The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Race With The Devil

It seemed as if my panties were gonna melt off because of Ares’ ardent gaze.

"G-Going somewhere?" I asked, snapping him out of it.

It took a moment before his eyes slowly moved to mine. We stayed like that for what seemed like a minute, just drowning in each other’s stares as if we could speak through them.

"For a run," he replied, zipping up his track jacket.

"Can I join you? Thinking of burning a little fat from this ass."

"Your ass is perfect."

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip as I whispered. "You think so?"

He came towards me in a heartbeat and palmed the left side of my cheek. I groaned as sweet pain shot through me like lightning. I peered at him through my lashes, urging him for something I can’t explain.

Ares pushed his palm more, and I gasped loudly, his nails digging into the soft flesh, amplifying the ache.

"Go get dressed. I’ll wait." He freed me.

I smiled, turning and purposely swaying my hips while casting a look over my shoulder, and caught Ares with a feral look in his eyes.

"See you in a few, honey." I disappeared into the next corridor.

~☆~

I was dressed in my tracksuit set, feeling hot when there was chillness in the air. I spared a look at Ares, as I grinned for no reason at all.

When the elevator doors opened, we stepped out and were greeted by the staff.

"It’s been so long since I did this. Don’t be too hard on me." I said as we descended the stairs.

"Keep up," he said, jogging, and I followed suit.

The entire property around the penthouse was spacious, and the lampposts were already turned on. I caught sight of a few security details in the distance.

I haven’t taken the time to roam the area, and this seemed like the perfect time to do so.

Jogging with Ares was calmer than I imagined. Though it seemed he was purposely slow because of me, so that I could keep up.

"This is easier than I thought," I said, hoping to create a more chatty atmosphere. "Beats chasing after goats."

He gave me a look.

"My grandparents’ farm, the goats are always like they are on something and decide to go on a race every single time. It’s always so hard to get them back in the pen." I smiled at the memory. "There aren’t many of them any more."

I was hoping he would ask me why, but he didn’t. Hence, another silence, so I increased my pace, turning so I face him while jogging.

"How about a race?"

"A race..." He stated. "That’s not a wise move."

"Why? Because you’re big and strong? I’ll let you know these legs can do wonders."

Ares eyed them briefly, and that look certainly did not have racing in mind.

"What does the winner get?" he asked.

"Easy there, devil. The winner gets to plan the next date. As mentioned in the contract, dates are important, and we have only had none?" I teased.

"Let’s add something else."

"What do you have in mind, Mr. King?"

He halted, and I did too, hands on my waist.

"The loser grants one wish."

"What wish? I asked.

"Why don’t you find out?" He ran ahead.

"Hey! That’s cheating!" I chased after him. "Ares!"

With every pace, he got further and further away from me.

"She sat next to me."

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