After seeing Ares naked, I realize that the Greek God moniker is a perfect fit for him.
Ares was uncovered when I saw him. I even gave him a touch. He came, and I saw. Do I have a dream? Perhaps I had one of those bizarre, vivid, drunken dreams because I was too drunk.
I mentally thank Ares for getting dressed as I exit the bathroom, but I find it odd that he has put everything on. his shoes, pants, and shirt. He's not leaving, is he? When he doesn't even turn to face me, my heart starts to race a little. While seated in my desk chair, he is too preoccupied with typing on his phone.
At this time, who are you texting?
"Raquel, that's not your problem."
I'm standing there, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. How do I proceed? or say?
Ares looks up from his phone and at me after a short while. With my hands in front of me, I fumble while swallowing.
Raquel, are you serious? Why are you so anxious now that you've done everything with him?
I have a stupid conscience.
"I'm going out." Ares gets to his feet and places his phone in his pants' back pocket.
My chest tightens as my heart sinks. "I'll leave the back door open for Apolo when he wakes up, so tell him to jump the fence and enter."
I make a joke, but Ares doesn't smile, saying, "I thought it was inappropriate to have sex alone."
"It's not, but it is your life your room your rules." I'm not involved in it at all.
Okay, he's a moody guy. He was initially irritated before becoming tender, sexual, and finally returning to being cold.
"Is there a problem?"
To the window, Ares moves. "No."
You won't leave, I see. Without addressing your problem, you won't leave this place with that attitude. You won't leave me feeling as though I've been fooled, which is devouring my heart.
I approach him quickly and block the window by standing in front of him. Ares, what's wrong with you right now?
Nothing is wrong with me, I assure you.
Yes, you are experiencing a problem. I'm getting a headache from your sudden mood swings.
And I'm bothered by your drama. That is the reason I'm going.
"Drama"?
Between us, he points. This drama, indeed.
"Until I realized you were about to leave, I hadn't even spoken to you."
Why am I unable to leave?
You promised to sleep here, right?
Sighing, Ares "I had a change of heart." It takes place. You didn't know that, did you?
You're acting like a complete moron. You didn't know that, did you?
"I'm leaving for precisely that reason. Why women think we owe them something just because we've had some sexual fun baffles me. You owe me nothing, really. I'm not required to stay. There is nothing I can do for you.
Oh no!
Continues Ares. I like to be open and honest with the girls I date, Raquel.
I'm sure I won't like what he has to say, whatever it may be.
I'm not looking for a relationship, but you and I are having fun. After playing around a bit, I'm not looking to cuddle. I'm not that person. I don't want to hurt you, so I must be very clear with you about that. It's okay if you just want to have fun with me. Tell me to stay away if you want a boyfriend, romance, or Prince Charming instead of that and I'll do it..
My cheeks are flushed with heavy tears, and it feels as though I've just stepped out of a sweet dream. To speak, I moisten my lips. "I get you."
Ares's sad face collapses, but I wipe my tears away and reopen my mouth before he speaks. "Then keep your distance from me."
His expression of surprise is all too clear. I am aware that he didn't anticipate that. I was taught not to try to change anyone, though, by my mother. I am aware that if someone is unwilling to try, no amount of sex— no matter how good— can change them.
Is he interesting to me? I genuinely do like him. I dare say that I'm developing feelings for him. But I repeatedly witnessed my mother tolerate— and even pardon— my father's adultery. I observed that she had lost sight of her value and that my father had not changed despite her suffering, crying, and suffering. Finally, he left with a much younger woman.
After going through all of that, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't behave the same way again. I also vowed not to allow my emotions to completely overtake me. A broken heart's pain passes, but the knowledge that you allowed someone to walk all over you and make you lose sight of your worth endures forever.
So, disregarding the fact that I still have dried tears on my cheeks, I give Ares a direct look.
Keep your distance from me. And don't worry, I'm no longer interested in keeping an eye on you.
He remains in his daze and doesn't awaken. "You are so... unpredictable, you never cease to amaze me."
You're such a moron, too. Do you believe that hitting girls repeatedly before dumping them will make you happy? Do you really believe that this "I just want to have fun and nothing serious" nonsense will help you achieve anything?
You know, Ares, I mistakenly believed you to be someone else. Never judge a book by its cover, I understand. Get out of my room and don't come back; you have a lovely cover, but your content is meaningless, and I'm not interested in reading you.
Wow, don't you really want to hear the entire romance story?
There is nothing wrong with that, yes. I at least know what I want.
Ares' jaw tightens. "As you please, fine."
He begins to climb out the window as I move aside. "And Ares"?
His body is already outside on the rungs of the ladder as he turns to face me.
I'm going to change my Wi-Fi password, so I hope the internet is active where you are. Being AresAndMeForever now serves no purpose in my opinion.
His features show a hint of discomfort, but I ignore it in favor of my imagination, and he simply nods before vanishing down the ladder.
As I watched the boy of my dreams leave, I exhaled deeply.
I'm in terrible pain.
Physically and emotionally, which is not ideal for a single person. After drinking, my body and stomach are not quite stabilized, and my head hurts. It's already morning, and I haven't slept at all.
What about Apolo?
Thank you; he's doing fine, sleeping soundly on a sunny day.
My hands get warm from my coffee. I'm wrapped in a blanket as I sit on the floor in front of the bed. I'm hoping the coffee has a soul-stirring effect. I think I look and feel like a zombie as well. I can see the ladder's top on the windowsill from where I am. I still find it hard to believe that after Mom saw it, I was able to persuade her to let me keep it. I confessed to her that I was working.
She agreed with me after seeing some new, fashionable Instagram exercise. Maybe it's time for me to throw it away.
I feel like shit.
The physical discomfort pales in comparison to the deep disappointment I experience. I experience a sense of being abused, rejected, and unappreciated.
What Ares can accomplish with just a few words is amazing. Even though I am aware that ejecting him from my life was the right decision, it still makes me feel disappointed and hopeless.
He has left my life just as abruptly as he entered it.
Ares vanished through my window as if it had happened just moments ago, not hours, as the sun peeks through. I can't help but repeatedly analyze each moment. My poor brain searches for body language, facial expressions, and any unspoken words that might give me hope that he wasn't just using me or playing a joke on me.
not a moron.
I've known him for a while and have come to understand that he doesn't have the best personality, but I never expected him to view romance with such constrictions. He believes that women should be used and discarded because he doesn't want a relationship. I am aware that I would have gotten caught in his trap if I didn't hold such strong opinions about how much I value myself as a woman. I'd have
I've completely surrendered to him because I like him. Everything about him appeals to me. Never in my life have I felt such a strong attraction to someone. Ares gives me overwhelming feelings just by looking at me.
Therefore, I don't hold the girls responsible for trying to change him. If I hadn't personally experienced what my mother went through, I would also try. I've always had strength from that memory.
I sigh once more as I sip my coffee. I'm so sick of being by myself.
Love, experience, and fun are what I desire. I have so many desires. However, I also want someone who values me, yearns for, and wants to be with me. No matter how much I may like someone, I don't want to be their toy.
To watch the ceiling fan spin, I propped my head up against the bed's edge and set my coffee cup aside. My face is being blown by the cool air as it moves so slowly.
I doze off without realizing it.
Apolo finally awakens a few hours later and walks away while mumbling countless excuses. I've come to understand Apolo's deep respect and fear for Ares, but his greatest quality is his tenderness and kindness. I really like him, and I'm hoping that this awkward situation marks the start of our friendship.
I can't help but think back to the time Ares left as I watch Apolo descend the ladder outside my window. He had been staring at me, seemingly waiting for me to decide otherwise and request his return.
Ah! Greek God, get out of my head.
I must return to my bed. I try to do that by wrapping myself in my blanket.