WARNING : This novel may show usage of drugs, foul words, gory scenarios and sexual contents.
"How did you know about my inhaler and the place where I put it? I've never told you."
Abigail asked bluntly. She's much calmer now and the sickening lack of oxygen she just suffered has finally ceased.
Somehow, her face snuggling on his clothed abdomen made her sniffed a musky scent which she finds comforting but there are little voices that inflicts doubts and turmoil in her head.
"I accidentally saw it when you were asking me for clothes and I'm aware of it's usage, I have a cousin with asthma who uses a similar breathing aid."
His 'matter of fact' voice and convincing alibi persuaded Abigail in a jiff making her brief uneasiness utterly dissipated.
"Alright, then what about your behavior? Why did you get mad all of a sudden?"
The nightmarish scene that happened a while ago seems too unreal compared to his soothing voice now.
Ares gently pull himself away before hunkering down infront of her. Kneeling while his left hand grips her chair's top rail and the other rubs her upper limb.
His head raised to meet her bowing gaze.
"I'm just tired and vented out on you, I'm sorry. Do you hate me now besty?"
Her muddled thinking and vexed feelings quickly melted away by his unfairly charming puppy-eyed pleading frame and him saying 'besty' with a failed feminine mimicking voice! She almost choke trying to suppress her laugh.
"Really? Whatever it is don't do it again alright? It felt horrible being treated like a dumpsite for negative emotions of others."
His hand slipped down from her arm to her elbow, squeezing it as he flashed his billion-dollar smile.
"Alright, I won't."
He get to his feet while reluctantly letting her go. Brushing his fingers through his hair as he pushed it back, he turned his back on her to hide the look in his face which shifted from cherubic to diabolical.
"By the way, I happened to pass by the ramen house when you were sleeping to run some errands and the owner said they need you to come back now if you're okay."
Her face lights up like an excited bird freed from her cage as she let out a happy squeal.
"Ofcourse I am! I'm okay already, I'm so energized, all thanks to you."
The preparations aren't finalized yet.
He have to let her go. For now.
Tilting his head, he smiled mildly.
"Then you owe me big."
Abigail, who's already gone on the table is now being swallowed by her wardrobe, replied without looking.
"Okay! Anything you like as long as I can give it and it's within my budget."
She's too busy preparing clothes she'll wear tonight.
Since Autumn started she have to find some sweater then a cozy and comfy high-waist pants without noticing that Ares already sat on the bed behind her.
Legs out front, knees spread, hands rested on his thigh with his back slightly bent, He watches her sultry body through her thin oversized shirt. Her finely rounded ass hidden behind those fitted jogging shorts keeps wiggling and his fingers twitched subconsciously as if it's dying to grab and spank those ample bottom.
"Anything...then, I'll save and use it for future purposes."
Ares' head was clouded with horny thoughts that his bulge started to get larger. His combusting desire for her gets more intense each passing moment.
With garments tucked between one arm, she moved back and close the hanging rail section and bend over as she pulled the handle of a slide out drawer to ransack a pair of socks.
Ares had to smooth his thigh down to his knees which he clenches forcefully like he's grasping his final strand of sanity.
He can't fuck her now, she'll hate him if he force her but leering on her voluptuous legs and bending position, he just wanna plunge his aching erection.
He rose from the bed and march in her direction pressing his hardness at the side cheek of her ass before bending down, one hand pinned on the cabinet while the other picks a black color sock embroidered with a small cat's paw through the piles of under garments.
His blazing body scraping against the half of hers.
She winced by this unexpected grazing of their bodies, particularly his feverish warmth that scorches behind her back. He noticed this and abruptly straightened his posture.
"You're looking for this right?"
He lift a piece of sock and waves it nonchalantly, recollecting his cool to avoid making her uncomfortable.
Abigail who's now facing him roam her eyes from his serious unaffected face to his veiny hands.
Ares subconsciously gulped and stick his tongue on his inside cheek after noticing her faintly sticking nipples.
Was it just her body's psychological response or is he arousing her as well?
"Yeah, that's it. Thank you."
She snatched it and walked passed him, arranging her things in a hanger before hanging it back inside the wardrobe all the while abstaining her internal screaming from escaping her mouth.
This gay will be the death of her!
She knows she swore with resolute that she will stop getting so worked up over him but it sure is easier said than done.
"I think you should go now. I've hold you up here really long enough your boyfriend must hate me so bad now."
Abigail chose the safest option, the sooner he's gone the better or else she'll go nuts.
She comb her hair through her fingers and scooped the strands as she tie her scrunchie around.
"I don't know much but your guy looks really kind-well from what I remeber the first time I saw him- and somehow gives off a submissive vibe. He may say it's okay for him but I'm telling you no matter how charitable someone is, we all tend to be a little selfish when it comes to our partners considering you, staying here for almost a week and make matters worse, sleeping every night! Maybe he's not being vocal with it but I'm pretty sure it's painful oh! I recalled how my ex gets so nagging everytime I goofed out with my friends, lecturing about other guys might hit with me or something while he! Banging some other girls."
Looking back on it now, Abigail wants to throw up.
He would've told her how it's the opposite for him. How he lost interest sleeping next to someone else other than her but he can't.
He can't grasp the thought of her avoiding him once she found out he's not into men.
Never did he encountered being this petrified once.
Ares who's still unwilling to leave. sulked for a minute but when he heard her talk about that douchebag again, his fingers twitched, turning his lightsome fearture into gruesome as his eyes listlessly bore on her, a surge of exasperation resurfaced.
He concluded then that it's supremely neccessary to meet this bastard.
"Alright. I'll leave. Eat before you go to work, okay?"
She smiles while nodding as she walk him to the door.
"Yes, thank you again for helping me out."
"Hey."
Abigail turned sideways and lift her head to meet his gaze while Ares held her elbow before lowering his face, bumping his cheek on the fluffy smooth skin of hers and rub them together in a mild manner like a bunting cat against his mate.
"I'll be back, besty."
"Huh? Yeah..."
As soon as the door shut she instantly stomped towards her bed, dive herself and bang her head over and over again.
"Stop with the lewd thoughts already Abi! God! You shameless hoé!"
After degrading herself she finally remembered this isn't the time to be a flithy skunk.
She immediately jumped out of bed and grab her phone out of her hanged bag.
Five days went by and she totally forgot her escape plan due to some overly handsome distraction and that soul extracting alcohol.
Slumping back on the bed, she went straight to a social media site and logged in on her account.
To her dismay, it's locked! She retry accessing and still failed multiple times so all she did was groaned in disdain.
With no other choice, she created a new account then immediately search for her family's. She looked up her mom's name and stalked on her profile, scanning if there's something she posted about her.
If she's worried or weary and her hopeful heart sunk in an instant when there's none.
What was she expecting? She left home because of an argument. Practically run off and maybe, they like it better that way, so what's the point of striving hard to go back? The only place she wants to belong to is no longer her home.
It's never been.
Beads of tears wetted her eyelids and lashes as she sob quietly which she quickly wipe away.
Tapping on her phone while sniffling, her bestfriend's account popped up.
She hurriedly add and message her asking if she's okay.
Just in time to send her second message, her account was blocked!
Her brows crossed in disbelief as her body slid down from the bed to the floor, sitting miserably, bitterly.
This is ridiculous. She's her bestfriend, the person who sticks through thick or thin, the one who consoles her in her darkest moments, she'll do anything to return all the times she'd helped her even when she was forced to enter that van, without second thoughts, she ran after her and never did she blame her in ending up in this kind of situation but why?
How can she turn her back that cruelly?
She didn't reach anyone for help.
She doesn't want to bother someone else and rather survive this all alone.
She just need someone to vent with.
Somebody she could rest her worries upon.
Why does her life keeps spiraling down?
The last string of self-control vanished and tears instantly stream down her cheeks as she hollers at the top of her lungs.
Curling herself up in a vulnerable state, hugging her knees while her unstoppable shrills thunder across the room.
The moment Ares arrived at his mansion, he dashed straight to his room's bath house and let the cold shower soak his steaming body.
Letting his inner desires enrupt into a handful of semen after he jack off.
Now, the only remaining emotion he have is his hostility towards the man who touched her first.
The elegant golden framed mirror, placed inside a western style ginormous room, reflects the image of a striking gallant man.
His pitch black suit compliments the exceptionally enticing hazel eyes which bore lifelessly on his reflection as he fix his necktie.
Once scanning that everything's neat and tidy, he grabbed his phone above a scandinavian side table to watch Abigail from the surveillance camera, currently sleeping soundly.
All set, he walks out of his room to a carpeted hallway filled with antique wall lamps each side before stepping inside a high-ceilinged oval room where a diamond chandelier hangs on it's center.
Men in suits with white dragon over a black lotus tattoos are drinking liquors. Some are standing around while others are seated on couches and sofas but everone halted at his presence and bowed their heads briefly before raising them again.
A heavy dark skinned man with spiky curls walk alongside Harvey, behind them is a slender guy covered with tattoos from head to toe.
He has an extremely sharp rawboned hips and a stitch mark at the right side of his face.
They're heading towards a wide dark beige plushy sofa where Ares collapsed himself.
"Long time no see boss, still the dreamy prince charming aye!"
This happy-go-lucky man with high-pitched voice spoke while rolling a dagger's ring in his forefinger.
Despite of his smiley face and comedic personality, one shouldn't underestimate his ability and the demented ways he execute in torturing his preys, thus gaining the nickname of 'Lil' Loco'
Ares glanced at his rolex and tidied some strand of his hair that hinders his sight before glancing back up.
"Finalize the preparations for this coming festival and keep all transactions smooth while I'm away. It'll be just for a day, don't worry."
Tenzu, the curly man scowled his face while pouring a glass of whiskey.
"What? Beiji and I thought you missed us so you ask for us, turns out you'll just gonna have a little rendezvous and use us as bodyguards. Geez boss, you're still you. Quite refreshing."
He handed the glass to Ares which he casually accepted.
"Ah. I'm positive you'll enjoy the little playground I engineered though."
"Then who's you're meeting in Philippines and why?"
Harvey vigorously looked back with a stupefied expression written all over his face. It's a classified trip that his boss ordered himself, but Ares-who's well aware of Beiji's expertise-remained seated with a blank expression.
The question lingered in his mind for quite a while before he spoke something that seems an answer for himself more than for Beiji.
"I suppose it's called jealousy."
All of the three stood dumbfounded but Ares just drank his whiskey with brute shimmering in his eyes.
[End of Chapter 10]
Hi bruhs! Sorry it's taking me longer to update than usual ^^ I'm having a severe case of laziness lately lol but here it goes. See you next chap!