The Last Laugh

Chapter 48

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Ace's POV:

I escorted Sawyer to the door and opened it for her.

"Goodbye, Sawyer. See you Monday."

I kissed her cheek.

"Bye. Thanks for the memorable night."

"No, thank you," I smiled, "And so, am I sure, concerning your vote?"

"You can trust me," she smirked and walked down the corridor to the elevator. I closed my door.

"Yes!" I whispered aloud, "Ace, you the man!"

I made a little dance and then went towards the mini bar to get myself a drink.

***

Monday did reach. The second week.

I left my office for breakfast. As usual, I bought some for Heather too.

I made my way to her office. I reached her door and knocked.

"Come in," I heard her say and then I walked in.

"Good morning, boss," I said with a smile and dropped the stuff on her table.

"Good morning, Ace. Thank you so much, you're a darling."

I smiled but then noticed something different. Her eyes. She'd put green eye contacts.

"Why do you have eye contacts on?"

"Oh, was just trying them on. I have to wear them for a photoshoot this afternoon."

I sat down.

"For a perfume?"

"No, for a summer collection of bikinis."

I raised my brows.

"Oh, That's nice."

She smiled and shook her head, her face reddening.

"Still so innocent," I said a little dreamily, lost in her beauty. She looked at me and I adjusted.

"You still call me innocent?"

"Sorry. The thing is, you're too cute. You've got that innocent, pretty face and– I don't understand how

you turned out to be a model. You're quite timid,"

She was so beautiful and shy. How did she do it? How was my shy Heather, comfortable and posing in

bikinis, in front of cameras.

"Ace, in front of a camera, I change. I'm a whole different person. Not shy but bold, not cute but hot?"

she giggled.

I swallowed just by listening to what she was saying. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"And why only in front of a camera?" I asked.

"You– You don't know me," she said shyly.

"I wish I did. So you would prove me wrong about you being all innocent."

"I am innocent, in some sort of way. Well, I'm a moral person if I may say but– but I got my bad

moments too. Like anyone else, but only when necessary."

I smiled and decided to tease her further.

"I'm sorry boss," I stood up, "I find it hard to believe you."

She stared at me and smiled back. My gaze dropped to her beautiful lips and for a moment, I felt like

shouting:

"I'm Sheridan Wesley! I'm back for you! Kiss me before I lose my damn mind!"

But instead, I cleared my throat.

"Fine, Ace. As you want."

"Have a good time at the photoshoot, " I added and then left her office.

*

That afternoon, after Heather had left for her photoshoot, I went to meet Christina.

I entered her office with a prayer in my mind. I hoped she wouldn't ask for the same thing as her

daughter.

"Hey," I smiled on entering.

"Hey, handsome. Lock the door behind you."

I was finished.

I locked the door and went over to seat down.

"How are you today, Christina?" I asked.

"Frustrated. Since the last time you kissed me."

Oh no.

"Why?"

"Cuz you haven't kissed me again."

"Learn to ask," I stated clearly. It hurt to say it but I had promised to myself that I'd do everything except

sex.

She smirked and stood up.

No.

Christina's POV:

I walked up to him.

I pulled my skirt up to my thighs and straddled his thighs so I was sitting on him. I then wrapped my

arms around his neck.

"Fine, Ace. Please, kiss me," I loved authoritative men. Men who imposed their own rules and were not

submissive. They were the sexiest.

He smirked at me. So irresistible. I held his face in my hands and softly placed my lips on his. I began

to kiss him. He didn't kiss me back but was just immobile. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked, "Please, kiss me back,"

I held his face again and kissed him. This time he kissed me back.

I melted. I loved this!

Once again, we were caught up in a raw and rough passionate kiss.

We kissed continuously and I got even more horny. My whole body was heating up and I began to lose

it.

I moaned into his mouth, kissing him as if my life depended on him.

I caressed him and he caressed me in return. I was loving him and was wanting to give my whole self

to him.

I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, not breaking the kiss. It was now or never.

I kissed him again and again.

I even began unbuttoning his shirt but he broke the kiss and stopped me.

"What are you doing?"

"I want you to make fuck me. Right now."

"What? No."

"Why???"

"Christina, I know about you. You've had many young men in your bed that follow you around like dogs,

worshipping you. I'm not like that."

"But Ace, I–"

"I really want to fuck you, on your table, here in your office and right now. But I can't."

"Why??" I asked, a lump in my throat.

"I have to get that post first."

I caressed his face.

"Trust me, baby. You already have that post."

He smiled at me. I smiled back and we resumed our kissing session.

"Please," I kissed him, "If you won't make love to me now..." I went on, "Let me feel you."

"No Christina," he managed to say through the kiss.

"Why??" I broke the kiss, angrily.

"Not today, baby. Everything has a time." he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close,

"Don't get angry. Just be patient."

He began to kiss my neck. I moaned and melted in his arms. I held his face and began to kiss him

again when all of a sudden, he puked and broke the kiss.

"What's wrong??" I asked, panicked.

He became agitated, a hand over his mouth. He wanted to throw up?? Oh no.

I quickly got off him and he headed for the toilets.

I felt so embarrassed. Was it my fault? Was it?? I hoped not.

Two minutes later, he returned.

"You– you threw up?" I asked, embarrassed.

He looked at me.

"Yeah."

Oh god!

"Be– because of me??"

"No, no," he came over and kissed my forehead, "I ate something not fresh this morning. Don't feel

horrible, boss. It has nothing to do with you."

Phew!

"Okay. I– I guess you wanna leave now."

"Yes. Got a lotta work to do. Catch you later," he kissed my forehead again and left the office. I felt

awful.

*

Ace's POV:

Luckily, Christina had believed my excuse for having thrown up. I just could not have held it back.

That night, I was about to sleep when my phone biped an text from Heather. I opened it.

'Still so innocent? Or cute?

Give me an answer, Ace.'

DAMN.

My mouth was as wide as my eyes.

Heather had just sent me one of her photoshoot photos, leaving my mouth dry.

What was I missing? Everything!

I looked at that picture and I could swear I felt my member stir in my pants.

Heather!

Heather!

Heather!

Why did you send me this?

I felt frustrated on the spot. I felt weak. I couldn't believe my eyes.

I was speechless.

The only reply I gave her was:

':-x'

'Speechless now, huh? Is the picture enough proof, Ace?'

'You're so beautiful. I can't even explain what I feel right now. I take back what I said. I'm sorry...'

'Good. Sleep tight ;-)'

'If I even find sleep :'('

I spent half of the night looking at her picture, being aroused by her, missing her, loving her.

I spent the other half of my night dreaming about her.