"Hi," I voiced softly, feeling tense under his vigilant stare.
It was always about the way he looked at . Not a glimpse or sothing he happened to encounter, but like I was a dream stepping into reality.
I didn’t know when I could tell, maybe it was the mont I walked down the stairs during our first social event.
"Co closer," he said, turning back to his work. "Or would you stand there and stare?"
"I-I’m not staring," I denied hotly. "Just admiring God’s favorite."
A soft chuckle fled from him.
I smiled as I approached him. "You’re the ghost now. I barely see you these days." I lined my hand on the boot. "What have you been up to, honey?"
"Been busy, baby."
"Private business or CEO business?"
"Both." He dug his hand into the engine and did whatever I can’t explain.
I’m just here to admire sweaty Ares working on expensive cars, and trust , this was a worthy scene. There was sothing about the sight of him getting his hands dirty, hair wild, and his casual jeans that made my mind wander to the possibility of seeing Ares as ordinary.
"Hand that."
I moved my eyes to the tools. "Which one?" I searched aimlessly; there were so many weirdly shaped tals on display, none was out of place, and in perfect order. "I want to look smart and know what you an, but I’m lost."
"The long one with the narrow tip."
"This?" I raised it for him to see, and he took the tool, our hands brushing montarily, and it felt like a live wire had zapped under my skin.
"Good girl," he murmured, tightening a bolt with asured turns.
A shiver shot through at that one praise. I chewed the inside of my mouth trying to calm myself, but I wasn’t doing a very good job.
I need to start talking before my body decides to go against my will, and trust , there is only so much control I can handle without climbing this man like a mountain.
I cleared my throat. "M-My teddy... I can’t find it. I looked everywhere in my room, literally turned it upside down. Do you know where it is?"
"..."
I’ll take that as a no.
"I didn’t know you worked on cars."
"Hobby."
"That is the last thing I expected as a hobby from you. It’s so normal." I teased.
He cast a brief look.
"I thought Ares King doesn’t do normal things."
Ares used the small towel to wipe sothing before setting it back in place. He closed the boot and diverted his concentration to .
He simply eyed as if taking in the color of my eyes, the shape of my nose, and the way my breath left more quickly.
With eyes on my lips, he asked. "Do you want to complain about again?"
"I’m not sure anyone would want sothing like that twice. I think I may have grumbled to the point you grew tired and maybe... pissed?"
"I’m not anyone."
"Y-You’d listen to complain again?"
A smile flashed on his lips, briefly. He walked past to wash his hands in the nearby sink.
I just watch him, trying to comprehend this man. He was the most complicated, yet sotis he was the simplest. This contradiction was giving whiplash.
But I knew one thing... a feeling that had stuck with ever since that night, Ares sat in place and listened to blatter about my ti working with him. I’m inexplicably drawn to him.
"You mixed a spot..." I said when I got close, clutched a towel, and stood in front of him.
He was like a tower I couldn’t reach, all the more reason to take the challenge.
I leveled my eyes to his chest, slowly reaching to wipe the black stain. I redirected even though there was none left, dragging the towel down his solid abs, desperate to feel my hands trace every line.
I got to the left side of his ribcage, letting the towel fall off as I let my fingers brush the ink design, but Ares snatched my wrist to stop .
I eyed him hungerily, a silent plea in my eyes. I don’t want to hide it any more, and the sooner I get this off, the better for .
"Are your hormones speaking this ti?" he asked.
"It said I should fuck you and get you out of my system."
The mont the words left , I realized my blunder, but it’s too late now. I was more eager to see Ares’ reaction.
Does he want as much as I want him? Does he know he had made insane that I can’t think straight, even for a second, without thinking of unholy thoughts that could bring a mind to ruin?
"Co with ." He walked ahead, and I followed.
In the elevator, I did my best to face ahead, but I broke that spell when I admired his side profile.
When the doors opened, we stepped out, and Ares led to his office.
I waited at the center, awkwardly scratching the back of my head. Ares threw a look, and my legs kickstarted until I’m next to him.
He grasped my waist and lifted onto the table, parted my legs apart, and ca in between them.
I tilted my chin so that I held his gaze. When he leaned down, I patiently waited to feel his lips, but it never ca; instead, he pulled out a leather portfolio and handed it to .
He gently pushed the strand of my hair behind my ear. "You want , and I want you."
My breath shuddered when I felt his hand briefly on my chin. His touch was magnetic, and I was already leaning forward to feel more of him.
"And if I admit that?" I said in a whisper.
"You already did." His hand was off the next second, and I was hollow.
"Look inside."
I finally leveled my gaze at the portfolio in my grasp.
"What’s this?"
When I didn’t get a reply, I opened it, and I’m stunned to the bones.
It’s a sex contract.
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