The Trap Of Ace

understanding each other, even not there yet if saying frankly. Even if Warner wasn’t the issue, wouldn’t

it be too soon to go out with him? Everything was going so fast between us that it overwhelmed me.

“Now where did Warner come from? I thought he already knew of you and Ace,” she squeaked.

I didn’t know what problem she had with Warner. She just hated the idea of him being between me and

Ace.

“He has an idea about us, but we still didn’t have an official break-up. So, technically, he is still my

boyfriend,” I explained. “And I can’t just go on a date with someone else while still being in a relationship

with another.”

“F**k this s**t! This ain’t a relationship! You don’t love him and he knows it, end of story. Don’t spoil your

real opportunities for the fake ones!” she snapped.

“Casie,” I cautioned. “Though I wasn’t ever really in the relationship, our friendship was real. And I

already did wrong enough to him by letting Ace close to me. I can’t do more. I can’t start something new

keeping the former hanging.”

“So where the h**l is he? He was supposed to come here and talk to you, right? When is he coming?”

I set the mug down and rubbed my neck in frustration. “I don’t know. He’s still mad at me. All he told me

was he’d be here soon. That’s it. We hadn’t had any contact since that day.”

I didn’t even know where he was. He wasn’t receiving my calls or responding to any messages. I even

called his cousin but even he’d no idea when he was coming to California.

“Then what are you gonna do now?” she asked.

I shrugged, sighing. “I don’t know.”

“You can’t just ignore Achilles for long, you know that, right? You’ll have to face him today or tomorrow.

He’s not gonna wait for your answer that long. Knowing his obsession with you, you should be lucky that

he isn’t already knocking your doors down to get a yes out of you.”

A giggle bubbled up my throat as I shook my head. I definitely felt relieved of the fact that he didn’t do

any such thing.

My eyes fell on the fresh flowers in the kitchen vase that arrived for me this morning, just like everyday.

Even when he must be mad that I was ignoring him, he didn’t forget to send those red roses for me. At

first Mom and Dad were curious about those flowers, but now they kinda got used to it.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later.” I glanced at the watch. “I guess, I can’t be anymore late today. Gotta go to

the office now.”

“Alright, I’ll let you go now! But don’t forget to keep me updated.”

“I won’t.”

***

The first thing I did arriving at the office, was to ask the watchman if Ace was present in the office. And

I’d to curse my luck knowing that he’d arrived at the building more early than his usual time. And already

one of the unlucky employees got fired due to his extremely sour mood.

I was certain that I was the reason behind his ill temperament.

Gulping the nervousness down, I kept my chin high and walked inside the building.

I just hoped I wouldn’t have to face him today.

But as soon as I wished that, the elevator’s doors slid open and he walked out of it. Running behind him

were some black suited men, busy in explaining something so desperately.

The tight set of jaws and a day’s old stubble announced his mood. Anyone with a sane conscience

wouldn’t want to cross his path today.

With widened eyes, I turned around and ran to the staircase before he could notice me.

Climbing up the stairs was a good exercise anyway.

But of course, my legs didn’t let me listen to my mind and took the elevator to the fifth floor.

Once I was at my destination, for the first time, I pushed the thought of him at the back of my mind. I had

something else important to do.

I went to look for Sierra.

Even in between so many things, her exhausted pale face didn’t manage to slip my head. Nor did

Arthur’s mocking smirk that he threw me as a challenge. Even though I could be wrong, I could feel it in

my guts that something wrong was going on. And I needed to find it out.

But again, I didn’t find her at the office. Matt being the closest friend of her after Liza in the office, I asked

him her whereabouts. But even he didn’t know much about her, except her not being herself for the past

few weeks.

“What do you mean by not being herself?” I asked him, outside of his current cabin.

He shrugged. “I don’t know exactly. But her always bubbly personality was gone, as if something was

really troubling her.”

“Didn’t you ask her what was it?” My brows furrowed. I’d this doubt that whatever it was, Arthur had

something to do with it.

“I did. But she didn’t tell me anything, Em. She can be really secretive when it comes to her personal

life,” he replied, seeming in wonder himself. “Anyway, why do you ask?”

“Uh, nothing. I didn’t see her for some days at the office. I heard she is sick. So I thought to ask you as

you’re quite close to her,” I lied.

I couldn’t tell him my doubts. Because Arthur was a very reputable man in the office. I couldn’t just bluff

anything without a solid proof. Even I didn’t have any. It was just my intuition that he wasn’t a person to

be put trust on.

He nodded. “Yeah, due to ill health, she took a few days off. But don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll get better

soon. I’ll let you know if I get to hear anything from her.”

I smiled. “Please do. Anyways, I’ll see you later. Gotta some work to do.”

Again nodding his head, he went inside his cabin and I was left to wander around the hallways. My head

swirled with Matt’s words.

I did try to call her last night, but she didn’t receive her phone. She even ignored my messages and

emails. It wouldn’t bother me this much if I didn’t see her with Arthur. And seeing tears in her eyes at

both times I found her around him, didn’t sit well with me.

She looked, scared.

What was going on?

I let out a breath. I wished she would tell me.

Shaking my head, as I pushed the door of my cabin open and padded inside, a gasp slipped through my

lips. My eyes widened in fraction.

I was running away from the devil, and here he was waiting for me in my own cave.

With one hand in his pocket, he stood before my desk, touching a picture of me and Tobias. Putting the

frame in its previous place, he turned around. Dark stormy grey eyes fell on me.

“W-what are you doing here?”

His head tilted to the side. “Did you really think you could escape me for that long? In my own office?”

I gulped.

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