"So his dad sent an invite to a ball? What are we in the eighteenth century or something?"
"Exactly my thoughts," I said, angling my waist so that I could see my ass in the mirror.
The red marks all over it made me feel like cursing Ares to oblivion, but I found myself admiring the imprint because it felt like he had marked me in some way.
God! I need to really stay off those smutty books. They are messing with my head.
"Instead of a good old-fashioned meeting with the in-laws, it’s gonna happen at a ball?"
"Come on, I never once expected meeting Ares’ family is gonna be anything but normal. I prepared for the worst."
Or not? It wasn’t until Athena chased me in the woods that I realized the Kings would be more than I bargained for.
"Or weird. I always knew the Kings were a bunch of high-class eccentrics. No offense."
"None taken. Ares’ mood changed after that. It was also like he wasn’t pleased by the card or something."
"Wait, you can tell from that cold-blooded expression?"
"He gets silent."
"Isn’t he always like a man of few words? Yeah, silence is a good change," she said sarcastically.
"Dead silent," I clarified as I opened my cabinet to search for the ointment. "He said no word the rest of the day. It felt like I was with a ghost."
"Okay, girl. You’re the only one who can decipher that one. So that means you’re attending this ball?"
"I don’t know yet." I opened the lid and dipped my finger into the cream.
"But it is a social event, right? I mean, that’s necessary given the contract stuff and all. You’ve only gotten one official appearance so far. Isn’t it like your job to convince the entire city that you’re a legit couple?"
"Yeah, that’s the plan, except I don’t have details about this—What are you eating?" I asked when I heard chewing sounds.
"Hmm... Pizza."
"Damn, now I want one. That right there will be my dinner."
"And soda."
"Ugh, that hits the spot!"
"Easy now, munchkin. You’re gonna add more fuel to that ass."
I hissed when I applied the cream to my still-hot bottoms.
"Are you hurt or something?"
"Yeah, I um..."
"Hmm?"
I rest my palm on the counter. "Ares spanked me."
I could already picture the look on her face with her pizza halfway to her mouth. "I’m sorry, what?"
"You heard right."
"What kind of kinky shit are you doing with the devil? You better not lie to me!"
Awesome... I shouldn’t have made that confession, but there’s no going back now.
"It’s not the first time."
She gasped. "Catherine Lane!"
"I didn’t tell you this because I didn’t want you to overreact."
"Overreact? Girl! We talk about boys for breakfast, but this is far from that. A whole lot is going on wherever you are, and I’m getting the full tea. You’d better spill before I come over there and eat your cheeks!"
Okay! She’s on overload, and deflecting will not be such a good move.
"Look, I can’t exactly tell you everything, but..."
"But...?"
"I like it, okay? This thing with Ares."
Tori sighed again. Uh-oh, that never sounds good when she does that twice.
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