COMMOTION PART 1-E

Ace Wagner and Astrid stepped out of the car and shocked the soul of Butler Lionel. Ace stared daggers at him, while Astrid winked at Butler Lionel. Ace told Gordon to follow him inside, in case he needed back up. Gordon was trembling by now. He had a wealth of experience with Ace Wagner's attitude but this past 2 weeks he has been unpredictable.

For instance, buying lipsticks for a girl, shopping for a girl, and he never had a girl (besides his mother and sister ) sitting in the Maybach Mercedes before. But today he witnesses him cradling Astrid and making out with her. He wondered if the sun will rise in the west tomorrow. Could it be that he was falling in love with her? Gordon shook his head, believing him to be incapable.

`Is she inside? Jane', Ace asked Butler Lionel.

`Yes sir, May I ask-',

`Keep your questions for next time', he seethed at him. Ace wanted to get this done and over with. He wanted to give Astrid a full tour of the house and make out with her later. A full-blown make-out session with no skimping.

Astrid gave a hopeless look and mouthed sorry at him before Ace whisked her into the house. His eyes were constantly glancing at her. Those goddamn lips are killing me!

He walked into the hall, holding Astrid's hands who was having difficulty walking in heels. He stopped right at the corner and told her to take a deep breath and walked in (keeping Astrid behind his back). Gordon kept his distance.

Mrs Roselle Wagner wore a dark green dress that reached her knees pairing it with a matching necklace. She sat facing Jane Dixon, dressed demurely in a white sleeveless fit and flare Calvin Klein dress with a single bracelet on her hand. Both were chatting animatedly, before Ace Wagner walked closer to their sofa and cleared his throat, keeping in mind to `hide' Astrid.

Mrs Roselle, with a smile, turn to look at Ace and her smile faded abruptly. `Ace?'.

She stood up, prompting Jane to turn her face into Mrs Roselle's direction and her mouth hung open.

`What happened to you.? Your shirt…and…what..what is that hideous mark?', Mrs Roselle was aghast looking at his son's dishevelled hair and shirt. Not to miss lipstick marks on his shirt!

`What do you think mom?', he smiled courteously at Jane Dixon and swipe his hand through his hair.

`You dare!', she was livid by now. Her plans ruined!

`I got carried away and before I knew it, Gordon had to pull me apart, isn't that right?' Ace turned to look at Gordon. Astrid snickered.

`Yes sir. I mean ma'am.', Gordon looked at the carpeted floor, avoiding eye contact.

`But..but…I thought you were single!'. Mrs Roselle shouted. `Why didn't you say so!!' her fists were balled in anger.

Ace yanked Astrid's hand and she stumbled forward. She looked stunning in the blue denim Versace dress hugging her curves coupled with red alluring lips. Ace held her waist tightly.

`Hi, Mrs Roselle', she mumbled timidly.

`You!' Mrs Roselle pointed her finger at Astrid and she flinched in fear.

`Don't 'you' her, mom. Jane meets Astrid. Astrid meets Jane', Ace introduced both the ladies without an ounce of guilt or shame. He kept a blank face to show his displeasure of having Jane Dixon.

Jane Dixon was utterly humiliated. She stood up and looked at the couple in front of her. She had to admit both looked got together. She had lovely pale brown eyes and her dimple added to her beauty. Jane had seen Ace a couple of times at dinner functions and gala but seeing him up close with a girl surprised her. Ace rarely interacted with a girl. He was the total opposite of Hadwin.

`How long have you been going out with my son?', she questioned her with disgust.

Mrs Roselle's face of revulsion had angered Astrid who opened her mouth to retort but Ace beat her to it.

`As long as I can remember mom. Now if you excuse me, I would like to continue where I left before Gordon butted in.', Ace stole a glance at Gordon who had his head down all this while. Good, serves him right!

He spun on his shoes, with Astrid in tow before Jane Dixon spoke,

`Don't worry Mrs Roselle, a tramp can only leave a mark on him. And I don't want to be that' Jane smirked at Astrid.

Both Ace and Astrid stopped in their tracks. Astrid went bat shit crazy after that. She speeds walked towards Jane to give a piece of her mind.

`Your momma must have knocked your prim ass brain when you were a baby.' Astrid touted. `You don't get to call anyone tramp when you are selling your whore ass here to what's already mine', she pointed at Ace. Ace gulped. This is spiralling out of hand now, he thought.

Ace's eyes caught the attention of Gordon and he pointed his head towards Astrid but Gordon shook his head and shrugged his shoulder indicating he did not know how to placate them. Ace wondered what he would say if his bonus were cut in half.

`How dare you tramp!', Jane was screaming by now.

`Well this tramp got the hunkiest vampire out there and you are bitch jealous,' Astrid was on a level with Jane, just a foot apart.

`No, I am not, bitch. You came in looking like first-class bitch on heat!', Jane inched closer losing her temper and her ladylike mannerism.

`Oh, yes you are jealous as fuck. You just can't believe he choose to MAKE OUT with me when you were having wet dreams about him', Astrid's anger was rolling out in waves.

Mrs Roselle was stunned silent at the scene unfolding before her eyes.

`I don't care if he screws you, but I am more suitable than a whore like you!' Jane lurched forwards to fight with Astrid, but Ace was quicker. He pulled Astrid to his chest blocking her from Jane Dixon.

`You went over the line calling my woman names, Jane Dixon. If I were you, I'd leave before I cause further damage.' Ace's eyes were cold, devoid of any emotions and he stared icily at Jane.

`Your entire family is crazy shit', she didn't bother to acknowledge Mrs. Roselle and ran to the exit, with Butler Lionel assisting her.

`Are you okay Astrid?', Ace turned to look at Astrid who was quiet. Her face was blank as a paper. She must have been upset with the words directed at her. No one likes being insulted, that too in front of an audience that you barely know or care. 

She shoved him away, still angry. Ace got upset. He didn't want her to leave. He wanted to spend more time getting to know her better.

`Don't drag me in your ass shit playdates', she snarled at him before turning to Mrs. Roselle and apologizing, bowing slightly.

Mrs. Roselle blinked at her and Ace before leaving the hall without a word. She needs to speak to Ace Wagner tomorrow. Gordon excused himself, not willing to witness any more fights or involve himself in it. Butler Lionel had to calm his poor heart and hoped to have a conversation with Astrid, knowing full well Ace despised him anywhere near her.