They help me pack enough clothes and personal items for a month and follow me downstairs with my bags.My uncle will be here any minute, so I grab Ares by the shirt and press my lips to his.
He palms the back of my head and kisses me back, sucking the life from my body.Ares kisses me like he knows this is the last time we’ll ever see each other.
Nothing can fix us.
My dad will never allow us to be together, even if he forgives me.
As our lips separate, I lock eyes with him.
I want to kiss him again.
But I don’t.
My dad is probably watching us from the window overlooking the driveway.
I have to say goodbye.
It’s the middle of the night.A sliver of moonlight shines down on us through the trees.I lean over and kiss Atlas seconds before my uncle Alexander pulls up beside me in a black Rolls-Royce Wraith.As our lips separate, he glares at the Demetriou brothers.I expect him to say something about their defiling his niece.
“Get in, my sweet girl.”He grins at me, but his gaze moves to Ares, silently declaring he’s won.“Uncle Alexander will take good care of you.”
What is with my uncle and the Demetriou brothers?
Ares grabs my arm when I reach for the door handle.He kisses me again, this time more passionately than before.“Call me in the morning, Little Dragon.”
He loads my bags into the car, and then I get inside.
My uncle peels away from the curb.“Your father thinks he can get rid of us so easily.”A crazed smirk tugs at his mouth.“We’ll see about that.”
ChapterThirty-Nine
OPHELIA
It’s beena week since I moved into my uncle’s house.Dad still won’t return my phone calls or texts.I reached out to Athena with no luck.Apollo spoke to his mother and begged her to see reason.Even Atlas and Ares tried to convince her.But she’s equally pissed as my dad.
Ares texts me dozens of times every day.Most of them are naughty, and some include pictures and videos of his big dick.While my uncle was out one night, we video-chatted and got off together.
I’m lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, when my phone dings.It’s after eleven o’clock when I would have been at The O Club if not for my stupidity.
I only have myself to blame.
As I read the text message from Ares, I smile at the picture of his hard dick and the words accompanying it.His head is always in the gutter.
Ares
My cock misses you.:)
Ophelia
Do you think with anything other than your dick?
Ares
Sometimes
Atlas misses you.He hasn’t stopped sketching you since that night.
Ophelia
