Chapter 91: 91 ~ Mira
It was shameful to admit that this man still had an effect on me after all this time. Two years was not a long a time but it was enough to hate him. So why did I start questioning my hatred for him so quickly?
This was just the first time since I saw him. To make my plans work, I had to see him more often.
There was no telling what I would do as the time went on.
I had to get my head in the game.
"Snap out of it Mira. Remember everything he put you through. Remember what his father did." I told myself as I splashed water on my face that night.
Massimo and I left before the auction ended. There was nothing left to do there
We had gotten what we wanted. Jace had seen me with him and realized I was back in town. Now we wait.
When he eventually makes the first move, that’s when I’d have to play my cards right to get him eating right out of my palm.
That night, sordid thoughts of Jace and I filled my mind as I tried to get myself to sleep.
"Snap out of it, Mira!" I yelled at myself after the thoughts wouldn’t let me sleep.
I suddenly began to reconsider if coming here was a good idea.
With my head in my hands, eyes shut, I whispered, "I can do this."
I tossed and turned until I eventually found a way to get some sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I foolishly expected to see a text or call from him already.
It was too soon.
"It’s not like he even has my number." I muttered to myself. But then this was Jace, he could find anyone within the blink of an eye if he wanted.
How come he didn’t find you for two years? My inner self taunted me.
Maybe he didn’t care enough to look. Besides, Donna Carmela ensured that he wouldn’t find me. That woman was capable of anything.
Now that I was back in America, I made a mental note to go and visit her. At least to show that I was no longer in hiding. Our relationship had been cordial since I left. She left a few messages from me every now and then and it was all good.
She was not the enemy. Her son was.
My chef had made breakfast for me.
I smelt the scent of toast, eggs and coffee. My stomach rumbled in response, and that was when I realized I skipped dinner.
I took a bite of toast and sipped on my coffee as I scrolled through my phone absentmindedly.
"Ma’am, you have a package." The housekeeper said.
I looked up and followed her gaze to the medium sized bouquet of white roses.
My breath hitched softly.
White roses.
"Who are they from?"
The answer was pretty obvious but I asked anyways.
"There’s a card," she said as she brought them to me. I sniffed the flowers and sighed as the memories came flooding back.
I took out the card and read it;
’It was nice seeing you again.
~J.R ’
I bit back a grin. Someone obviously couldn’t get over the sight of me. Who would have thought he missed me this much?
I guess my plan was already in motion. I did not have to wait too long too.
"Take it away please. Just find a random vase and put it in." I said.
"Yes ma’am."
I went on with my day, not letting the gesture stay on my mind for too long.
I hadn’t heard from Massimo so I figured he was occupied with other things.
Since I was bored and didn’t have the energy to go anywhere else, I decided to arrange my closet. It was a mess. It looked like a hurricane ran through it as I tried to prepare for the function the previous night.
As I cleaned, I stumbled on a very interesting piece of jewelry that reminded me of the one I had gotten as a gift from Jace on one of those random days when he decided to be sweet.
Before him, I didn’t think I would ever experience a fancy or tasteful life and now years after, I had experienced more luxuries than I could ever imagine. But at what cost?
It was bittersweet feeling.
I tried on the earrings and stared at myself in the mirror. Then I stopped myself in my thoughts and continued organizing. That was when I stumbled on a red lingerie piece that looked similar to the one I wore while we were in the Maldives. When I shopped for it weeks back, I couldn’t tell they were similar until now.
~Flashback~
My breath quickened as he tied my hands to the bed stand. I watched with bated breath as he took of his shirt. I wanted to run my hands over those abs but I couldn’t.
He spread my legs apart with his knees and when his thumb caressed my clit, I knew it wouldn’t take long until I explode.
Jace’s lips trailed over my neck, he teased my lips with kisses, not deepening them until he heard me whine in protest.
When he pumped his fingers into me, I shut my eyes and moaned.
His tongue ran over my nipples through the lace of my lingerie.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
"Fuck me, please." I begged. I needed him to scratch my itch by filling me with his cock.
"You want that?" He rasped out, spreading my thighs further apart as he hung my legs over his shoulder.
"Yes." I breathed out in anticipation.
He slammed into me.
~Flashback over~
My thighs clenched as my panties were soaked.
"Fuck," I cussed under my breath.
Why did I have to let my mind wander that far? I really needed to get laid by someone so I could get him out of my system.
~
By evening, there was a knock on my door, accompanied by the ring of the doorbell.
My staff had closed for the day so I wondered if they forgot anything.
I got to the door and peeped through the keyhole.
My heart skipped a beat.
"How did you find me?" I asked as soon as I opened the door.
He smirked slightly. "Seems like you’ve forgotten who I am."
I fought back an eye roll.
"What do you want Jace?"
"I want us to talk."
"About?"
He sighed. "A lot of things,"
I scoffed. "Well, I do not want to talk to you. Leave."
"Mira,"
"It’s Maya to you." I corrected him.
"You know I’m never calling you that," he said cockily.
I let out an exasperated sigh.
"You’re not going to offer me a seat? You hate me that much?"
"Take a wild guess," I retorted.
"Mirabel," he tried to reach for my hand and I dodged his touch like it would burn.
I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes but it was gone as soon as it appeared.
Jace cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pockets instead.
Better. There was no telling the effect his touch could have on me.
"I don’t have all evening Jace," I mumbled audibly.
"Neither do I. I just wanted to know how you’re doing."
"As you can see, I’m doing great."
"I see that," he swallowed and nodded, looking around my living room. "You’re with Massimo now?"
I knew that my answer would probably get to him but that was the point right?
"Yes I am."
"You do realize, we’re still married right?"
I scowled. I was too sentimental. I should have filed for the divorce a long time ago but I got carried away by other things especially because I wanted to remain in hiding.
How could I forget this major detail?
"Yes we’re separated but not divorced." He said, seeing the expression on my face.
I was defiant. "So? That’s the more reason why we should get it done and over with. We’ve been apart long enough."
"No."
I frowned. "No?"
"You heard me."
"I still want you."
I was taken aback by his directness. The Jace I used to know would never express himself like this.
"I’m with someone else."
"I don’t believe that."
"Well that’s none of my business." I shrugged nonchalantly even when my insides seemed to be churning.
"Listen, Mira-"
"Jace you need to leave. Massimo would be here any minute from now and I don’t want him seeing you here."
That was obviously a lie and I hoped he wouldn’t see through it.
"I don’t care."
"I’m going to call security and you’ll be plastered on the news for harassment. Aren’t you trying to salvage your public image?" I threatened him in a calm tone.
He looked incredibly stunned.
"You’ve changed," he whispered.
"Glad you finally get the memo." I responded sarcastically.
Turning, I went and held the door open, gesturing for him to leave.
He walked to the door and paused, staring intently at me before stepping outside.
"Jace?" I called out to him as he started walking away.
He paused and turned slowly.
"Thanks for the flowers." I stated before slamming the door in his face.
I sighed as fulfillment coursed through my veins. That felt really good.