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"Let's go!" I uttered as I sat in the car and put the bag on the back side of the seat.

I wore the seat belt as I realized that Ace hadn't started the car. I turned my gaze at him, finding him sleeping in the driver's seat. He had leaned his head on the driver's seat to rest. He rested his both crossed hands above the stomach. And, letting one of the hair strands linger on his forehead. His eyes were shut down but his eyebrows and forehead were curled up like he was frowning. How can someone frown while sleeping? Isn't sleeping a rest time for the body? He must have not slept properly because I stabbed him in his arm. He didn't even come back home yesterday. He must have been in pain. It was my fault to stab him. I didn't mean to do it but it happened suddenly because I was scared. He is not even letting me check his arm.

I placed my first finger on his forehead and started sliding the finger lightly to get rid of the lines formed on the forehead. After removing those lines now it seems that he is sleeping peacefully. I couldn't hold myself but to slide my finger down his nose slowly. The bridge of his nose is quite high. Later, moving my finger downwards to his lips which were light pinkish. His lips were not too big and not too thin, they were in perfect medium heart shape.

My finger slides down to his squared-shaped jaw, with a little beard on it. His beard was not too hard to touch and neither too soft to touch. It was in perfect texture men should have. I then slid my finger down to his neck where he bobbed out his Adam's apple as he felt itching because of my finger. I moved my finger back upwards to his eyes sliding through his eyelashes as he shook his head, feeling itchy to my touch. His eyelashes were quite thick. I must say that god has made him very leisurely. It must be hard to produce such a beautiful man.

I suddenly avert my eyes to the little mole on the crook of the neck. I started to crease my finger to his mole slightly not waking him up. I never thought that this freaking mole would be a major turn-on for me. This little mole will be the death of me. I couldn't hold my temptation towards the mole on his neck. I leaned myself towards him but I couldn't reach him because of the seat belt. I clicked my tongue and went back to being in a straight posture. I sighed sensually.

I opened my seat belt and again leaned myself towards him. At first, I gave him a peck on his mole. I hold myself back to look at him. He was peacefully resting as his eyes were shut. Then, I started to kiss him on his mole. A few times, I kissed him and saw him again for a while. He was still sleeping. I kissed him again but this time passionately as I slightly opened my mouth to suck his mole. His mole between my lips was sending shivers through my veins. I could feel my heart throbbing when I went wild and slightly took out my tongue to lick his mole on the neck. I licked hard and he slightly shook his head in reflex. I parted my lips and sucked his mole in between my lips which made Ace release a low sensual moan. I stopped listening to his moan and chuckled softly that he felt good about me kissing his neck.

I went back to my position and put on the seat belt as if nothing happened. And, I realized that he was about to wake up. He half opens his eyes and places his palm on the neck to slightly crease them. I was so embarrassed that I didn't even bother to look at him. My heart was racing so fast that I could hear it beating loudly. What did I do? I should have controlled myself. I practically took advantage of him when he was sleeping.

"Shees!" He hisses in pain.

"Why do I feel pain here?" He slightly creases his neck.

"Don't look at me! Don't look at me. I didn't do anything." I blabbered in a barely audible voice.

He tries to look in the mirror to see his neck.

"Huh!" I screamed to let him not look in the mirror.

"What?" He averts his eyes at me.

"I am hungry." I blinked and tightened my lips into a thin line while squeezing my stomach to look as if I was hungry.

"What's wrong with your face?" He points towards my cheeks.

I looked at myself in the side mirror and saw my face being all red. I was blushing. I curled up my lips from the corner and smiled.

I swallowed a thick lump of saliva to stop feeling embarrassed and to act naturally.

"I... I am hungry." I stuttered anxiously.

He quickly ignites the engine and starts driving. The whole drive I sat quietly not facing towards him. I was afraid that he might ask me about his neck. And, I don't have any answers to his questions right now. Damn, hormones! You all made me do this. I couldn't help but take a peek at his neck, it was bruised. The light red and pinkish stain on his neck. I am doomed. He shook his head slightly every minute because he felt something was wrong with his neck. He is right, something is wrong with his neck. And, that something is the hickey on his neck which I gave him.

We reached a restaurant and he stopped his car. I quickly got out of the car and ran inside the restaurant. I went straight to the last table to sit down. I poured water on a glass and gulped it down in one go.

"I told you to have breakfast at the house, why didn't you listen to me?" He growls as he sits in the chair opposite of mine.

"You didn't even have dinner last night. Are you trying to kill yourself by starving?" He arched up his eyebrows in anger.

"I didn't like the breakfast," I replied, tightening my lips into thin lines.

"Oh really!" He snaps rudely as he crosses his arms and places them above his chest.

I slightly nod, staring at the table downwards.

"Were you feeling guilty about hurting Aunt Mary with the glass?" He leaned towards me, resting his arms on the table.

"Who says that? I was not feeling guilty." I replied instantly averting my eyes to the other side ignoring him.

"If you are guilty, apologize to her. She never holds grudges." He smirks as his lips curl up from the corner.

"You don't need to starve yourself. Say sorry, and make amends with her." He adds.

He was right, at the breakfast table when I saw Aunt Mary, I felt guilty about hurting her with the glass so I didn't have any breakfast. I should apologize, I didn't mean to hurt her.

"Then, why didn't you eat breakfast?" I asked as I widened my eyes open.

He shrugs his shoulders ignoring me.

"What would you like to have sir?" The waitress gave Ace the menu card.

Ace grabs the menu card from her and starts checking out the dishes. The waitress gazes at Ace's neck and she starts blushing.

Ace gives the order to bring a few dishes and later asks me what I would like to have. I ordered a few dishes as well and when Ace gave back the menu card, he noticed the waitress smiling at him.

"What?" He growls at the waitress.

She immediately stopped smiling and went back to her work.

I chuckled softly.

"What? Why are you smiling now?" He snaps irritatingly.

"Nothing!" I tightened my lips to control my laugh.

"What is wrong with everyone? Why are they staring at me and smiling?" He sighed irritatingly as he saw a few girls smiling at him, staring at his neck.

They all must have noticed his hickey. They were all staring at him and me back and forth.

I instantly averted my eyes downwards to avoid Ace. Because, if he saw his neck then he would understand, what I did to him. And, I don't want that, at least not until we reach home.

"What? Have you ever not seen a handsome face?" He snaps rudely at them.

I parted my lips too wide open my mouth in shock. Dont! Dont! Dont! Please don't let him know. I prayed to god.

"Let's change our seats." I hurriedly spoke, anxiously.

He slightly nodded and we changed our places to sit somewhere quiet.

The food was arranged on the table. He started having his food.

"The food is good here." He smiles awkwardly.

I nod, faking a smile.

"Aren't you hungry?" He asked when he saw me playing with the fork rather than eating.

I was not hungry. I gave an excuse in front of Ace to not let me see the mirror. How could I eat when my mother and sister embarrassed me in front of Ace? How would I be able to swallow the food when I heard my mother blaming me for marrying for the sake of money? How can I have the appetite to eat anything when she accused me of sleeping with Ace before our marriage? How can I? I was quite upset with the behavior of my mother and sister but what could I have expected from them? They always behave like that. It's nothing new for me. I could take these all when I was alone but now I am married. What Ace must be thinking about my family?

"T..Thank you for taking my side earlier." I stuttered awkwardly.

"Are your parents step-parents?" He asked again hesitantly when I ignored his last question.

I nod slightly.

It was plain silent after that, he was eating his food while I was busy with my thoughts.

"Do you wanna hear a story?" I hesitantly asked.

He slightly nods his head as he stops eating and leans back to his chair to sit tight to listen to me.

"There was a girl named Maria somewhere around her twenties, she used to study design at one of the best colleagues Her father was one of the richest businessmen in the town and he used to love Maria a lot because he had only one daughter. Whatever and whenever, something Maria wanted her father used to buy her that. It didn't matter how costly that something was, her father had made sure to buy that particular item. One day her father got to know that her daughter loves a man from college. He asked her daughter to let him meet the man. She was happy and excited when her father agreed to meet the man. She used to make these fake scenarios in her head to marry the man someday. She then asked that man to meet her father." I sighed in disappointment as I narrated the story to Ace.

Ace being anticipated, crosses his arms to rest them above his chest.

"Later the meeting was set up between them. The man came to meet her father at their house. The man was feeling embarrassed and anxious as he saw Maria's house for the first time. Her house was just like yours, big and beautiful. She introduced the man to the father. The man was named, Martin Lewis, and he was a teacher in the same college. The man was in his thirties and belonged to a middle-class family. Maria's father didn't like the man because of his age difference from Maria and also the status difference between them. He told her daughter to cut her ties with Martin. She didn't agree as she was stubborn and had her way of always getting what she wanted. She soon became rebellious and ran from the house. She got married to that man on the same night she ran and became Maria Lewis. Her father couldn't digest the fact that she got married to an old man. He got angry and called the college to complain about Martin. Soon, Martin had to leave the college because he was slandered. He later tried to get a job somewhere else but he couldn't because of Maria's father. For a year, they both struggled for money and were on the edge of losing their sanity as there were few nights when they didn't have anything to eat. But it is said that it does not take long for the times to change. Their time also changed when they had a lovely daughter." I smiled.

To be continued...