The Billionaire's Kept Woman

  Victor sat down as he looked at Wendy or who is known as Hannah Grace. 

"What would you like to eat?" She smiled at him. 

"Anything," He said as he looked around, scanning the area. He didn't find anything suspicious. She looked at the menu as he did. The Butler who stayed with them was also scanning through the food. "Did you have fun shopping?" He asked. 

"Yes," She smiled at him sweetly. 

  Victor knew well that she wasn't Hannah Grace and he kept forgetting who she was. He knew her real name but after a while, he kept forgetting something. He scanned the menu and he thought of what he wanted to eat. 

"I would suggest their salad and salmon." Butler Jim said. 

"Yes," He put down his menu as he stared outside. A couple came with a baby stroller. He stared at it for a long and a woman's voice whispered in his ear. He turned to his left to see who it was but there's none. 

"What's wrong?" Wendy asked and he shook his head as he looked down at the table. 

"Nothing." He said and the waiter came up to them to take their orders. Soon, their order came up and he looked down at the food. 

"Please eat your salmon and broccoli, sir. It is good for your health." Butler Jim said. The foods that he ordered for Victor were good for his memory. Since he's an agent from the Rossie Empire, he was watching over Victor's health. 

  He started eating the fatty fish without saying anything and after he was done, a cry of a baby caught his attention as he quickly searched for it. The couple that they saw were trying to coax the baby and his attention was diverted to it. 

"Victor, what's wrong?" She asked. "Why are they so focused on that family?" 

"Nothing." He said as he looked at Wendy. 

  Wendy stared at the table where two couples is eating their dessert. She recognized the woman with that long black hair. She stood to approach them but then Butler Jim held her arm. 

"Miss Wendy," He warned. 

"I know her." She insisted. 

"Who is it?" Victor asked. 

"The one who gave me scratches." She frowned at Victor. 

"Scratches?" He asked. "You were born to be a killing machine. How did you get scratches from a normal girl?" 

  Wendy's eyes darkened as she stared at him. 

"Sit down, Hannah Grace. You can't cause any ruckus. We talked about this. You should be the first to stay away." 

  She sat down and didn't keep her eyes from glaring at him. Victor turned his head to the laughing group of people and noticed the man. He saw recognition through the man's face as he clung to the woman with auburn hair.

"Your wife is going to pay for it anyway." The man with that handsome-baby-face said. "I think we should go." 

"How about coffee?" The woman with long black hair asked. "We swung by the café." 

"Babe, I thought that we are going to~~" 

  Victor looked away as he looked down at his dessert. 

"Please eat your blueberries, sir." 

  He did eat the blueberries. Then, he heard them laughing. The familiar laughter of the two men caught his attention. He didn't turn his head and Wendy left for the bathroom. He finally turned his head to the table that was a few meters away from their table. He had eye contact with the good-looking man in a pink polo shirt with an embroidered rabbit on his left chest. They stood after they paid for the bills. 

  They walked past their table and somehow, he felt a longing as the man smiled at him. Victor knew him but he didn't remember. He has a little headache. He winced and reached his temple. 

"Are you alright, sir?" Butler Jim asked. 

"Yes," he nodded his head. Somehow, it felt like deja vu. He knew that smile. 

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  Ace's heart sank to his stomach when he finally saw Victor face to face. He looked sad, puzzled, and stressed. He wanted to get him out of that situation but he can't do it now since Victor's life is in great danger. He squeezed Guinevere's hand as she looked up at him with a beautiful smile. He bent down to reach her lips but Ian suddenly smacked his back. 

"Don't be dramatic. We will do everything to save the great one." Ian grinned at him. 

"Can you stop interrupting my romantic moment with my girl?" Ace frowned at him. 

"He, he, he…" Ian laughed sardonically. "Let's get this coffee over so we can leave," Ian said as he threw his arms around his girl. 

  They departed after having a coffee. Ace took his girl to a nearby farmhouse where they could relax. They rented the whole place for two nights. 

"How's your stomach?" Ace asked as soon as they entered the bedroom. 

"It's not hurting anymore." She said as she removed her scarf. "Can we play?" She asked but he shook his head. "Why not? I am well now, Ace. I told you that it wouldn't take long." 

"You aren't well." He said as he checked the television. "Just relax, sexy love. I won't ram you for weeks." 

"Fine," Guinevere clenched her jaw as she went directly to the bathroom. After what happened, he became cold and angry. She then thought that maybe he doesn't like it when someone has touched her. He might not want to touch her anymore because she was nearly got raped. 

  She sighed as she swallowed all of her emotions. She took a quick shower, then she ignored him as she went directly to bed. She closed the curtains that he opened. Somehow, Ace was busy checking out the toys that they bought together and it will be a waste because she won't fuck with him anymore. That's what at least she had in mind. She will probably break up with him if this keeps ongoing. She hated to be ignored and she hated it that she won't get what she wants most. 

"Babe," Ace called but she ignored him completely. She hugged her pillow and have her back on him. Ace was silent for a while as he watched her. "Guinevere?" He called again but she ignored him. "What's wrong?" He approached her, sat beside her, and patted her arm. 

"I am not in the mood. Don't wake me up." She pulled the duvet to cover her arm. 

  Ace didn't leave her side and he hugged her. 

"Are you mad at me?" 

  She didn't answer him. He was silent for a few seconds and then he finally sighed. 

"You are mad at me." He started as he kissed her cheek. "I will wake up later." 

  She still ignored him and Ace felt that tight knots on his stomach. He didn't want to get ignored by her. Nor he didn't want her to get mad at him. So, he slid his hand under the duvet and snaked it around her waist. She clicked her tongue in annoyance and pushed his hand. 

"I'm sorry." 

"Fuck off." She grumbled, sounding more annoyed. Her brows were furious and she was completely mad. 

"We will do it. Okay? Don't get mad." He scooped her and hugged her tightly. She tried to restrain but she got tired. She sighed and smacked his chest. "Baby," he scooped her face but she was already tearing. She couldn't control her emotions anymore as she grabbed the pillow and smacked him. He covered his face and he never saw her get angry like this. 

"I hate you." She gritted her teeth as she quickly slipped off from the bed and walked away. 

  Ace was stunned. His heartfelt like it was stabbed by thousands of arrows. Never did he feel this way. Those words… he heard it a lot through jokes but the way she said it was painful. His body jerked up as he quickly followed her. She was sniffling and wiping her tears in front of the window of the living room. He grabbed her arm, scooped her face, and owned her mouth harshly. He was a little in pain from her words but~~it felt like f-cking pleasurable torture. He felt like a masochist and he's loving the pain. Because he knew that he won't feel the pain if he doesn't love her. 

"Hmm!" She smacked his chest and angrily scowled at him. 

"You hate me?" He asked but she swallowed hard and pressed her lips. "You hate me?" His voice sounded dangerous, seductive, and sultry at once. 

"I hate you." She sniffled and looked away. 

"Oh, baby." He scooped her face and wiped her tears. "You won't hate me if you don't feel love towards me. Right?" He stared at her neck, caressing the thin cloth of her shirt to her collarbone and he ripped it open. She gasped and quickly covered her chest. "I can't restrain myself if you act like this." He whispered as he started sucking her neck. She gasped and grabbed his shirt. "Baby, I fucking can't get enough of you." He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her up until she was stepping on his feet. His mouth was aggressive, like a hungry caveman. "It wouldn't be enough even if we get married." 

  He took her down to the sofa and mumbled words while his mouth was on hers.