Naomi Madden, a renowned fashion designer, attends an upscale award ceremony celebrating her latest collection. Amidst the glitz and glamour, her past comes crashing back when she locks eyes with Ace, her long-lost ex-boyfriend who vanished six year...
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As I walk toward my car by myself, due to Amara getting sleepy we decided Xavier take her back home with his car since I still had to stay for a bit longer.
As I take a left at a corner a hand grabs my forearm turning me around and my front collide with what feels like a brick wall.
Ouch.
I try escape from the grip as much as possible, but it was no use. This person is way to strong.
I close my eyes saying a little prayer, knowing I'm probably going to die now.
"Relax, Naomi." I know that voice form anywhere.
I open my eyes and look up to see Ace's face, so close to mine if one of us moves any closer our lips could touch.
"Who the fuck did that to you Naomi, 'cause I know damn well you wouldn't do that to yourself neither did Amara." His thick Italian accent says and his hot minty breathe hits my face.
Something happens to my body, and I hadn't felt it in a long time but I ignore it.
"Why would I tell you?" I whisper. His jaw clenches, a small smirk makes its way to my lips.
"I am not laughing about this Naomi." He says.
"And?" I say.
I wait.
"I want to know who did it." He says.
I slowly shake my head and turn it not only wanting to tell him but I don't know want to look at him.
I just can't.
Not long after, I feel a hand grab my chin forcing me to look back into his eyes.
They are filled with pure anger. I can tell it's not by me but to whoever gave me the scare.
He waits but I still stay silent.
"Naomi I won't ask again. Who. Did. It?" He says, in a more serious tone.
I close my eyes swallowing the huge lump in my throat.
As I open my eyes again, I whisper the name, Xavier.
"Motherfucker." He says letting go of my chin.
"You and Amara are coming home with me." He says.
"Fuck no!" I say.
"The fuck am I letting you two go live with that bastard. I wouldn't even let you or Amara see him again.." He says.
