Chapter 31
Vanessa Vargas
Shock. The only expression on his face was pure, unfiltered surprise.
"Seriously?" He almost mouthed it was so silent.
I nodded.
"Say it again please." He mumbled.
"I'm so in love with you." I smiled.
"Why?"
I laughed.
"Why? Do you not hear the way you speak? Do you not see what you do? You exceed any fictional man I've ever read, and your explanations are absolutely incredible. You're emotionally invested in me, have the patience of a saint, you touch me like I'm glass, you beg to please me when that is quite literally all you do. You stop what you're doing for me, like work never actually matters. And you're the biggest businessman in the midwest who kneels for me no matter who you stand in front of. There's absolutely nothing keeping me from absolutely adoring you." I watched his face.
Tears began filling his eyes.
"Oh don't cry. I'm sorry." I frowned, catching them as they fell.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me to him in a hug, his face against my head.
He kissed my hair.
"Sono così innamorato di te, Ace." He whispered.
I'm so in love with you, Ace.
He squeezed me tighter.
He stood, settling me on the ground before tipping my chin up.
I wiped a tear.
"I'm so in love with you, Vanessa. I would and will always be my best for you." He kissed my forehead.
I smiled.
"Now, as much as I hate to say this, I have to attend one last meeting. Then I'm yours." He said.
I nodded.
He kissed me, his tongue gently moving against mine before he stood, leading me out.
"Take her back to her room please." He said to the guard.
I sighed, following the man as Spade went the opposite way.
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I heard the elevator door open.
"What-why are you wearing only that! You know there's no way to keep people from coming in here." He frowned.
I laughed, walking from behind the counter in the lingerie I bought yesterday.
"No one comes in here but you." I answered.
"Is that what you bought yesterday?" He asked, crossing his arms like his hands shouldn't be near me.
"Yeah, I wasn't comfortable with the crazy stuff yet without you to help me so it's simple but I think it's cute." I shrugged.
"Do a spin." He said and I did.
"Do you like it? Your face is hard to read right now." I frowned.
"I'm very aroused but I'm trying to be respectful." He cleared his throat and I laughed.
"You can be respectful disrespectfully." I walked toward him, pulling on his arms to uncross.
"Can I touch?" He asked.
"I'm all yours." I answered and his hands grabbed my face first, kissing my forehead, they moved down my shoulders, my arms, then feeling my waist, pulling me against him as he grabbed my ass.
"I am nervous to touch you." He laughed.
"Why?" I pouted.
"I don't know. I feel like there's so much I've never touched on your body before because I was worried about making you uncomfortable that I just avoided it and didn't even ask."
"It's okay, I love your hands on me. Please touch me." I smiled at him and one of his hands kept me held to his by the small of my back as the other went around my throat and pulled my face up to kiss him.
I hummed, his hands scooping me up so my legs wrapped around his waist.
He carried me into the elevator.
"Where are we going?"
"Mine. I have things neat and ready for you."
"How'd you know?" I frowned.
He smiled.
"You don't come to mine often so I assumed the next time you'd be there was for a reason." The door opened and he walked to his room as I just hugged him to me.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to, Ace." He clearly sensed my nerves.
"I want you." I said.
"What exactly?" He asked.
"Fuck me so good I see stars. Show me how much you love me." I urged and he set me down on the bed, beginning to remove his button up.
"I love you very much, my pretty girl. I'll prove it."