I walk in through the front door with grocery bags in my hands and new clothes. I was out shopping for my aunt and Miyah for a good hour. And now it's dark out.

I drop the clothing bags by the stairs, deciding on taking it up later and walk into the kitchen.

My lips pull upwards into a wide smile, seeing Ace with Miyah in his arms asking her what she wants on her sandwich.

"Sprinkles." Miyah says.

"You can't have that on your sandwich you weirdo." He says, shaking his head at her.

They haven't noticed me yet so I put the bags to the side and quietly sit on the barstool, watching them with amusement.

"Candy floss?" She says, tilting her head.

"That's disgusting." He grimaces, opening the fridge.

"You disgusting." She glares at him and I smile at her mispronunciation of her words.

"You hurt my feelings." He says, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

"Boohoo." She giggles as he rolls his eyes, smiling at her.

He suddenly flips her upside down, gripping her ankles and shaking her side to side slightly as she laughs loudly, "Say you're sorry for being mean." He says.

"No." She laughs adorably then gasps when she sees me, "Rivy!" She grins widely.

"Having fun there?" I say, tilting my head to meet her gaze.

"Ace won't put sprinkles on my sandwich." She frowns as Ace turns her upright.

"What a loser." I gape at him in disbelief.

"Sprinkles." She demands, glaring at him as she points to the sandwich that is on a plate.

"Don't come crying to me when it taste like sh-"

"Language." I warn, raising an eyebrow at him.

"You can't say much." He scoffs, putting sprinkles on her sandwich.

"Shut up."

He puts Miyah on the floor and gives her the plate, "Thanks." She says, grinning up at him.

"No problem, princess." He says, smiling down at her with his dimples.

I get off the barstool and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist as he kisses my forehead. We both watch as Miyah takes a bite out of her sandwich, chewing it slowly. We exchange knowing looks when she starts grimacing.

"Tastes like doodoo." She whines, pushing the plate away so I take it, shaking my head and throwing it in the bin.

"I did tell you." Ace sighs.

Miyah punches his leg and glares up at him, "Fight me loser." She says, putting her fists in front of her face.

I think Ace is the only person Miyah has warmed up to so quickly. It took her a while to warm up to other people so she must be comfortable with him. And I'm happy that she is.

"I won't go easy on you." He jokes.

"I'm gonna to do some 'erious damage." She says, punching his leg again as he chuckles, pushing her gently.

"Okay that's enough you two." I sigh, picking Miyah up and giving her a bottle of milk I warmed up.

She takes the bottle of me and starts drinking it so I cradle her in my arms. She makes grabby hands towards the stairs which means she wants her mother so I kiss Ace's cheek and walk over to the stairs.

I walk towards the spare bedroom, seeing the lights off. I open the door and quietly walk inside as Miyah's eyelids begin to close. Gently, I place Miyah next to my aunt in the bed and take the bottle of her before walking out the room.

I walk back downstairs and clean up the kitchen before going up to mine and Ace's room.

I walk into our room, going straight over to where he is laying in bed with his phone in hands. He grunts when I jump on top of him.

"You fatass." He groans, playfully pushing me off him.

"You like my fatass." I smirk, sitting up and straddling him.

He squeezes my ass and bites his bottom lip, staring at me with his noticeably darkened eyes, "Mhm." He hums.

"You pervert." I slap his chest playfully, gaping at him.

"Shut up." He says, gripping my throat and running his thumb along the base of it.

Our eyes remain on each others. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip slowly, dropping his dark gaze to my mouth. My eyes drop down to his lips and I find myself leaning closer to his face.

Our hot breaths fan against each others lips. We slowly lean in closer and connect our lips in a slow kiss. He slips his tongue inside my mouth, dominating and claiming it with possession that knocks the air out of my lungs.

He has this certain way of kissing me. Like I'm a drug that he can't get enough of. His kisses are always dominate and possessive. His lips are always soft and warm as he claims my mouth with his tongue. The stubble covering his sharp jawline is always rough against my palms as I run my hands along it.

Fuck me this man could kiss.

When we pull way, we're both breathing heavily as we try and catch out breaths.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pins me to the bed, laying his head on my chest. I trail my fingers through his curls and kiss the top of his head.

"I need a haircut." He mumbles.

"Let me cut it for you." I say. His new growth of hair covers his eyes slightly and is usually styled into curtains.

"I'll be bald by the end of it. Hard pass." He says.

"So dramatic," I scoff, "Please can I cut your hair,
darling?"

"Fine." He sighs.

"Now?" I grin widely, sitting up. I'm gonna shave all of his hair off.

Kidding. He'll kill me.

"If you want to." He says, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Let's go." I get off the bed and drag him to the bathroom with me.

I tell him to sit on the floor by the bathtub so he does. I turn on the shower, making sure the temperature is right before leaning his head back against the tub.

I wrap a towel around his neck and rinse his hair out gently. A contended smile plays on his lips as his gaze stays on mine.

I half my movements when I sense his gaze, "What?"

"Nothing." He whispers softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I smile down at him.

I peck his lips and continue washing his hair. He holds my hips as I reach over and grab the scissors off the side. He lifts his head up off the tub and sits himself up.

"Don't move or I'll fuck up your hair." I warn him, sitting myself on his lap.

"Now I have to move." He groans, sliding his hands down my thighs.

"Well don't mister." I say, bringing his hair down to cover his eyes slightly.

"You look good on top of me, tesoro." He smirks, squeezing my thighs.

My cheeks flush and a pleasant shiver shocks through my body, "Now is not the time, Ace." I sigh, shaking my head at him as I cut his hair with concentration.

"It's always the time when it comes to you." He says lowly, licking his lips.

I adjust myself on his lap, purposely brushing my ass against his erection which makes him groan. His grip on me tightens and I smirk.

"No moving." I whisper when he starts moving slightly to adjust himself.

"Fuck." He says under his breath, closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath. "You're such a goddamn tease."

"You love it." I say as he smirks slightly.

I run my hands through his hair and brush it away from his eyes to see how it looks. I smile widely, getting up from his lap.

"Like it?" I ask as he stands in front of the mirror, running his hands through his hair.

"Love it." He grins, kissing my cheek.

xXx

"I just don't understand why you have to dress so fancy." I scoff, rolling my eyes as I watch him latch his diamond watch around his wrist.

"I'm meeting up with business investors, amore mio. I can't walk in there looking like shit." He sighs, walking over to me.

"You're wearing your expensive shoes. Expensive suit. Expensive jewellery and cologne. Their wives are no doubt gonna be checking you out and I don't want them looking at what's mine." I grumble.

He was wearing an all black suit paired with his expensive Italian shoes. A white diamond chain was wrapped around his neck and he was wearing matching studs to go with it along with a heavy diamond watch on his wrist. His hair isn't in its usual messy state because instead it's styled to perfection. Fuck, he is perfection.

My man.

He chuckles, cupping my cheeks, "The only person I'm trying to impress is you, malyshka. Plus, I'm not wearing this for them. It's for their arrogant husbands."

I wrap my arms around his neck, pecking his lips, "I'm beyond impressed, mr Del Rosso." I smirk, biting my lip.

"Yeah?" He whispers lowly as his minty breath fans against my lips, sending chills down my spine.

I hum, kissing his lips slowly. He wraps his arms around my waist and deepens the kiss.

"I'll be back in a few. I'm one call away if you need anything." He says as soon as we pull away. He kisses my forehead and walks out of the room.

And in 3...

2...

1.

The door opens again and he rushes back in, kissing me as I smile against his lips, "I love you." He says.

There it is. Those three words.

"I love you more."

"Impossible."