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“You’re actually upset over this?” he inquires.
I let out a frustrated groan and open the door. I pause to admire him in his new attire, which fits him so fucking perfectly. No. It doesn’t “just” fit him. It complements his slim yet built physique so damn good, I have to tame the way my heart is skipping beats.
Silk black dress shirt that reveals a hint of his chiseled chest, thanks to the top unbuttoned collar. Matte black cuffs with black diamonds twinkle in the low light, matched with his striking silver Hermes belt and jet-black pants that are tailored perfectly.
Top it off with his premium leather Christian Louboutin dress shoes, set of black onyx rings from Cartier, and ROLEX watch made of premium black diamond, and Ares looked like he was ready to walk down a runway.
Claim the hearts of every celebrity fashion junky ready to tap their black AMEX card for his entire look.
There’s something about men wearing all black and showing bits of exposed flesh that turns me on dangerously. It has to be due to all those smutty fictional books I’ve read since homeschooling. Feeding off the need to be lost in books ofvarious scenarios rather than deal with the reality plaguing my pathetic life.
My admiration for him is long enough that he not only closes the distance between us but leans right in until he’s kissing me ever so softly. It’s slightly surprising, especially when I don’t expect him to make a passionate move compared to how Zander’s been getting used to spoiling me with intimacy.
Despite it all, I don’t hate it.
Maybe I never really hated their bold need to use my body.
I’m beginning to realize a lot of things about myself during this contracted agreement that I never would have expected. I didn’t envision being so emotionally moved to be submissive to these men.
At least to Ares and Zander…
“I don’t like wasting time,” I whisper against his lips, answering his question. Staring up into his softened eyes, I don’t hide how it annoys me that we’ve taken this long. Lowering my gaze to review my current outfit, I frown in disgust.
“Makes me feel like my body is just weird. My breasts are too small to make this risky bralette look any good. My hips are too wide from all the squats and hip thrusts I do during training to make this skirt look attractive enough. I still have a bit of blemishes from my last session, which aren’t going to disappear by tonight, so there’s another flaw that can’t be fixed.”I can go on and on. Shaking my head, I shrug. “I’m too boyish to pull off this feminine shit.”
“Who said that?” Ares quietly asks while he takes another step forward, so he can close and lock the changing room door behind him. “Is that what those bullies back in the day used to say?”
“Domino used to say that,” I grumble. “Another one of the plentiful reasons why he hates me. Will always hate me. I’m not attractive. Not in the slightest bit,” I voice without looking athim. “He despises my resting bitch face, remember? He’s made that very apparent this term thus far.”
I hate thinking about the past. Letting it weigh me down again and again. You’d think after all these years, it would no longer have a hold on me.
Yet it’s still as heavy as it was back then. Even more so, having to confront these same dilemmas in pressed situations like these. Makes it difficult to move past with constant reminders that you’ll never reach that level of perfection you envisioned for yourself.
That the ‘one day I’ll make him beg to have me in his life’ may never become reality.
“If you think Domino really hates you still, I’m not sure you’re giving him a chance at all, Pretty Canary.”
I can’t lift my head fast enough because he’s doing it for me, his fingers lightly gripping my chin and forcing me to peer into his admirable eyes.
Comprehending his fondness leaves me more confused.
I know he can see it in my expression, contributing to how he smirks and leans in enough to tug my bottom lip with his teeth.
“Want me to fix you up?”
“Depends on what fixing up means?”
He grins. “You have to trust me to find out.”
“Diabolical,” I groan. “You’re worse than Zander.”
“You don’t even trust Zander,” he notes.
“If you know that, you already have your answer,” I whine back at him, making him chuckle and find a way to tug me along to the black matte bench in the changing room. He lets me go and sits down, facing me.
“Stand nice and still for a moment,” he encourages.
“Fine.” I can do that. I’m more curious what he’s thinking of doing.What’s this man planning?“Don’t know how you’re going to fix this.”
