Opening the door of the apartment felt like a relief from my day of work. The apartment was dark. All I could see were the lights from the buildings. Living in an apartment in New York had its perks. I put my hand bag on the dining table as I walked to the huge window panes. The lights from the distant buildings would always amaze me. I knew that I would never get tired of this. I wrapped my arms around myself and turned my head to see that one of the smaller windows in the kitchen was open. Goosebumps rose on my skin as the chilling air touched my skin.

　　I walked to it, then closed the window. I looked at my reflection in the glass. I haven't changed much for the past five years. My black hair were a little longer and wavy. I was wearing a black dress that was body clinging. Moving to New York was one of the best choices that I took. I was able to pursue my dream here.

　　Becoming an author.

　　I made my way to the study room. This was a daily routine. The lights in the hallway were on. Pictures were hanging on the wall. I pushed open the door of the study room. The walls were plain white and all the furnitures in there, were black. There were a few plants pots in the corners of the room. My eyes scanned the area until it fell on the person that I wanted to see.

　　My boyfriend.

　　Ace Carter was sitting behind his desk with his earphones on. I had my desk just next to his. I drank in the sight that there was in front of me. Ace ran his hand in his dark brown hair and sighed. He had become such a perfectionist when it came to his work. Ace had all his works opened in front of him and his eyes switched from his screen to his works. His veins on his hand while he held the pen, made me internally swoon.

　　Sue me for loving veiny hands.

　　Hands. Nothing else.

　　Ace was an architect and interior designer. Who would have thought that the bad boy who used to tag the principle's office would have his own architectural business? The pride that I felt inside of my indescribable. I felt like a creep as I stared at him. His sleeves were rolled up and all his tattoos were at full display. During the past five years that we have been together, Ace accrued a huge number of tattoos. He picked up his phone, then dialled something. After a few seconds, I heard my phone ringing in the dining room where I left my hand bag. Ace turned around and saw me standing by the door. He quickly ended the call.

　　"How long have you been standing here?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the left as he stared at me. He had a well-trimmed beard that I absolutely loved.

　　"Long enough" I answered with a smile. He pulled out his earphones, then put them on the table. He inhaled deeply, them motioned me to come to him. "You look tired" I noted as I walked to him.

　　"And you look ravishing" He whispered as I sat on his lap. He lightly pecked my lips, then rested his head in the crook of my neck.

　　"You should stop working at work" I told him. "When you're done in the office, you come home and rest! Not work" I said. Ace lifted his head to look at me with his beautiful grey eyes.

　　"Come home earlier" He told me, then gently lifted me so that I was straddling him. My dress lifted up, making me hum in appreciation. I kissed his forehead and ran my fingers in his hair while breathing in his scent. Ace was my home. I was such a wrecked before meeting him but he saved me.

　　"I love you" I whispered loud enough for him to hear. He stared at me, a smile forming on his face. His eyes moved to my lips as he lifted my dress higher. I rolled my eyes then playfully smacked his hand. "Bad boy" I scolded.

　　"Man" He corrected. His smile soon disappeared and a frown appeared instead. I could feel his hand going to my ass where it stopped for a few seconds. He cleared his throat, then turned me slightly. He then proceeded in groaning in annoyance. "Why are you wearing this?" He asked.

　　"Because I bought them?" I retorted. I was wearing my burgundy string thong. He hated that I would wear that when he was not around. Should I mention that he loved that colour on me? He pushed the string side way, then looked at my ass cheek.

　　"You'll have to bear the consequences now" He whispered huskily, making me jump when he pinched my skin. He knew that I would like it when he would be rough and loving at the same time.

　　"Ace" I started but it ended in a moan.

　　"You know you want me" Ace moaned.

　　"You know I want ya" I sang, making him chuckle.

　　"No, Seriously" He breathed. "You just made me hard" He moved slightly. I felt his boner and that was enough to make wet. I lifted myself up, pulled his zipper down and lowered his pants when he lifted his ass so that I would get easy access.

　　"You know I can't resist you" I whispered in his ear and watched as goosebumps rise on his skin. His grey eyes turned slightly darker in want. He moved my burgundy string thong, then quickly plunged inside of me. I moaned at how big he was. It's been five fucking years and each time he would thrust in me, I felt like his dick had grown bigger.

　　"I fucking love you" Ace swore with each and every thrust. I dug my nails in his skin by his neck and moaned even louder.

　　This was my life.