PASSIONATE DECEIT
Ace was standing beside his car, when Fay made it out.
His breath caught against his chest when he saw her.
It had long ago been registered in his head that there was never going to be a woman as gorgeous as she was. Yet, she had managed to make that conviction return with even more strength.
Her gown was dangerously red, in a way that didn't make her hair being the same colour, look too rioting.
It was slitted on both sides, up to her thighs. There weren't any sleeves, and the cups in the shape of a 'W' were coated with diamond stones.
On her neck was the piece his grandmother gave to her.
She wore it like she was a true Atticus.
Staring at her was like staring at the sun. The way she shone was almost detrimental to his vision.
For a moment, he completely forgot his plans for revenge.
There was a pull that wanted him on his knees, begging for the scraps of whatever she had to offer.