Chapter 17

Spade Maverick

I swore she was doing that on purpose.

Laying in my room, her moans were almost traveling through the vents and I couldn't help but hope no one else could hear her.

I sighed, standing, pulling on basketball shorts and a hoodie, the only "lazy" things I had other than the occasional sweats I slept in, otherwise I was just naked.

I filled up my water bottle and grabbed my work phone.

Staff/Guards, if Ace asks where I am, I'm at the gym.

And I shut it off as I got into the elevator, going a few levels down.

The gym was private. People could use it from hours of 10am- 8pm. Otherwise, it was mine.

And it was currently 12:30. In the morning.

I keyed in, pulling the hoodie off after I shut the door and turned the light on, I set my water down beside it as I walked to the treadmill, doing a slow walk to increase my heart rate.

As I walked, I stretched my arms and neck, slowing the speed and doing knee pulls, then pulling my foot behind me, stretching the hamstrings.

As much as I'd love to hear her climax, I wanted to hear it when I was present. Not in the space below hers.

When her intentions were the same.

I increased the speed to a jog, putting the incline at 3.

After a while, I did 12-12-30, 12 speed, at 12 incline, for 30 minutes.

After the 30 I got off, using one of the small white gym towels to wipe off the sweat coming from my forehead.

Then I looked at the door, seeing Ace peeking through the glass.

I walked, letting her in.

She wore a gown, I immediately shut the door and closed the blinds over the glass.

"Don't walk around wearing just that." I frowned.

"Calm down. I'm comfortable in it. So I wore it." She walked past me and sat on the ground.

"Why not go to sleep? It's late."

"One of the guards came in and told me you were frustrated. I'm assuming he's know you for a while." She shrugged.

I paused after grabbing a 50lb plate.

"Did he interrupt-"

"No, no no I was done." She shook her head and I nodded, not knowing how I felt about that.

I laid flat on my back, resting the plate on my chest as I pushed it up in the air, bringing it back down.

"Come sit." I told her.

"Sit where?" She asked.

"On the plate, crisscross." I tapped on the surface of the plate.

"Uhm I don't know-"

"I'm not going to drop you." I promised and she sat herself on the large circle, sitting with her legs crossed.

I took a deep breath, pushing, lifting her up on the plate, her hands covered mine for security, she was slightly shaky.

"I've got you, amore mio." I was confident, didn't stutter, my arms didn't even tremble with her weight and the 50.

"I know." She answered.

I gently brought the plate back to my chest, exhaling out as I did, inhaling before I pushed her up.

Her hands tightened over mine.

"Relax." I told her.

She hummed, taking a deep breath herself.

Then it clicked.

"You're not heavy, principessa." I said and she kind of made a huff like she didn't believe me.

I sighed, setting her and the weight to the side of me on the floor.

"Stay." I said and I stood.

I leaned down over her, putting my fist in the gap of her legs where she sat.

"Hold onto my arm for me." I instructed and she wrapped her body around my arm, I pulled my arm up, easily showing her she weighs nothing, my hand held her calf so she could remain in that position.

I just lifted her, doing consistent reps. Then I did the other.

"I usually do more than you." I told her.

She didn't answer.

I stopped, helping her stand, before I threw her over my shoulder, her gown coming up revealing the black lace underwear she wore.

She squealed as I began flexing in the mirror.

"God look at your ass." I slapped it and she laughed.

"There's a start." I set her down and she just stared at me.

"What?" I asked.

"I came. Twice." She backed up, smirking,

I nodded.

"You're too much, there's no reason to say that." I shook my head.

"Too much?" She pouted.

I hummed, "You're too back and fourth, too indecisive. If that's actually what you came here for, then you should go sleep."

"I think I'll stay. And, if it bothers you so much what are you going to do about it? Since i'm just too much." She grabbed my water bottle, taking a sip.

"I'll come over there and take your fucking batteries out. Maybe that'll make you quit." I swung the towel over my shoulder and she froze.

"Well," she sat down, leaning back on her arms, her black hair perfectly parted to the side messily, with heaps of volume.

"-I came to see why you were frustrated. But I seem to know the answer now." She smiled.

"You don't fucking say. Alright, since you found out, I think it's best you leave." I gave a tight smile, just wanting to not see her for a split second.

Just to hope my heart would stop hammering and my nerves would calm. Just to hope that the lust will subside.

"Or what?" She asked.

I sighed, taking a deep breath.

"Or I'll take you to your room, tuck you in, just so you can make up your mind with how you feel. Because I'm getting whiplash here and it's kind of annoying." I nodded.

She stood, walking to me, standing directly in front of me.

"Would you ever harm me?" She asked, serious.

"No." I answered. "Never."

"Ever take anything out on me?"

"Sexual frustrations but with consent of course." I shrugged.

"Ever bring a hand to me?"

"If you wanted it. But nothing out of my own aggression. But I want to know you wouldn't either." I said.

"I wouldn't. Ever. Never been the violent type." She said.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Would you ever yell at me or cuss me out?" She asked.

"The past few times you've gotten on my nerves I haven't. I don't anticipate my voice being anything but calm when we communicate." I told her.

"Okay."

"That's all?" I asked.

"Yes."

"One thing for me though." I grabbed her chin and she immediately looked at me.

"I do have a temper, principessa. If I shut down something that's going to be an argument, you let me. Because I will always come back, I will always fix it, but you can't keep fueling my fire. I believe communication is best done when both parties are ready, and thinking without pure emotion. Don't stop me from walking away." I stepped forward, our chests touching, she gasped slightly.

"I won't. I respect that." She answered and I nodded, she perched on her tip toes, waiting for something.

"Can I?" I asked.

"Yes."

I leaned down, kissing her with softness, not deepening it if she didn't want me to.

She smiled against my lips, gently licking my lower lip.

I moved my hand from her chin, cupping her face instead as I parted my lips, her tongue gently caressing mine.

She anticipated this. I heard her brush her teeth before she played with herself, she did it again, it was fresh on her tongue.

She hummed when I bit her lower lip.

"Is the sir thing a kink?" She asked when I let her go.

I laughed.

"Something like that." I shrugged.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, we're spending the whole day in the casino." I told her.

"When should I be ready by?" She asked.

"Don't worry about that, I'll wake you up."

"Okay. You should go to bed." She backed up from me and I nodded.

"I know. I will."

She nodded.

"Goodnight." She whispered.

"Sleep well, Ace."

My heart was in my throat. What the fuck.