Chapter 12
Read The Trap Of Ace [by Eva Zahan] Chapter 12 – I set the papers aside where my designs were
printed on, and picked up my phone after it red for the second time. A smile etched into my face
seeing the caller ID.
“It took you a whole week to call me?”
“And it took you two rings to pick up the phone?”
I chuckled. “I was working on some designs. Anyway, what’s up with you? How’s the job going?”
Since Warner had left for Seattle for his new job and I returned to California, it was our first conversation
in this whole week.
“You’re working on weekends? And yes, everything is going smooth. Life has never been this good.
Though, the work is hard.”
“d to hear that,” I said. If only my life was a little better. “And yes, but it’s not official work. Just some
of my ideas I needed to polish.”
“About office, how’s it going? I hope you still don’t have any problem staying in California, do you?” he
asked. He didn’t know where I was working.
And what do I tell him? All of this was still so confusing to me.
“Office is good. I’ve to work here for at least three months until I decide to think of something else,” I
replied, absentmindedly. Office was good because I hadn’t seen him in the whole three days. Never even
once he visited after that day, when he ordered me to have lunch with him. Of course, I denied. And the
nerve of him, he sent Carter again to the canteen to deliver me the food he got for lunch!
You should eat homemade food, canteen’s stuff isn’t good for health. It was the message I got with the
food boxes.
And the embarrassment I felt with every pair of eyes on me out there was a whole lot different thing!
Though he didn’te to the office for three days now, the food was always on time. At first, I gave them
away to Liza and others, but then, well, I thought I shouldn’t push away food like that.
Okay fine! These dishes were heavenly. And now that I was home today, I missed it.
From what pieces of information I’d picked up from Liza and Caleb’s conversation, he was busy hunting
a new house and renovating it. Why Achilles Valencian needed a house all of a sudden?
“I don’t understand what problem do you’ve staying in that city,” he mumbled. “Anyway, I will call you
tonight. There’s a day out with my office colleagues today, so gotta go now. And, I miss you, Em. I wish
you were here.”
I smiled. “I miss you too. Don’t worry, we’ll meet soon at Tess’s wedding, you’reing, right? It’s in this
end of this month.”
“Of course, how can I miss it? I’ll definitely be there.”
“Great. Alright, you go now. Talk to youter.”
“Alright, love you!”
***
The car screeched to a halt and I got out of the car. The decorated gate weed everyone who
entered though with a big bold ‘Felicity Charity Event’ hung above. An even for some people to genuinely
donate for the poor, and for some people a way to show off.
Dad and Tobias also piled out and walked to me. Our family has been donating to this foundation every
year for the orphan kids for thest ten years. I used to attend this function every year in my childhood.
And when I heard of it organizing another event today, I tagged along with Dad and Tobias.
“Let’s go,” Dad said, leading us inside through the red carpet.
Once inside, the first thing that came into my view was a swarm of people roaming around and admiring
the fine pieces of art that’s been exhibited around the hall. A slow ssic music hummed in the
background.
“This time they they’re holding it differently. They will put these canvases and pictures on auction and
whoever wishes to donate, will buy them. Their money will directly go to the charity fund,” Tobias
exined.
I nodded. “It’s a wise way, I must say. This way more people who loves art will donate. And it will be good
for those orphan kids.”
“Yeah, and I think I’m gonna jam my walls with some today. Look at those beauties.” He pointed to the
beautiful canvases around. “Who can say no to them?”
I giggled. “I agree.”
As Dad went busy conversing with an older man, I let myself explore in the sea of people and arts.
Beautiful arts that each demanded attention. Even if I wasn’t a big fan of them, they were extremely eye-
catching.
I roamed around to admire each one of them. The colors were blended so well, it felt they’de alive at
any moment. A small boy was gaping in wonder at a picture standing beside his mother where a crimson
skinned dragon fumed ember mes through his nose and mouth, its eyes sparkled with rage and
menace. On the other hand, a middle-aged man stared at the highlighted cleavage of a woman with half
of face covered with her raven hair in a canvas.
Shaking my head, I passed him and turned to another row. But a certain painting caught my eyes. A
painting of a single rose, as crimson as blood, bloomed with its velvety petals spread around, a couple of
rosebuds facing in directions adorned it. And those tiny drops of water sparkled on the petals reminded
me of diamonds.
It was gorgeous.
“Em! See this,” Tobias called out, beckoning me to him. He stood before a painting of a mermaid with the
upper half of her floating on the water. “What do you think of this? I think she will glorify my bedroom wall
with her beauty.”
I sighed at my brother. Thank G*d that the mermaid’s chest was covered with her hair. There were
children roaming around for G*d’s sake!
“Yeah, it’s beautiful,” I said, agreeing anyway.
A friend of his called him from among a group of men.
“I’ll be back!”
As he strode to the group, I stayed back and appreciated the painting.
Suddenly I felt a presence behind me. And the wisp of the familiar cologne that tingled my nostrils had
me frozen in my ce. My heart stuttered as I felt his body heat behind me.
“You like it?” a deep voice rasped into my ear. An involuntary shiver ran down my spine.
“What’re you doing here?” I whispered, not turning to him. His house hunting was finally over?
Wait, why do I care if he was busy the whole week? Right, I don’t.
Deep chuckle. “I see, my Rosebud isn’t happy to see me here.”
I frowned. “You didn’t answer my question.”
I felt him stepping closer. “Why do peoplee to events like these?”
I shrugged, feigning not to be affected by his close proximity. “Well, most of theme to show off.”
A sharp intake of breath. And then I felt his breath on my neck. The atmosphere suddenly rose higher in
the room.
Wait, did he just smell me?
Creep!
This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.
“Trust me, sweetheart. I didn’te here to show off. I’ve much more important things to do than
wasting my time on that.” He brushed his fingers on my hip, making me jolt.
Not being able to bear the tension, I stepped away from his overwhelming presence and touch, sent him
a re and walked away with flushed cheeks. But his persistent gaze didn’t.
When the bell of the auction rang, we all gathered in the backyard of the building, under the open sky.
Rows of chairs were lined up before the huge stage for people to sit. We took our seats in the second
row. And a particr person was missing.
Was he already gone?
Good for me.
A man cleared his throat in the mike, snatching everyone’s attention to the stage. “Ladies and
gentlemen! Wee to the ‘Felicity Charity Event’ one more time! We all know the holy purpose we’re
gathered here for. So without any adieu, let’s begin the auction right away.”
A painting of a phoenix was first put for sale on the stage as the auctioneer began calling for bids. And
as the auction went on, things got heated between the bidders to win over a piece of art.
Tobias was extremely disappointed when someone else brought his mermaid’s painting with a much
higher price than him, where Dad was satisfied with a picture of mother Teresa.
And when the canvas of that blood rose got on the stage, I really wanted to bid for it. But well, my
pockets weren’t full enough to do that. I could easily ask from Dad, but if I wanted to help someone, I
wanted to do with something that I owned. So I decided to just pay them a little amount that I could afford
in checkter.
“And who wants to hold onto this gorgeous velvety rose over here?” the auctioneer asked. “The bid starts
with five thousand dors!”
“Ten thousand dors!” a man yelled out from the crowd.
“Ten thousand dors! Anyone else wants to take it home with a higher price?” queried the bid caller.
“Fifteen thousand dors!” shouted a woman.
“Fifteen thousand! Anyone else? Fifteen thousand dors! Going once! Going…”
“Seventeen thousand dors!” cried out the previous man.
“Excellent! Seventeen thousand!” Everyone started murmuring about the outrageous price for only a
mare picture of a rose. I was even surprised. That man must’ve liked it a lot. Though it was a
masterpiece. “Going once, going twice, and so…”
“One million!” a voice spoke over the babbles of the crowd from somewhere behind us. Everything went
quiet, gasps of shock echoed around as everyone nced back to see the insane person wasting a
million dors on a simple painting.
I turned around, and there he was. At thest row, sitting with his utmost ease, not a slight of care that he
just spent a load of money after a mare canvas.
Was he crazy?
Even the auctioneer watched him with bafflement. “A-are you sure, Mr. Valencian?”
He stood up and nced down at his watch. “Get it ready.” Leaving ast look at my way, he went to
sign the check his secretary handed him as every pair of eyes ogled him with awe and disbelief.
Once the auction was over, we met him outside. Dad was proud of him that he donated that much for
those kids while Tobias also appreciated him with a still sullen mood. And then I was left alone with him.
He watched me as I eyed the beautiful canvas lying on the backseat of his car.
“I didn’t know you were interested in art that much,” I said. “Why this one though? There were a lot of
paintings out there from famous artists who’d have been worth the money.” I didn’t know he’d do it just
out of kindness.
“But these weren’t what I wanted. I wanted it-” he pointed to the painting, “-so I got it.”
“Why it? Anything special you saw in it?” Shouldn’t I just walk away? But here I was, asking questions to
him out of my stupid curosity. As far as I knew, he had never been on any charity functions, let alone
donating a million in a day.
He stepped closer, his stormy grey peered into mine. “What do you see in them?”
I titled my head, my brows creasing. “I- umm, a rose?” I uttered, ncing back at the painting.
“And?” he probed.
“And…” My eyes flickered in the backseat again. “And some rosebuds…” My eyes widened as
realization set in.
“Exactly. Rosebuds and rose, that’s bloomed into a beautiful flower,” he whispered, easing closer. “Rang
a bell, Rosebud? Or, should I say, my Rose?”
My breath hitched at my throat at his words. He- he remembered. He remembered what he said to me
on my ninth birthday.
A shaky breath escaped my lips. If he remembered, then he also knew of the feelings I’d harbored for
him for all these years. I was right, he knew. He knew everything.
“You…” My gulped the lump down my throat, my heart pounding.
“Yes, I remember everything. You know why I bought it?”
I shook my head, still reeling from his revtion.
“Because the moment my eyes fell onto this rose, it became mine. And I don’t let go of anything that
belongs to me.”
A gasp slipped through my mouth. Because even though someone else would think that he was talking
about the painting, I knew he wasn’t. Because those intense grey eyes of his were on me as dered his
im.
And I don’t let go of anything that belongs to me.
Something ticked in my head as I remembered my message to himst week. It was his reply for me.
Just three months, and I will be free of this contract soon. You can’t keep me here forever
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