Ace disappeared into the living room, saying he had work to do –a new project, no doubt– and I took the chance to go to the master bedroom.
I sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about the disturbing exchange.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined he would agree so quickly to make love to me and make me his.
Was this really happening or was he simply joking around? Sure, Ace was of the joking kind, but surely he wouldn’t take it so far.
I laid back on the bed, my feet dangling off it, and reached out for my phone, retrieving it from the back pocket of my jeans.
I called the one that came closest to being called a friend, despite having met her only a handful of times.
“Hey Athena,” I greeted once she picked up.
“Anastasia, sweetie, hi! How are you?”
The young vamp
