Because when it’s just the two of us in the dark, he says things that make me believe he’s all-in with me.This isn’t just sex for Ares.
After dinner, I dance with my dad again to another slow song.
“When I return from Fiji, I’ll sign the papers.”He spins me in a circle on the dance floor.“You’ve upheld your end of the bargain, Phe.”He smiles.“Thank you for making this day everything I had hoped it would be.You’ll see this is good for both of us.I can already tell you’re leaning on your brothers.”
I will never call them that.
ChapterThirty-Four
OPHELIA
I wakeup to someone moaning.The room is dark, with only the faint glow of the candle on my dresser shining a light on the space.
Am I dreaming?
My head feels fuzzy after taking a few pills to quell my anxiety.Days have passed since my dad left for his honeymoon, and I have barely gotten out of bed.I have no sense of time.Thankfully, Constantine will help me with the club until I get my act together.
I roll onto my side and curl up with the pillow, ready to fall back asleep when I hear it again.A woman moans, followed by male grunts.I would know those sounds anywhere.
I shoot out of bed, my blood boiling in my veins.If Ares is fucking a woman in my house, he’s a dead man.
Dressed in a tank top with no bra and a pair of booty shorts, I fling open my door.So much for a peaceful night to sleep and rejuvenate.To forget that my father married my mom’s best friend and is now in Fiji on his honeymoon.
I poke my head into Ares’s room, surprised he’s not there.Okay, so it wasn’t him.Then I repeat the same process with Apollo and Atlas, getting the same result.
“She looks like Ophelia,” I hear Apollo mutter from a distance, his voice somewhat strained.“Look at her tits.”
What in the hell?
“You should fuck her,” Ares tells him.“Her pussy is so wet and tight.And she screams like a porn star.”
Apollo groans.“You know I can’t do that.”
“She’s the one,” Atlas says.“Ophelia will break Apollo’s curse.”
His curse?
This must be what Ares couldn’t tell me about his brother.He wanted to watch us have sex, but I don’t know why.When I invited him to join, he acted weird and left the second he came in his hand.
Apollo sighs.“I’m not cursed, you numbnut.”
“You wanna watch me fuck her again?”Ares asks, and his voice is getting louder, like how he sounds when we’re having sex.
“I want to watch both of you fuck her,” Apollo says, and I hear skin slapping.
I know that sound.
Is he jerking off?
What is going on in there?
A woman moans, and a man asks her if she’s a good whore and if she likes it.I don’t recognize either of their voices.She whimpers and says yes, and then he slaps her ass.
Are they watching porn?
I listen and keep my distance.My panties soak from all the moaning, and I’m considering joining them to see what they will do.
“Apollo, how do you want her?”Atlas says.
