The Last Laugh

Chapter 40

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Ace's POV:

The next morning, I had so much to do that I didn't have time to go tell Heather good morning.

While I worked, I thought. Maybe I should not get too close to Heather for the moment. I might not be

able to accomplish my plan. I had to try and put my feelings for her aside for the moment. I just had to

try! I'd come back to revenge as well as for her. But I had to take care of the most important thing first.

Heather would have to wait. I had to do my best.

At lunch, I realised she wasn't around because apparently she'd gone out with Kevin.

I decided to concentrate on the mother witch. As for sawyer, she was in my trap already. I made my

way to Christina's office.

"Good morning, boss." I said, entering.

She smiled.

"Good morning, Ace."

I took a seat.

"You're not going for lunch?" I asked.

"No, I'm too busy."

"Oh. Means I'm bothering you."

She smiled.

"No, you're not. You never bother me. Though recently you've not been having my time." she raised a

brow.

I leaned closer. Her hand was on the table. I held it with both hands.

"I'm sorry. I've recently been very busy too. Forgive me."

She gave a satisfied little smile.

"I forgive you, Ace."

I smirked at her and the witch blushed a little.

"You're so beautiful." I said. She looked at me with that smirk still on her lips.

"Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me. You're a mature, independent and beautiful lady. You might think I'm

crazy," I acted nervous, "...but I have this attraction for older and mature women."

She bit her lower lip.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yes. I know it's odd but–"

"No, it's not." she put her hand on mine and caressed a little.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm a woman who loves the company of young men like yourself. Let that be our little secret."

"Okay, Christina." I pretended to look around like trying to make sure no one was around. I gathered

some courage and stood up from my seat, leaned over the table until my lips were close to her ear.

"I'm happy you just told me that..." I whispered. I could hear her rapid breathing.

"Why?" she whispered back.

"Because, Christina welds," I intentionally brushed my lips slightly against her ear. I felt her shiver a

little. Everything was so easy with such a woman.

" ...you don't know how much I think you of you everyday. How much I think of doing a lot of things." I

hissed.

"T– to me?" she stuttered like an idiot.

"Yes."

"Things like?" she asked, leaning close so my lips could brush her ear again.

"Like," I was about to say the type of shit she'd love to hear when there was a sudden knock at the

door.

I quickly regained my seat and Christina adjusted. I noticed her face was red. I smiled.

"You're red." I whispered. She smiled.

"Who's fault is it? Uh, come in!" she told the person at the door.

An employee came in to give her some information. I excused myself and left.

There. That little act I'd put up in front of her was enough to leave her thinking for days. Or nights.

I was going for lunch too when I received an SMS from Heather. My heart skipped. I read the text:

-Hey, Ace. I know I didn't win the bet but I feel uncomfortable having sent you my picture. And so

please send yours so we can be equal.-

I smiled to myself. With pleasure.

-Sure-

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Heather's POV:

I was at a restaurant with Kevin for lunch. He just kept on talking about himself, boring the hell out of

me. And so while he spoke, I sent an SMS to Ace asking him to send me a pic too. I was bored and felt

like talking to him a little. I was actually kidding and didn't really expect him to send me a picture

because I'd actually lost the bet. When he replied sure, I knew he was going to send one.

A minute after, my phone biped a knew SMS. Ace. My heart skipped for nothing. I opened it. It read:

-I don't have a lot of my pictures in my phone. But, I found one on which I'm not that bad. Though I'm

not smiling on it. Should I still send it?-

-Yes!-

I didn't waste time to reply.

I waited another minute and my phone biped again.

"Are you listening to me?" Kevin asked, causing me to look up.

"Yes, honey. I am." I lied.

"Okay. I as was saying..." he went on with blabbering.

I loaded the pic and waited. Soon it appeared.

"Gosh." I whispered suddenly out of breath. Ace was so handsome! He looked like a model on that

picture. I felt my heartbeat increase for no reason. He was cute, yet sexy at the same time. I felt my

cheeks burn red just by looking at his picture.

"Why are you blushing? What are you looking at on your phone??" Kevin's odd voice snapped me out

of my thoughts. I looked at him.

"Me?"

"Yes you, sweetheart."

"Oh, n– nothing. I'm just feeling a little feverish."

"Oh. Should we go to a pharmacy?"

"No, no. I'll be fine. Go on."

"Okay. I now..." he kept on talking and I returned my gaze to my phone. I texted Ace.

-Go for modeling. Piece of advice :-D-

A minute later he replied.

-Modeling? I'm not sexy enough :-(-

I smiled to myself.

-Yes, you're sexy.-

He replied soon.

-I know. I wanted to you to say it B-). And you did. You just made my day, boss. ;-)-

I giggled lowly and put my phone away. I had a feeling Ace and I were gonna be very good friends.