The Last Laugh

Chapter 38

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Sawyer's POV:

I was in my office when an angry looking Kevin stormed in.

"Hey, learn to knock." I stated.

"There's something you have to tell me!" Kevin growled angrily, hitting my table with both hands.

I frowned, confused, and looked up at him.

"What's wrong, Kevin?"

"Oh, don't ask me that! You know very well!" he hit my table again, angrily.

"Hey, hey, hey, if you hit my table again, I'll slap the fuck outta you." I said casually. He stared at me, his

face red with anger.

"Kevin, sit down and explain." I told him.

What was getting him so annoyed?

He sat down.

"Can you tell me,"

"Yes?" I replied

"Why the fuck your secretary is coincidentally called Ace??"

Oops. I stared at him silently.

"Yes, he's called Ace and so??" I tried to act innocent.

"And so?? And so?? I searched on the internet for your so-called popular, American chef and his show

and guess what?"

I didn't answer. I felt amused at his reaction but I tried my best not to laugh.

"What, Kevin?"

"He does not exist! Neither does his show! Sawyer, tell me the truth. You moaned 'Ace' the whole night

while we had sex. And the only Ace I know so far is your secretary!"

I smirked.

"And what makes you so sure that he's the one??"

"Don't take me for a fool, Sawyer. I'm not stupid."

I smiled.

"Fine. Yes, he's the one. So what??"

Kevin's face became even more red with anger.

"So what??" he repeated.

"Yes. Tell me, Kevin. Are you jealous?" I asked, amused.

When he didn't reply, I giggled.

"You're jealous?? Hahahaha. You have no right, sweety pie, to be jealous." I stood up and went over to

him. "Kevin." I caressed his face.

He pushed my hand away. I laughed.

"We're not dating, we're not in love and we'll probably never be. You're just my favorite fuck toy." I held

his chin and made him look at me in the eyes, "Don't you ever dare interfere in my other relationships

okay?"

"But Sawyer–"

"Hush! We had an agreement. We only sleep together."

"But what if I'm beginning to have feelings for you??"

I burst out laughing and returned to my seat.

"Feelings?? Are you serious?? Oh my gosh, fuck you. You're so funny." I giggled. He looked at me like

I was heartless.

"Now listen." I stated, "Don't you ever get uselessly jealous like you did today. Or, you put a big cross

on our little relationship. Now get out."

Kevin stared at me like he was gonna kill me.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Hum! I guess I'll have to end our so-called relationship. Maybe

that'll make both of us feel better." Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"No!" he suddenly exclaimed.

"Excuse me?"

"No, don't end it. I'm sorry."

I smirked and went over to him again.

"Good boy." I leaned in and gave him a slow passionate kiss, "That better?"

"Y– yes."

"Nice. How 'bout I come to your house after work today and give you a lil something."

His eyes brightened.

"Yes, please."

"Then so be it. Now leave."

I watched him stand and leave my office. I laughed to myself. Most men I'd had in my life were the

same. I'd always had them begging at my feet and following me around like dogs. And, I'd always been

the dominant. I loved to be in control.

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Ace's POV:

That night, I lay on my bed, thinking. Thinking about a lot of things. What would life had been like if my

dad or uncle Ken hadn't died? I tried not to feel depressed.

I wished I could talk to Heather. I was somewhat bored. I decided to go eat at a McDonald snack. I got

my car keys and wallet. I then went to Keith's apartment to ask if he wanted to join me, on reaching

there I met max who'd just arrived to visit. They both joined me.

"We're taking my car." I told them.

"Okay, dude."

It was seven pm.

*

We drove through town and reached McDonalds. We got a table and ordered.

We got seats by the window and sat down to eat our burgers and fries.

"So how's work on your side at PW? Mine is stressful as ever." Keith complained.

"Same here." Max added.

"I can't really tell. For the moment, everything is okay." I replied, sipping a bit of my Pepsi.

"Normal to say. You've got a hottie working with ya. That Sawyer chick."

"Really??" Max looked at me.

"She might be hot but she's very disgusting. Trust me."

"Hm, oh well."

We went on chatting and laughing until Max drew our attention to something.

"Damn! Look at those babes!" he exclaimed. We both turned to see.

It was Heather. And that friend of hers, Shirley.

They had their trays of food and made their way to a table on the other side. I felt my heart skip.

"Heather?" I mumbled.

The boys looked at me.

"You know her??" Keith asked.

"That's Sawyer's older sister. Heather. She works with me too."

"Man. She's hotter, look at that body." Max cooed.

"I know right. Drives me crazy every single time." I replied dreamily while I watched her settle with her

friend.

"Dude, what are you waiting for?? You seem to appreciate her more than Sawyer."

"I'm on it. Trust me." I looked at her laugh. So beautiful.

"Go over there. Now." Keith stated, noticing the way I looked at her.

"Right." I got my tray and went over to her table.

"Hi, Heather." I said with a smile. She looked up at me surprised.

"Ace? H– hi." she said with a shy smile. I felt Shirley staring at me so I turned to her too.

"Hi, Shirley."

"Oh, you remember me? Hi, Ace."

"Um, sit down." Heather said. I did just that, sitting across them, right in front of Heather so I could look

at her face while we discussed.

"You came with friends?" she asked.

"Yeah."

I pointed at them. The boys waved and they waved back.

"I was supposed to eat with them but when I saw you, I changed my mind." I smirked at her and she

blushed, "And don't worry, they don't mind."

"Omg." Shirley whispered a little too loud and I chuckled. Heather laughed a little at her friend's

reaction.

"Um, before y'all laugh at me again, lemme go join your friends, Ace." she took her tray and stood up,

"If you need me Heather, I'll be the other side."

"Oh, um– okay."

When Shirley left, Heather looked at me with a cute smile.

"Only the both of us now." she said.

"Exactly." I smiled and she blushed.