Bang!
I flinched, startled by the abrupt sound. Geez! No warning at all.
Athena giggled, cocking her shotgun. "Why so jumpy, Cat?"
"When you said we should hang, I didn’t picture guns and targets."
"Come on, this is fun! And I’m thrilled you called." She went back to tracking the balloon in the air before shooting at it.
Athena had good aim. The way she would cock the gun and fire made it seem like she was working with the force or something.
It made me wonder what could have happened to me if that gun had been real. I shook my head to get rid of that thought.
"That’s five, better keep up or you’re buying dinner."
I rolled my eyes, taking my gun, not having it in me for this kind of activity.
It was all set up for me, and all I had to do was shoot and cock every once in a while, but I’m lost.
How do I shoot the balloon from this distance?
"Isn’t it too far? Is there a way to bring them closer—"
"Just shoot, Cat!"
"You make it sound easy!" I closed one of my eyes as if this would make it any easier.
Bang!
My entire body shook from that release, and the balloon was hit, so close, but it didn’t deflate.
"Wow! For a first attempt, you’re really good at this."
"Thanks for making me feel better," I deadpanned.
"So how was your week so far?" she asked. "Did you miss me? Did you think of me?"
"No."
"Awwn...!"
I fixed my ear muff. "I just spent the whole night trying to explain to my grandfather that I’m not starving myself. I told him I got promoted, but he still worried I’m living under a bridge or something."
I hated having to lie, but I didn’t have a choice.
"Just tell him you’re married." Athena shrugged like no big deal, but it was for me. "For one year that is..."
I froze. "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about."
"Relax, Cat, I know about the contract. After the equestrian, of course, it wasn’t that hard to figure it out."
I didn’t know if I should feel relieved or alarmed by this, but if she had known the entire time and hadn’t tried anything, then that means she was cool with it.
"Ares has a pattern of doing things; it’s how he copes."
"Cope?"
She smiled. "Yes... he needs order and structure, without it he’s not in control, and he always needs to be in control."
Figures.
"That’s all, businessman, isn’t it? I’m not surprised."
"You signed a sex contract, didn’t you?"
Goosebumps rose on my skin. "How did you—"
"Ares doesn’t dive into intimacies without it."
I hated the squeeze in my chest.
"Just for swift pleasure. Shocked?"
"I’m shocked, alright. Who drafts out a contract for a one-night stand?"
She giggled.
I swallowed a lump in my throat. I mean, I have set up dinner reservations while working as a secretary, and I saw it as a completely normal thing... but this is so... so...! Hell! I don’t know what to think about this!
However, one question stuck with me and probably the only thing I gave a shit about at the moment, and not his sex pattern.
"Because, my sweet Cat... You’re his addiction."
Bang!
Yeah, sure, five years of abstinence. What was he waiting for? The Holy Grail?
Cocky.
"Don’t worry June June got us covered. I had him prepare our dresses after the masquerade ball. I hope you haven’t added anything on that ass."
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