I have seen the devil in suits so many tis, and I admit it was always a sight worth drooling over, but tonight was different. It was everything you could only wish to catch a glimpse of.
Ares, wearing a mask, just unleashed all my dark desires in one go. It should be a cri to look that good, and he should be arrested for it.
Ares leaned against the doorway, hands buried in his pockets, eyes dragging from bottom to top in a bewitching way.
"Keep staring, and I’d get the idea you wanna rip this dress off ," I teased, but that was a mistake because his dimd blues told that was exactly what he had in mind.
"Your ideas might co true." He ca towards in a heartbeat. "Stay still."
I locked in place instantly.
Ares held my gaze, hand grazing my waist, and I gasped when he clutched my thigh, his palm biting coldly into my skin.
"What are you—"
He held a strap that matched my gown. I was srized by the decorative garter. I have always loved them, and this just earned a spot in my top favorites.
He pressed it against my skin, and heat sliced through . I could tell he did it deliberately, lingering, and I welcod his feather-like touches as if teasing for more goosebumps.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
I swallowed. "Y-Yes, but it feels heavy."
Maybe because of the designs?
Ares placed my leg down, checking if it was visible, but it wasn’t. It was fixed high up on my thigh.
"You look beautiful..." he murmured, brushing the back of his hand down my neck, stopping just at the top of my cleavage.
"And you look like you can have all the won turn their heads towards your direction. I guess acting as an expensive wife isn’t gonna cut it."
"How so?" he questioned, amused.
"I’m gonna be a jealous one too, a dangerous combination. Which are you gonna be?"
He tipped his head, not saying one word, but I didn’t know why a chill shot through .
"W-We should stick to timing, Mr. King."
His eyes followed as I walked past him. "Well?"
"Tonight..." He began. "Don’t ever leave my side."
"Is that a way of telling not to socialize? It’s not like I would, everyone there is probably high class..." I paused as he neared . "E-Elites."
Getting agitated by his silence, I replied to his earlier words. "Alright."
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I have never been inside a limo before, and it was an experience that would live rent-free in my head. I eyed the champagne, but I’m skeptical of taking it on an empty stomach. June succeeded in letting not eat anything aside from a damn banana.
I sighed, shifting my attention to Ares, who sat opposite . He hadn’t stopped staring ever since we left the penthouse.
I purposely did not sit next to him because I didn’t trust him to keep his hands to himself. One touch and I fear I may submit.
"Honey, your stare will burn a hole through my skin."
"Practice, baby. I need to have my eyes on you at all tis."
"Smooth. You should get yourself an award for your acting skills. I’m sure tonight everyone would be able to tell we’re real without question. We need our A ga."
"We must be very convincing."
I released a sharp exhale. "Yes, we must be. For example, creating an illusion that you fucked on our way here..."
He licked his lips. "Keep throwing that word around, and you’re gonna regret it."
I smirked, eyeing the rise in his pants. "If it affects you so... I can’t help it."
"I want you to be beautiful tonight. It’d be a sha if you end up in a beautiful disaster after I’m done with you."
I rasped as heat spread all over my face.
"There..." His voice dipped low with a sinful intrigue. "You look freshly fucked."
Oh lord! Breathe, Catherine, breathe!
"So! Where is this ball happening? Should I expect a museum or sothing?" I switched.
"It’s held in the family estate."
"Estate? That ans I get to see the famous King’s ho."
I have been apprehensive the entire day, and the pending hours leading to this event had on my toes. I said to myself to feel better that this ball was held in a grand building, but it was within the estate.
So much for trying to relax.
We have been driving for hours, and we finally ca to a stop. I looked to the window, freezing when I saw n ard with big rifles. Their stone-cold expression was close to the hardcore criminals I saw on the news.
This is normal, right? After all, this was the King’s ho, so security was required.
Ares pressed a button, and the window beside him slowly descended. He murmured sothing I couldn’t hear, and they backed away, the gates opening.
The car moved, and I kept my eyes on the n until I could no longer see them.
The drive from the outer gates to the main house took almost an hour. I couldn’t see much because it was dark.
Just how big is this place?
Finally, we stopped, and Ares got down first, giving a hand, and I erged.
I fixed my gown, catching a massive fountain of a winged woman who appeared delicate and srising.
Ares was fixated on it too, but it wasn’t of awe like I was.
He blinked away from it, placing his hand at the small of my back, leading to the entrance.
I could feel his mood had suddenly shifted. Whenever I visited the farm, it was always one of nostalgia. I wonder how he felt being here. I wanted to ask, but we were stopped by a bulky man holding a tal detecting wand.
He ca forward to run it through .
"Do that and lose your hands."
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