Badboy Ace novel Chapter 18

Ryn's pov

I settled the macaroni in the plate and passed it over to an eager looking Ace. His eyes held a hint of longing as he stared at the food and dogged right in the second it was near him.

He let out a groan as he devoured it. I was just putting mine into the plate when I noticed that he was already halfway from finishing it. I snorted, gaining his attention.

"What?" He asked, his mouth still full as he continued to chew on. I cringed.

I walked towards him and sat down on the spare stool that was close by.

"Looks like you're hungry." I pointed out and started eating mine but at a much slower pace than Ace.

He nodded. "I am, but since you're not allowing me to eat you out right now I'll have to settle for quenching my hunger with food." He said bluntly and took another bite of the macaroni.

I choked on the food and Ace rushed to grab me some water. Gulping it down me glared at him. He was the cause of this. I got up with my plate in hand and walked to the living room, away from him.

"Oh don't be like that bellissima!" He calls out and follows me, his plate also in hand as he continues to eat from it.

I let out a huff when I noticed him heading the same way I was going. "Stop following me Ace!" I gritted out and sat on the sofa. He followed suit, too close for comfort. I scooted away only for him to come closer.

I sighed in annoyance. "Would you stop that?" I bellowed now on the verge of punching his handsome face.

He chuckles in response and gobbles the last piece of macaroni. The plate was now empty but he refused to get up and move away from me, not even to put the dirty plate in the sink.

I scowled at him and he answered by raising his eyebrow. "What?"

"What?" I mocked. "Go put that in the sink." I added and pointed at the dirty plate he rested on the coffee table that was placed before us.

"I'll get up when you do bellissima." He smirks and reaches out to grab the remote. I let out an angry breath. This guy is getting on my last nerves. I could wipe that smirk clean off his face if I wanted to.

"I'm used to seeing that look on your face bellissima, I know what you're thinking in that little head of yours. Before you resort to violence I must inform you that you should not hit my dick, you'll need it if you want to have kids in the future." He professes and puts on the TV like he has no care in the world.

I clenched the fork I was holding in my hands in rage, picturing stabbing Ace with it. But that would make me just like him a criminal.

"Why do you insist on being near me?" I asked. "There's plenty of space over there Ace." I pointed at the large empty space beside us.

He removes his eyes from the television and focuses on me. "Haven't you ever thought that maybe I prefer to be near you?" He asked me seriously.

For some reason his question left me speechless and as he waited for me to answer and didn't get a response I saw a flash of hurt before he quickly concealed it.

But that could've been my imagination, maybe a little bit of my fucked up mind wants him to actually have some type of emotion towards me other than hate and lust.

"You haven't exactly told me the name of the restaurant you will be meeting up with the guy. I need to know so I can speak to the manager." I told him in a weak attempt to change the subject.