"I despise you so fucking much that I want you to be sent off to the other side of the world, Athena." He takes his last step, his front pressing against my back, pushing my pelvis into the counter. "But I also need you as much as the air that I bre...
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As soon as the lights turn off, I get away from him. Sprinting off stage.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
I push the door of my private lodge open and take my mask off.
"Shit."
I rarely dance in this club. I do it some nights because it's actually what I like to do. Dancing like this gives me the chance to evacuate the sexual frustration I encounter. And of course, the night I am asked to fill in for one of my sick co-workers, it has to be the night Ares comes onstage for his bachelor dance.
He had a spot of light behind him, so I only recognized him when our faces were close. It surprised me and if I could've, I would have run away. But in the middle of a dance, I couldn't.
And he was promised a dance.
I take big breaths and start to change into my daily clothes. My mind is rushing, and I am thinking of every way he could know it's me. Brown hair is definitely not unusual. Brown eyes neither.
As I turn around, I come face to face with my mirror and that's when I see it. The tattoo running down between my breasts. Exposed to everyone who was there tonight. He obviously saw it. If he were to see it on me again...
I shake my head, brushing the thoughts away, and hurry to put everything in my bag and slip on my hoodie and jacket. I make sure to place a cap on my head and then even make sure to pull my hood over it to hide my face.
I walk out of the room and make my way to the back entrance. I look around quickly to make sure no one is there and then run to my car. Once I am inside, I don't waste another second before starting the engine and driving away.
I'm overthinking.
What if he knew it was me?
He could tell it to then press. "Athena Davis, the multi-faced billionaire."
What if he uses it against me?
Does he know it's me?
What if he finds out?
Oh god. Oh god!
A horn pulls me out of my trance, and I step on brakes when the headlight of the car in front of me suddenly moves to the right.
I close my eyes, but nothing happens.
When I re-open them, I am alone on the road. The only light is coming from my care. There is no streetlight on this road. Nothing.
The car I almost hit isn't even here anymore.
I feel the lump in my throat. The burn behind my eyes, my lips tremble and the air becomes toxic.
Fuck. This. Shit
When I finally get home the only thing, I want to do is crawl under my sheets.
