Ares. I opened the door to my room quietly, walking in without any noise then closed the door. Hera was lying sideways on the bed, her phone in her face. It was almost dinner time, and she still hadn't come down. In fact, she hadn't come down since our little conversation this morning. And I hadn't come up too. In fact, I didn't know she'd be up here. I thought she'd want to be alone, and she knew I could come here anytime, so she'd go somewhere. But no, she came here instead. As I walked further into the room, she didn't act as though she saw me. Like she didn't know I was in the house. I frowned, walking around the bed to her back, and peering into her phone. “Stalker much?“ The phone fell to her stomach instantly as she scrambled up into a sitting position. Her hair has been made into a single neat braid. My lips twitch, wondering who had done that for her. Hera always makes her hair in a pony or a bun. She never braids it and rarely wears it down. Probably because she did
Hera. My eyes opened slowly, a throbbing headache welcoming me back to reality instead. I groaned, closing my eyes hard and gritted my teeth. I turned around on the bed and collided with a hard, warm wall. My eyes opened. No. Not a wall. I collided into Ares. My husband. I bit my lower lip, shifting backwards a bit to create some space between us, and then I sat up on the bed, watching him. His upper half was naked, and I wondered if his lower half was. I shouldn't be wondering those things too. I licked my dry lips and got out of bed, running my hands through my rough hair. It was still in it's braid, but my coily strands were already sticking out. I walked to the vanity and picked up an hair comb. I quickly loosened the braid and gently ran the comb through my hair from the ends to the roots. It was still sticking out in different places, but less. I doubted an hair wash would make it look neat. And I didn't exactly know how to take care of my hair the way Ariana did
Hera. “I can't believe today is the last day we're hanging out. I mean, Hera is leaving this evening,” Arina mumbled, a pout on her lips as she rolled around on my bed. She had just finished helping me pack up with Hestia, Adela and Teresa. She and Adela still hasn't warmed up to Teresa like Hestia and I managed to, but at least they weren't constantly at each other's throats and that is good enough. I tucked the strands of hair that had gotten free from its bun behind me ear. I had gone back to my usual ponytail of bun style. Ares didn't help. Didn't even act like he cared, or something. He hasn't even spoken more than a sentence to me the past few days. He had said, and I'm quoting ‘You have your own clothes, wear them’. I held in a scoff, rolling my eyes. Arina could help. But I wasn't really interested in letting anyone touch my hair. It's good as it is. “And you're leaving tomorrow.“ I ruffled her blonde hair, and she glared at me. “Like, we haven't even done something
Ares. The SUV came to a screeching halt in front of my condo, and I sighed, rubbing my eyes. I've been on my laptop ever since we got into the plane didn't stop even as we landed. I closed my laptop, turning my head to look at Hera. She was asleep, her head resting on the window. Just like the day we flew to Vegas, she slept throughout the whole flight. I didn't hold her close to me like I did that day, though. I've been doing a very good job at avoiding her for the past few days. But that doesn't mean I've gotten her out of my head. I still get a fucking hard on by looking at her face. Just her face. I'd loose control if I saw her naked, I'm sure of it. My mind drifted back to the day she'd stripped naked in front of me. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was trying to seduce me. But I knew better. I'm sure she didn't know that I was awake and watching her. I thought wanking of to the thought of the things I'd do to her will help me get it out of my system. I was wrong. I c
Hera.I was seated by the kitchen island, staring at the plate filled with pasta which was supposed to be my breakfast. My legs continued shaking under the island, on my own accord, of course, as I twisted the band of my wedding ring. I was panicking. Adela was supposed to take me to the hospital today. An hospital. I hated hospitals. Hospitals are where people dies. Hospitals are — “Hera,” Adela said as she walked into the kitchen, going towards the sink, her heels clicking on the floor. “Why aren't you eating?“ “Not hungry,” I answered, staring at the pasta before averting my gaze. Ares, of.course, hasn't come home since yesterday. After we kissed. No. After he kissed me. And then pushed me back as if he was touching hot coals. And the dread in his eyes as he stared at me. God.Maybe it was better as he didn't come home. Maybe it was better as I didn't see him here. I'm not sure I wanted to see him at this moment anyway. But still. It wouldn't be bad if he re
Ares. A scowl seemed to be permanent on my face as I stared at Adela's secretary praesent her latest idea to the tech team and I. Her latest idea was bullshit. And I was so close to tearing apart the bullshit, common code design she had in put in my front, and telling her to create another design. I am a successful billionaire, not because my work is unique, not some common shit like what this idiot just wrote for me. I rubbed my face with my palms, stifling a groan. Even the tech team looked uninterested. I pressed my lips together to avoid interrupting her as she spoke. My phone turned on as a message came in, but it didn't make a sound because I had put it on DND. I picked it up, out of sheer boredomness. It was Adela texting me. Adela; We're at the hospital and she seems nervous as hell. Me; Make her not nervous. Adela; I don't know how. You tell me. Me; I'm at a meeting and I'm pissed. Let's not start with this. Adela; She won't stop asking about you, you know.
Ares's POV Hera's eyes were wide, and her lips stretched in a wide grin as she stepped out of my ride, eyeing my privare jet which has ‘Grey’ written boldly on it. She turned her head to me, her grin growing wider as she clutched the birth control pill bottle that Williams had given her. I eyed the bottle, biting my lip. I know I practically told Atlas I won't touch Hera because she's eighteen. Because she's young. But with the way I've been barely able to control myself whenever I'm around her, that might change soon. And I won't take any chances, too. If I'm gonna fuck her, I'd do it hard. And raw. And in order to prevent any unwanted pregnancy at my age, and hers, the pill is the best option. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply and grinding my teeth together as I remembered how many times I've jerked off to the thoughts of fucking her these past few weeks. “It's yours? This is the jet we've been boarding all those trips?“ My eyes snapped open, her voice, thankfully dragging
Chapter 23 Hera“Do you like Chicago?“ Ares asked as we walked down the air stairs. We haven't said anything else since my outburst earlier, and I've been scared he'd go back to treating me like I don't exist, as usual. “I don't know,” I answered slowly, wondering why the hell he was asking me that question. What does it matter if I like Chicago or not? We're leaving anyway. And I do like Chicago. I like his Condo, to be specific. Not like I've had the time to tour the city, given the fact that I've been locked up day and night with no one's company but myself. And Adela. And the advantage of that is that I've had the time to explore the apartment. And it isn't like there's anything much to explore. Just checking out the various rooms, trying out many of Ares's shirts and hanging them back neatly before anyone else can notice I've worn it. Wondering if I should text my best friends, and Teresa, but deciding against it because there's nothing much to say. And then the highlight o