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Chapter 10 (v.1) - Victoria

Submitted: December 11, 2016

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Submitted: December 11, 2016




~ Victoria ~





“No, he’s not my boyfriend”, I said and my mother closed her mouth before she could ask me that question.

She wiggled her eyebrows. “What a pity. He looks really yum–”

“Ew! That’s just… ew.”

She chuckled. “Do you think he’s too young for me?”

“Not at all”, I muttered. My Mom was turning into a cougar. “What would Dad say? Oh, did you hear some news?”

Her smile faded when she started chewing her bottom lip. “Yeah. He talked to Noah.”


And shit with Noah apparently was bigger than we’d thought.

Noah had more debts than he’d admitted. He was trying his best with small jobs now and then but each job interviews at an IT agency had been negative because they’d found out he had been in jail for tax fraud.

“So, what does that mean?”, I asked.

Mom sighed deeply. “It means, the employers all do some researches. They know about his business. He and his friends had been speculating on the stock exchange. Noah said he trusted his friend completely who, however, didn’t tell him they were making losing. He promised him to earn the double if they invested more and Noah fell for it.

Once the business crashed completely, his friend disappeared. Since the finance office didn’t catch the big fish, they are trying to bring Noah down.”

My brain hurt from all that finance crap. “But… I thought those speculations on the stock weren’t illegal. Many brokers at the Wall Street do that and–”

“Yes, technically it’s not illegal. But he took money from private investors.”

I put my head in my hands. “How much money?”

“Thousands of Dollars. Added to the money he owes the state.”

Despair clutched at my stomach. This was bad. Really, really bad.

Mom placed her hand over mine, and oh God, the next words really were like another hit on my sore back.

“I think… we might need to sell the house.”




I had slept like shit that night. Partly because of my back, but also because of my thoughts of Noah.

When the sun was hitting my face with its brightness, I got up and put on an overall. I quickly ate my breakfast and headed to the garage where the familiar scent of my paint tin reached my nostrils. I was already in my element.

Once I gathered everything I needed, I walked to the garden.

The weather was perfect.

Finding inspiration wasn’t that hard. I drew what was in my mind. Whatever it was. Colors splayed in my head and then on the canvas.

I was there for hours until the throbbing in my back reminded me to get up. I stretched my arms and headed to the kitchen where I found a note for me. Mom needed to get something from work, so she asked me to drive the car to Ace.

Which was beyond fantastic. 

A warmth spread across my back as I thought of his fingers.

His hands bore a gentleness I had no idea he was capable of creating. That warmth reached my chest, threading with every vessel leading right to my heart.

My heart.

Oh God.

No. Uh-uh. Hell, no. I was not catching feelings.

I hated him.

He hated me.

Nothing had changed.

He was a manwhore, doing God knows what with God knows who.

I banished all the pornographic images of him and Karen that made want to throw up the porridge I had for breakfast.

No feelings.

My ass, my brain answered.

Typing the address in my phone, I started the GPS app and ended up being almost on time at a place I couldn’t say was the best neighborhood.

I watched some guy change brake discs and a teenage boy tightening some screws. There was a sound of a machine so loud, my ears already hurt.

I looked around but couldn’t find Ace anywhere.

I parked my car in front of the entrance and made my way to a man who didn’t seem too busy with a customer.

“Excuse me, Sir. I’m looking for Ace. He told me he works here.”

Maybe this was a prank.

Okay, I was too paranoid.

“Ace you said?”, a voice behind me asked.

I turned around and saw that teenage boy grinning at me.

“Yeah. Have you seen him?”

He nodded. “He should’ve finished with someone else’s car right now.” He cocked his head to the side. “Are you his girlfriend?”

I snorted which turned into a hysterical laugh and then back to a snort.

“That means no”, he concluded, his grin growing.

I opened my mouth to say how much “NO” that meant, but a deep voice behind me froze my body.

“I see you’ve met Jake.”

Ace’s breath tickled my neck and suddenly I wasn’t frozen anymore. I was warm. Everywhere. Way too warm.

I turned around and found him looking down at me, a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. Icy eyes darkened when he focused on my face.

He opened his mouth, but I gulped, “Is… um… do you have time?”

Closing his mouth, he gave a quick nod. “Yeah. Bring your car there. It shouldn’t take more than twenty minutes.”

Quickly, I did as he told me and parked my car at the spot he’d motioned.

I got out and watched him doing his thing, applying stuff I had no idea what it was.

Jake appeared next to me, stretching out his hand. “I didn’t get to introduce myself properly. I’m Jake.”

I shook his hand. “Cecily.”

“So, you go to college with Ace?”

I nodded. With his tousled brown hair, and the freckles on his nose, he somehow reminded me of Eric.

“Really? You’re a dental student?”

I raised an eyebrow. “You seem surprised.”

Jake smiled. “Because you rather look like an artist”, he announced.

I glanced at my overall, a few blotches covering the denim fabric and my hands weren’t any better.

“Your face”, he explained, tapping his cheek. I rubbed my knuckles over my cheek and saw a faint blue color smeared over them.

I cursed, looking for a tissue in my damn purse but obvs I had none.

“There’s a bathroom there. Turn left. Second door.”

“Thanks”, I muttered, already on my way.

In the bathroom, I grabbed a paper towel and rubbed my cheek until it was dark red. The blue line was still there but it was faint.

Using the opportunity to check my hair, I braided it to the side.

No, that didn’t look good.

I opened the braid and pulled it into a ponytail. Worst decision.

I secured it with a tie to a messy bun. Better.

When I got out, I saw Ace disappear inside another room. I stood in front of the closed door, unsure if I should knock or not.

I mean, had he already finished with my car?

My hand was on the way to knock when the door flung open with him almost tripping over me. He came to a halt, clearly caught off guard.

We were close. I could feel his body heat on my hands. My hands?

He blinked down at them and I realized they were on either side of his hips.

Reflex must’ve brought them into action.

“Sorry”, I mumbled. I started to remove them but he gently captured my wrist.

“No need to apologize”, he said but his eyes said the opposite. The were hard, calculating. 

“I need to give you something”, he said, leading me inside the room which was similar to a locker room.

He went to his locker and pulled something out of his bag. My notebook.

“You really should pay more attention to Mi-Bi instead of drawing. Although it’s pretty good.”

Microbiology. Great. Why did he have to take them out of all courses? I’d drawn some pretty crazy stuff when the prof was boring me to death.

I snatched it from his hand. “You do realize that was private”, I growled.

He rolled his eyes. “It’s not like I knew it was your drawing-diary.”

I groaned. “Whatever. Is my car ready?”

He reached out his hand and put a strand of my hair between his thumb and forefinger.

He examined it carefully, spinning it around his finger and let it fall over my shoulder.

“Not yet”, he answered. “It needs to dry.”

He came closer.

And I started to throb, from my lips to my thighs and everything in between. Literally. 

“How’s your back?”, he asked, his voice so husky it made me almost melt.

“F-Fine”, I gasped, suddenly feeling out of breath.

He placed his hands on my waist, pulling me even closer.

My mouth was dry, my throat parched. He bent down, burying his nose in my neck. His nose trailed a pounding vein leading to the back of my ear.

My breaths came ragged now, like I was running. “W-What are you doing?”

“Smelling you.”

I closed my eyes, another gasp leaving my lips. “Which is not creepy at all.”

A chuckle rumbled on my neck, and then his lips replaced his nose.

“Seriously. Your smell is a provocation.”

My hands moved to his waist to shove him but ended up holding him in place.

His lips moved higher along my neck, not kissing me, only one long soft caress. One long, maddening caress that made me dizzy.

“No, Ace”, I panted weakly.

I wanted to fight it, I needed to. I needed because… because what? The reason why I hated him, why I struggled against this feeling was turning into a cloud inside my mind.

“I know you want me”, he whispered, nipping my skin lightly.

“No” I didn’t want him. I didn’t. I did not.

But my body that traitor betrayed me when I seized his shirt, so my boobs pressed against his hard chest.

He let out a low groan. “You wanted this since you saw me with Karen at the party.”


My neurons gathered their functions.

“No, I don’t!”, I huffed, shoving him away. Successfully.

I caught my breath and took a step back. “I am not interested in you.”

He grinned. “Your body says something else.” Arrogant asshole.

Heat filled my cheeks. “I’m seeing someone else”, I babbled.


“Really?”, he said, his grin gone.

Well done, Martesse. 


Oh Lord… good question. Someone who would be believable. Eric, Josh would be obviously a lie. Oh God, who else…

“Aro”, I blurted out. What the fuck?

“What?” His eyes went wide.

I shrugged. “He’s nice and funny.”

Yuck. Even though it was a lie, my stomach twisted as I said those words.

He laughed humorlessly. “You can’t be serious with that guy.”

“I am. And last time I checked we aren’t a thing, so I can date whoever I want.”

His eyes snapped. “True. I just thought you had a better sense of judgment. Or at least a better taste in men.”

“Excuse me?”

He headed to the door. “You’re car’s ready.”

I walked past him but stopped to mentally stab him with my look. “Not wanting you is proof that there’s nothing wrong with my taste.”

He smirked. “You want me. I know it. And you do too.”

I opened my mouth but the door slammed right into my face before I could say another thing.





I overslept.

I didn’t hear my alarm and when I woke up the house was empty. Which meant I had to sprint to the next subway station. After almost an hour, I arrived at the clinic. I put on my lab coat and rushed to the course which Rayden supervised. As I walked into the room, I felt the whole group’s eyes darting to me. Great.

I walked to Rayden and apologized for being this late.

“Miss…” He looked at my badge. “Martesse. I will ignore your late arrival this time. If this happens again, there will be consequences.”

I gulped. Oh boy, Rayden was such a pain in the ass.

I settled on the only seat that wasn’t occupied, next to a girl whose name I forgot. I wasn’t good with names. She was quiet and we worked through the script.

Once we had finished, I grabbed my stuff and got basically tackled by Cassy and Ruby in the hallway.

“There you are!”, she shrieked, linking her arm with mine. “Haven’t seen you all day.”

“I just finished with clinical chemistry. And I overslept.”

Their eyes went wide. “You came too late to Rayden’s course?”

I nodded. “Yeah. That wasn’t fun. He just gave me a warning, though.”

I looked around. “Doesn’t have Anna a free period now?”

Both girls lifted their shoulders and dropped them. And then they exchanged a look. “What?”, I asked.

Ruby turned her brown eyes to me. “She wasn’t feeling well on Friday. When you left, she came and started drinking. I called a cab and brought her to her room at the dorm. I have no idea what was going on with her.”
Wow. That really didn’t sound like Anna. She was the calm type and, yes, kind of geeky.

“Maybe she just wanted to have a little fun”, I guessed.

“Anyway, we haven’t seen her today”, Ruby finished. “I hope she’s not getting sick.”

We headed to the cafeteria where I went for a bowl of salad, a yoghurt and an orange. Back on that health track.

“So, how was the Ball for you two by the way? Did you make it to the after-after-show party?”

Cassy giggled, her face suddenly shining. “Yep.”

I waited for her to drop that Tinkerbell-face but after ten seconds I sighed. “Details please?”

The details were that she’d met someone there named Michael. He just graduated from law school and started his juridical clerkship here in L.A.

“He’d asked me on a date Saturday evening. It was nice, really. And the sex was just wow.”

I could tell by the look in her face.

Shoving some lettuce into my mouth, I listened to her Tinkerbell-ing about that Michael. I was happy for her. Her last boyfriend had been an asshole, so if someone deserved some happiness in her love-life, it was Cass.

Once we finished, the girls wanted to go the library before patients treatment would start.

Today was health and being studious day.

On our way to the library, we walked along the hallway where a couple students gathered on benches, ate their lunches or discussed patients’ cases.

The foyer was a little emptier.

That was when I spotted a blond head sunken behind a textbook. Her eyes were bloodshot and her nose a dark shade of red.

She sniffed.

“Guys, go ahead. I need to go to the bathroom”, I said to Ruby and Cassy and watched them walk away.

Okay. I actually sucked at this. Consoling people wasn’t my strength, and yet here I was. On my way to Anna.

“Hey, Anna”, I said, sitting next to her. She quickly wiped her moist eyes.

“Hey”, she greeted back.

“Is… um, everything okay?” Dumb question. Nothing was okay.

She shook her head and then big, round droplets of tears rolled down her cheeks.

I rubbed her back, listening to her soft sobs until she calmed down enough to say, “I asked Ace out for a date.”

Oh. This was… good?


“And he doesn’t ‘do dates’. Or relationships” She lifted her fingers to make quotation marks in the air.

She took a deep breath. “You know what makes me upset in all of this? It’s that I was the one making a fool out of myself. I should’ve known better.”

She turned her eyes to me. “You were right about him. He just wants fun. Friends with benefits. That’s what he told me.”

Hearing that didn’t give me the satisfaction I was hoping to get when someone told me I was right. It tasted bitter in my throat and left a tight squeeze in my chest.

I had thought he was decent guy on the Ball.

Anna snorted. “I thought he was a nice guy. Everyone loved him in Chicago. I… I respected him for what he achieved, but…” She shook her head, cramping her textbook.

What he achieved? No idea what she meant. Maybe she silently applauded him each time he’d passed a test.

I wanted to ask her but she was already on the edge. Besides, she was probably just overreacting with her statements.

Friends with benefits.

So Anna would apparently too good to be the slutty kind of friend, but I would be fine? 

A hot burn formed in my throat, making my heart pound with anger.

I placed my hand over Anna’s. “The girls and I are in the library. If you want, you can join us there.”

She shook her head. “Thanks for the offer. But I’m going home. I’m just waiting for Philips so I can hand in my report.”

Before we parted, I tried to give her some encouraging word, but except for a “he’s not worth your time” and a “don’t think about him, he’s an idiot” I didn’t quite know what else to say.

Yep, I was such a good help.

Sighing, I met the girls in one of the group rooms. I didn’t consider telling them about Anna since it was private and surely not something she’d want other people to know about.

Two hours later I put my marker away and closed my textbooks. I was proud of myself. Besides, I needed to go to the treatment room.

A patient who needed a root canal treatment was going to come and I had to prepare the materials.

Which I did. Together with the treatment that took longer than expected. I was super tired, my back hurting me when I finally finished.

I thought I was the only one left in the treatment area, but I was surprised once I heard a knock at the door.

“Yes?”, I said and the door opened. Aro was standing there, in scrubs and looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

“If you’re looking for Eric or Josh, they’re already gone”, I informed, but he just shook his head.
“Nah. I’m looking for you.” Huh?

I arched my eyebrows, waiting for the rest as he inhaled deeply. “Eric told me you’re good in chemistry.”

Double huh.

“Yeah… I think.”

He frowned. “I need to redo clin chem this semester. You have any good notes or textbooks maybe?”

Wow. This was far beyond unexpected. It must’ve taken him every bit of his pride to say this to me.

I quickly listed my options, but all of them were cruel.

I nodded. “I still have my school notes which are good for basics. Lectures notes, too. I don’t need them for now.”

He smiled. “Great.”

An awkward silence followed. “You need something else?”

“Yes. A tutor.”

Triple huh.

Surprise splayed across my whole face. Aro smirked and reached for the door handle. “Kidding”, he said over his shoulder and disappeared.

Okay, this was definitively the most awkward moment today. I sighed. Even if it hurts my ego when someone’s ingrate, I knew I had done the right thing.

The basement was dead empty when I changed back into my normal clothes.

I headed to the main entrance when I came to a halt as my least favorite person stepped out of the elevator.

The hot ball in my throat that I had felt earlier came back again.

I stormed toward him, ignoring the smug expression on his face.

“Told you, you can’t stay away from me”, Ace said before I pushed my index finger in his chest.

“Would it have killed you to take her on a date?”

He blinked a few times, probably thinking I was nuts. Maybe I was.

He cupped my elbow, but whatever he wanted to say – he stopped when he glanced at the entrance.

There was a car – a black limousine. A freaking black limousine.

The driver opened the door and made his way to the back door, opening it for a woman. A young woman. A beautiful young woman.

Blond and tall with shades on her eyes and those kinds of high heels that other women would kill to have.

I snapped out of my stare and glanced at Ace. His lips were a thin line, his eyes as hard as steel. 

The blonde made her way through the door, her phone in her hand. “No, I just got here. Ugh, this place is so… tedious. And it already smells like a hospital in the hallway. Okay, I’ll call you later. Bye”, she hung up, removing her sunglasses.

Her eyes lingered on us, or rather Ace, as she made her way to us.

She opened her mouth, but he hissed, “What the fuck are you doing here, Victoria?”

She grinned widely. “Nice to see you too, Ace. You look good. You have a new haircut?” She reached to touch his hair, but he released my arm to capture her hand.

“Maybe I wasn’t clear the first time. What the fuck are you doing here?”

He let go of her hand while I looked at her like a deer staring into headlights.

As if she just noticed someone else standing next to Ace, she stretched out her hand to me.

“Hi, I’m Victoria McHugh.”

“Cecily”, I mumbled, numbly shaking her hand.

Her lips pulled to a vicious smile when she looked from me to Ace and back to me.

She laughed. High and shrill and somehow my ears didn’t like that sound at all.

“Seriously, Ace?”

When she stopped laughing her ass off about I didn’t know what, she said, “Don’t tell me you’re my fiancé’s new pet.”










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