?" She snarled viscously. I froze and turned around to her before erupting into laughter.
"Me and him," I gasped for air as I tried to collect myself. "That's never going to happen."
"Why not?" Her mood suddenly changed.
"Because he's Ace. He's violent, cruel, and emotionless." I added slowly, as I found myself wondering if I believed anything I was saying about him.
"Ace is amazing." She scowled at me. I rolled my eyes.
"You're so annoying, no wonder why he only f***s you." I admitted to her.
Suddenly, I felt a sting on my cheek. She had slapped me, the b***h actually had the courage to slap me. "See, there's a difference between me and you, you're not apart of the mafia and I'm not desperate." I seethed through my teeth. Her eyes widened as she realized what I said. She attempted to hit me again, but this time, my fist collided with her jaw, not even seconds after. She stumbled back as I threw an uppercut, breaking her nose. She'd want to pray that she didn't reopen the cut on my lip.
Blood spewed from her nose as she screamed. I winced as one of my knuckles stung with pain.
Ace came running out of one of the millions of guest rooms. He stared at Fiona on the ground, with tears streaming down her face. I stared at him, waiting for him to say something, but he never did.
"She slapped me." I shrugged casually, staring at Fiona who was cradling herself on the ground. Perhaps she thought he would help her, a damsel in distress.
Ace gave me an unhappy look. He pulled out his phone.
"Terry, come get Fiona, she's on the ground with a broken nose." Ace rolled his eyes as he hung up his phone. He didn't help her, he was no saviour.
He shook his head at me as he walked down the hall, unbuttoning his shirt with every step.
"You, follow," Ace demanded. "Why couldn't you of done that to your father?"
I instantly cowered at the thought.
"No," I muttered quietly as I followed him, not giving him any explanation. I couldn't explain why I let him hit me, and never dared to fought back. Or why I had the courage to fight other people and not him.
We reached the last room in the hall.
"This is my office, if I'm not in my room, I'll be here," He told me as he threw his shirt on the couch in the corner. My breathing hitched as he turned around, once again revealing his muscles.
"Why did you need me?" His husky voice asked.
The song at the top of the chapter is the song they are dancing to if you want to play it
"I wanted to know how I ended up in your room?" I asked him as I took a seat in his chair that was behind his table. He frowned his eyebrows, watching me, as I crossed my legs.
"I got one of my guys to bring you up." Ace rolled his eyes as he stood infront me.
"Okay" I replied happily, continuing to sit in his chair. I wasn't moving.
"Come on," He blurted with a soft tone in his voice.
"What?" I smirked at him playfully.
"I need to practice my dancing for next week," he mumbled as he turned on some music. He stood in the centre of the dimly lit room. The only thing making him visible was the fire burning in the fireplace.
"Would you like to dance with the devil?" He asked as he held his hand out. I stared at him, contemplating in my mind. It's not like I had much to lose.
"Okay." I nodded hesitantly, standing to my feet.
I walked around the desk and towards Ace.
His hair silky smooth, his jawline sharp, his lips perfect, not to mention his perfectly toned body. He only had his suit trousers on with a belt holding them up, but it wasn't doing a very good job since I could see the waistband of his underwear showing.
He took my hand. His touch making butterflies dance within my stomach. I've craved his touch forever and never even knew it. He held our hands out as he placed a hand on my waist. I wrapped my free arm around his neck. He held onto me tightly, his breathing slow. I listened to the crackling of the fire as we slowly danced.
Our eyes met and I could've sworn I saw a twinge of happiness. He looked...happy. He didn't have a smile to show it but I could see it in his eyes. The way he stared at me now, I hadn't seen that look from anyone.
There was no longer the burning flames in his eyes but a sparkle of happiness, maybe even a glimmer of hope.
I smiled as I looked at him.
"You're a good dancer," I whispered as I didn't dare to meet his eye.
"You don't even know." He twirled me around, bringing me back into his arms. I tried to fight off the smile on my lips but it was no use. He pulled me closer to him, our bodies so close. His eyes met mine as we swayed to the music. My heart pounded in my chest and I wondered if he could hear it.
Our lips were inches apart.
He leaned in slowly.
"Ace, your father- oh s**t," a guy interrupted us. Ace and I pulled away from each-other instantly. f**k, this was awkward.
Ace cleared his throat.
"What did my father want, Dante?" Ace asked with a sliver of frustration in his voice.
"He asked to see you," Dante replied quickly.
"f**k sake," Ace growled as he walked out, clearly not hiding his anger. I stared at Dante.
"I'm Sofia," I introduced myself.
"I'm Dante." He smiled.
"Sorry for um ..... interrupting," Dante apologised, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke.
"It's fine," I muttered, walking out of Ace's office. "We were just practicing how to dance."
I reached my room and shut the door, making sure to lock it. I let out a sigh. I'm not sure if it was a sigh of relief or disappointment.
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