"Are you being serious right now?" Tori’s voice vibrated from the speaker.
"Yes, I am..."
A sharp sigh followed, and a pause, a long one. I have just told her everything that has happened, leaving nothing out.
"Tori?"
"You’re really gonna do this, huh? Really?"
"Yes."
I have never been so sure and confident about sothing.
"It’s gonna be that circus all over again," she stated.
My eyes moved when Ares walked into the lounge, fixing his cufflinks. God... I never realized how much I missed seeing him in a three-piece tailored suit until now.
He was too damn sexy. How the expensive fabric was mouthwatering sheathed around him should be a cri against nature, because no other man can look that good.
"No..." I replied to Tori. "It’s gonna be different."
"I hope so... because I don’t wanna lose my best friend again. I don’t think I can handle that."
"You won’t ever lose again. I promise."
I could sohow sense she was teary-eyed, and it made feel like slapping myself. This was hard for her, and my guilt still lingered.
"I’m sorry..." I voiced. "I know that’s not gonna erase anything or what happened."
"Don’t bla yourself, girl. I’m excited to see you. Do you want to co over when you get here?"
"I’ll co to the pub. I need to get Es settled in first. This is all so fast, so I wanna take my ti."
"Okay. I can’t wait to see her..."
"She’s eager. Trust ."
Tori chuckled. "Bye.
"Bye."
The call ended, and I took the phone off my ear. Her words settled in, and it made realize that I wasn’t coming back as a Catherine Lane or Walker but as a King.
I was once a King, yes, but this right now was the real deal, and to be honest, it had weighed on my mind greatly. Back to Midnight City. It was surreal.
"What are you thinking?"
I moved my eyes to Ares, now sitting opposite .
"Guess. Wrong answers only."
"A wedding"
"W-What?"
"You want one, don’t you?"
That was not what I had in my mind.
"We could have had one in Rosevale, with your grandparents."
"I-I don’t want a wedding. I an..." I raised my finger. "This already proves enough. Honestly speaking, Granny was the one who was always geared about things like that, and maybe I was too once, but now... I don’t need that to prove what I already know..."
"Prove what?"
I played with the ring before I peered at him through my lashes. "I’m yours, and you’re mine."
I observed as his chest rose and fell heavily as he licked his lips, and I feared I may have poked the beast. I loved seeing him poked. Especially when I knew I was the one who made him so.
"I just wish I could have given them sothing, though."
"A picture.."
"A picture?" I sighed. "Well, Mr. King, in case you forgot, we already have one buried in the internet—"
"A real one."
My mouth hung, and warmth unlike any other covered my chest.
Ares leaned back on his seat, loosening his tie, eyes darkened in a way as if he could speak to through them.
Without thinking twice, I rose from my seat, saddling his lap, and his hands brushed my exposed thighs.
"Careful, Mr. King, or I might ask for a big fat wedding of the century."
"Ask," he challenged. "And pick a country while you’re at it, Mrs. King."
Lord help !
Hearing him call Mrs. King in that masculine voice affected so greatly that it felt like my mind would split.
He held up a portfolio and handed it to .
"What’s this?" I asked, puzzled, before eyeing him. "A contract...?"
Please tell it’s not a fucking contract!
Smack!
I gasped when his palm collided with my ass.
"Check."
I tried to ignore the heat that took over . I shakily took out the paper and found out that it was a certificate. A marriage certificate.
My eyes widened when I saw our nas and our signatures.
A shiver coursed through . "I-I never signed a marriage certificate, so how?"
"The contract, your signature was always there."
What the heck?
"It was made in Vantrell City."
"V-Vantrell City?"
He made this certificate all the way there? That place was an elite society with old laws and stuff.
"In Vantrell, marriage is final. Once signed or made, there’s no divorce... only death can break it."
His words should scare the shit out of , but instead I tossed the paper sowhere, and I kissed him, so hard that the next second we were both straining to catch our breaths.
I snappily undid his pants, and he aided by ripping my panties to shreds. We haven’t had ti alone until now, and it felt almost limited.
His cock sprang free, and I stroked him, earning a sexy groan from him.
"We’ll be landing in ten minutes. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts." The pilot’s voice ca through the intercom.
Shit!
But Ares didn’t seem to acknowledge that or even think.
"A-Ares..." I rasped as he devoured my neck. "I-I need to get back to my seat."
I flinched when I felt his tip at my entrance, but I quickly switched, kissing him wildly to distract him before I found the courage to peel myself off him.
I stumbled back until my ass dropped against the soft leathers and fastened my seatbelt.
Ares had a savage, hungry look on his face as he fastened his, like a beast deprived of flesh.
I eyed his hard cock, which he had yet to tuck in, and I wondered if he was ever going to. I could spot precum on the tip from here.
Just those few seconds, he’s already gonna explode. He would have cumd the instant he shoved that thing into .
My heart raced when Ares pald the flesh marred with veins.
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