Juliette
He warned me we were doomed from the start, and I should have listened. But some fires burn too hot to resist.
Now, I'm trapped in a vicious cycle of desire, tangled up in Areston's dangerous world. Every kiss, every touch pulls me deeper...
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note: this starts from where the last week's chapter ended.
His face is void of any expression.
There's no sign of any emotion.
He stands tall and intimidating with his arms crossed against his chest, regarding both of us with his incisive gaze.
I stare at Adrianna next to me who looks equally stunned as I am. Her hand is on the base of her throat as her gaze rests on her son.
She takes a few long moments to collect herself together. "I can't blame my sister. She was in a terrible emotional state from everything she had been through. We just didn't know."
I swallow, my eyes moving between both of them, and pull myself away from Adrianna. "You'll have to excuse me."
"Stay," Areston demands, his harsh tone making me flinch.
I shake my head. I know he'll be livid for defying him, but they need this. "The two of you need to talk... alone without the presence of a third party."
"You're the woman I'll marry. My better half, not a third party," he says with a hidden message don't push it in it.
His dark, watchful stare accelerates my nervous tension.
"Please, Ares," I lean forward and snaking my arms around his head, I lower it. "Please," I press, pleadingly, my eyes searching his.
His jaw clenches and he claims my mouth in a slow, plundering kiss that drains my breath from my lungs... and then some.
"I'll wait for you," I whisper breathlessly and turn to his mother. "I'll see you around, your royal highness.
"Oh, my god. Thank goodness you're here," Selene grabs my hand and drags me to the bar.
"I am so mad at you. Why did you do it?"
"Were you expecting me to sit and do nothing? It was obvious to me that he was throwing a tantrum because he saw you with Lev. He's such a child."
"He's not happy about it." I pull a bar stool for her and she settles on top of it.
"I don't care if he isn't. He should be glad I didn't punch his handsome face for being so inconsiderate," she snaps and orders a virgin margarita and a dirty martini for me. "He does shit like this because you let him."
"Let's not talk about it."
She rolls her eyes. "I'm exhausted. I hate social parties."
"I know. Why did you come? You should've spent your Sunday relaxing at home."
"Ari would've stayed in as well. I don't want him to be out of the social scene because of me," she leans in closer to speak so I can hear her clearly. The music at the bar grows loud. "Where did your obnoxious man go?"
