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“I could fix that?” I nervously admit. “In the car… maybe?”
Zander is chuckling like he’s plotting world domination.
“If you don’t take Dolcezza in five seconds, Ares, you’re going to this photoshoot alone?—”
He doesn’t finish because I’m practically yanked out of Zander’s arms and hugged right against Ares.
“Let’s go before this psycho kidnaps you,” he huffs and tugs me along with him. Zander just laughs his head off, leaving us with a hearty sound.
All I can think of is the idea of giving Ares a blow job in the car and the shenanigans we’ll do back here after this photoshoot.
If Domino is really plotting against Ares and Zander, maybe it’s time I pull some strings of my own.
Before we leave for the stairs, I catch Warren in the corner, eyeing us.
Ares doesn’t notice, but all I need to do is give him a look.
That look.
“I’ll get it done.” He mouths his response and is gone before Ares can notice his hidden presence.
“Ready to go?” Ares asks when we reach the bottom step.
“Yup.” I allow my hand to squeeze his, secretly liking that he’s continuing to hold my hand despite us just going to the car. “Give me a glimpse of your world.”
“Trust me, Sweet Canary,” Ares smirks, almost defiantly. “If you got a real glimpse of my world, I’m not sure you’d yearn formy affection.” He says that with darkened eyes and tries to pull me forward, but I force him to pause and look back with the stern squeeze of his hand.
“Show me,” I whisper. “Just a glimpse… when you’re ready to let me in.”
Neither of us says anything else, but deep down, I hope my firm affirmation will allow him to let me in.
~ARES~
“Ares.Ares. I need more raw sensuality from you!”
If this douchebag asks me to be sensual one more fucking time…
I’ve never felt more irritated at a shoot than today.
Six fucking hours, at least twenty women, and we’ve yet to get “the shot” that will snag this deal and set me up with a good payout. Any other model would have walked out by now, but I can’t let this one slip out of my grasp.
Ten million dollars and on the cover for FORBES Elite…
The one who I should be thanking for snagging this deal isn’t my agent, managers, or even this picky fucker who’s been saying shit about every set of photos we’ve taken in the last six hours.
It’s thanks to Zander for giving me this very spot.
Our cynical King couldn’t care less about the publicity. He doesn’t need his face plastered on magazines across the globe for every empire to know his true belonging among some of the top empires. I know we try to belittle or even “ignore” just how fucking powerful the Benedicts are.
No. It’s simply because we’re in this tiny part of Leighton with cocky jocks and rich bitches who are spoiled by their families into thinking they’re someone outside our tiny little community.
In the real world, the majority of them would be labeled as nothing.
Not on the same scale as the Benedicts.
I’m being reminded again why Zander is so important to our accolades. His mere presence and collaboration put us so up on a tier, that without him…
We would be nothing but broke, laughable Kings.
