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Luna

Busy crossing off things from my mental to-do list, I didn't notice when a familiar voice spoke my name.

"Luna." I was startled for a moment to see Charlotte stand in front me. She wore a pink dungaree. Her face bare and the circle under eyes were a little less amplified.

She gave me a contrite smile. "It's hard to keep hold of you. You run everywhere."

Staggered and trying to comprehend how she got here, I just stared at her. Last time I had learned, she was getting help at a psychiatric facility.

"It's hard to take it all in the first time."

I glupped and spoke. "You, how?" Rendered speechless, I wasn't surprised at my inability to form a proper sentence.

She tucked the lone strand of her hair behind her ear. "It's difficult to explain, actually, I don't want to explain anything. I have no excuses for what I did. The only thing I can do is to apologise to you. I caused you trouble."

A million things were going on in my head. I wanted to yell at her, demand answers out of her. Why did she play the sweet, supportive friend only for her to actually be the mastermind behind everything.

She ruined my life. Almost. Had I given her too much power over me, my life would've been ruined. But it's not. I should be thankful for that. Still, I didn't want to face her or talk to her.

I didn't care if she was Ares's sister or not. She didn't mean anything to me.

I willed myself to turn around and walk away from her, but I stayed rooted in my spot. Hurtful words threatening to spill from my mouth as anger overpowered my senses.

"Why, the insincere apology? Dissatisfied that you didn't succeed in doing what you had set out for? Let me tell you one thing; you did succeed in breaking my heart and causing the same amount of damage to your brother."

"I wish I could be nice to you, but guess what? I am not nice. In fact, I am fucking ecstatic that you broke up with brother. Happy? That's what you wanted to hear, right?"

I narrowed my eyes on her. "Look, Charlotte, I am not-"

"I don't want to listen to you. The only way I will succeed is if you let me and guess what? I am succeeding big time. My brother is still in hospital and I am finally out of mine and you are too stubborn to accept him for who he is."

Why was I even letting her speak to me in that way? She was nothing more than a despicable person.

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Well, if you have nothing to say, then do me a favour and disappear from Ares's life. You're always with him. Leading him on-"

"-I am not leading him on." I interjected. "He's well aware of the fact that we are nothing more than exes. I am just looking out for him, as someone who previously cared for him."

She chuckled and appeared so much like her brother at that moment, it irked me. "Say that to yourself. He's still in love with you. Can't you see? He loves you and everyday you're breaking his heart by being so stubborn."

"You're one to talk. Don't suddenly care about him."

"You know I didn't care what would happen to you once Ares completed the last stage of our plan. It wasn't even breaking your stupid little heart, it was to humiliate you. Have all of your fuckings on display for the world to see."

My eyes widened in shock and I stared at her agape.

"Yes, that's right. We had decided on it, but you my idiot older brother was smitten by you even before when you came on my radar. This was his chance to actually touch the water with you. He was so sure that once you're out of his system, he'll do what was asked of him. But the bastard fell in love with you. I knew straight away that he would never break your heart. He didn't even tell me about your first time.

"He was always in love with you. On the other hand, you were in love with my Axel." Her face echoed pain. "I thought my Axel had his eyes on you. Do you know how much it hurts to love someone so much and they toss you aside like you don't matter." She was going to cry, but she somehow composed herself. "This is the only time I going to tell you, if you don't quit being stubborn and take Ares back in your life-"

"What will you do if I don't take him back?"

She smirked. "You don't want to find out. After all, I am still a crazy bitch."

***

I passed the reception and headed straight to Ares's private room in the rehabilitation centre. He had finally completed his rehab and was given an all clear on his physical.

Of course, Silas Torrance had originally wanted to shift the rehab back to their mansion, but Ares had insisted that he wanted to do his treatment away from home. Personally, I thought he wanted to prove to his family and most importantly, his own self that he can achieve his goal on his own.

His father had admitted him in a Massachusetts based hospital which was affiliated with Harvard itself to complete his treatment. As we will be staying in Massachusetts, it was only practical to have him out of Chicago.

I had flown with Aunt Luce to meet Ares. It had been three months since he departed to a different state and three months I had last seen his face. I was nervous to see him again.

It would be our first time since the breakup that we'd be happy to see each other. Truth be told, not a day had gone by when I didn't terribly miss him or longed to have him by my side.

I was a wreck without him. Not that I would be admitting anything to Ares. I was also pissed at him for not remembering to call me on my 18th birthday. He had wished me on a text message and that really irked me.

He could have called, you know. I didn't want to pout on it, but he'll be getting an earful from me.

My aunt stayed back at the hotel. I rushed to see Ares and even purchased a bouquet for him. I hope he'll be happy to see me.

I anticipated what his reaction would be when he finally saw me.

I stopped in my tracks to see what had everyone's attention. A crowd had formed in the hallway around someone. My heart leapt in my chest when I saw it was Ares Torrance getting mobbed by, undoubtedly, his fans.

His back was facing me. The polo neck sweater with gray denim made him look like a million dollar man. He was soothing emotional nurses who were undoubtedly bewitched by his charm.

Who wouldn't be enthralled by him? I still haven't gotten over him and I don't think I have a choice in it anymore. Ares Torrance had written his name on my heart with a magical pen.

It wouldn't fade away. Not anymore.

I waited for him to turn around and finally see me. When his fans were taking too long to say goodbye, I walked towards him and tapped on his shoulder.

When he finally turned around, my eyes locked on his and before I knew, I jumped in his arms. I held him tightly in my arms because I was afraid that he'd disappear any minute.

But something was off, he only squeezed my shoulder the way a friend would.

"Luna," he said my name in his deep breathy voice. "You're here." He whispered in my hair.

We pulled apart. There was a crack in my grin, the one I wouldn't let him see. His soft grin didn't match my expectations. He looked happy to see me. Not ecstatic.

"It's been so long." He leaned down to meet my eye level. "You're glowing. It's amazing how you look."

My grin had started to wavere. "I am so happy to see you again." I touched his cheek. "You look perfect." I drop my hand. He noticed the bouquet I was carrying and immediately handed it to him. "It's for you. Please, take it."

"I like your taste." He complimented and I blushed.

I had selected hydrangea, ranunculus, and roses for him. To celebrate his recovery and new beginning to life.

He reached out to tuck some of the strands of my hair behind my ear. A simple gesture meant so much to me. Our gazes were locked together. His eyes gleamed with nothing other than affection. It was a reflection of my own. Then why was he acting so... platonic with me?

"When did you come here?" He asked after he had waved everyone goodbye. We walked side by side. My hands itching to take his hand in my hold. "Sorry about that. They got really attached to me."

"You worked your charm on them too. I don't blame them for being sad." He gave me an endearing smile. "And I got here today itself. My aunt had a business meeting here so I decided to tag along and meet you."

That was a lie. I had threatened Axel to give me all information regarding Ares's recovery period and discharge day. Aunt Luce agreed to let me visit only if she accompanied me.

"Have you gotten fat?" He blurted out his observation. My eyes snapped at him, shooting daggers at him. He raised his hand up, trying to ease up the situation. "There's no way I can rephrase that. Forgive me."

"You're really stupid sometimes. FYI, I am trying to get healthy. Size zero is not my forte anymore. I can't resist cakes anymore."

"You'll look better in any size." The sleaze was trying to pester me. "I mean it."

"Whatever." I tried to hide the small upward tug of my lips. "You're forgiven." I took my chance and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his chest.

The close proximity to him was all that I needed right now. But, he didn't relax in my hold, if anything, he had stiffened himself.

I lifted my head to look at him. His face was back to his impassive expression which fueled my frustration. Why was he acting so strange?

"What's wrong?"

His hand stroked the apple of my cheek. "We are broken up," he reminded me. "It'll impossible for me to not catch feelings for you if I let myself hold you like you're mine"

I am yours. The words got stuck in my throat as I comprehended the fact that Ares had just rejected me. I had completely lost him for good.

I willed myself to take a step back, away from him. I kept my gaze to my locked hands. Mortified, I didn't know what to do.

Ares held my chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Hey." He lifted my chin. "Don't look away from me. If it makes you feel any better, I slipped in the bathroom today and barely made it without injuring myself further."

"How is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Because I was helping an elderly lady and she ended up helping me. I mean, irony is strange."

I chuckled and shook my head. I was such a fool to assume that Ares would be damn near euphoric to reunite with me. My thoughts are a train wreck. I threw my head back and laughed at my naive self.

I really thought we would've repaired our broken relationship. My love for him had strengthened over time whereas Ares was starting to accustomed to a life without me.

What a fool I'd been to think I could just randomly reveal the fact that he was going to become a father. Honestly, I was nothing, but stupid.

***

I lay in my hotel bed, rethinking all my life choices. Everything that happened to me was my destiny, I had made my peace with it and with the addition of the little peanut inside me, I'll have to be cautious of my choices.

This time, I wasn't going to go through it alone.

My hand rested on my stomach. I was still not showing much which was a blessing, because I still haven't told Aunt Luce about it. I was afraid that she'd be disappointed in me. Also, I wanted Ares to be the first to know.

That wouldn't happen anymore. I will not take his life from him. Love had burned us both. I never healed from it, but he was beginning to recover and there was no way I'd ever rub salt in the wounds.

My baby will have to deal with not having it's father around. I dealt with it fine. Maybe, it was some cruel joke fate was playing on me.

My world was fading into the dark abyss. I couldn't stop it from swallowing me. The only thing I can do is to forget my past.

Ares had invited me for lunch at his new apartment which was an off-campus apartment.

I found comfort in the fact that I'd be seeing him one last time before I departed from his life forever. On the other hand, I was dreading the day to end. Tomorrow, I'll go back to my life without him in it.

Why did I have to fall in love and get pregnant by a man who was never mine in the first place? I missed my old Ares who was more of an intimidating possessive bad boy and didn't hesitate to claim me fiercely.

I missed my bad boy.

Already contemplating whether I should go over at his lunch or not. I knew if I bailed on it, then I would regret it. So I quickly changed into something that hid my extra pounds and went to Ares's new apartment.

He had insisted to let him pick me up, but I turned the offer down. Now, I was kicking myself for not accepting it. After getting lost twice, I finally reached his grand apartment building.

He was renting out the penthouse on the 22nd floor. It was impressive and plus the elevator opened right in his home. Wow, sometimes I really envied how rich people lived their lives.

"You finally made it."

I did my best to marshall my thoughts and put on my best smile. Nothing would be more mortifying then breaking down crying in front of Ares... and some girl who wore an impassive expression on her face.

"Who's she?" The jealous, ex-girlfriend in me popped up in the wrong moment. So much for acting indifferent.

The girl stood right behind, her hands folded and eyes critical as if she couldn't believe what Ares saw in me. From the look of it, this girl knew me.

Ares had his hold on my elbow, leading me inside his beautiful penthouse suite. His chivalrous touch did set my body on fire because it wasn't the firm, controlling touch that I craved for.

What was wrong with me?

His head went back and forth. "That's Lilian. I've hired her to cook for me."

On cue, Lilian spoke. "Mr. Torrance, the food is almost done for you and your... guest." I got annoyed at the sharp way she said the word 'guest.'

"I am not hungry yet." I told Ares. "My feet hurt too."

Concerned washed over his features. "Come with me. I'll massage them for you."

I smiled slyly at Lilabeth or whatever her name was. She was obviously into Ares. Too bad for her, he'll always be into me, literally and figuratively.

He was mine.

Still, the melancholy swept inside my heart dampening my short lived triumph. He wasn't mine anymore and he could be hers-or various faceless hers-if he wanted to and I wouldn't be able to stop him.

"You look tired." He remarked, slowly massaging my foot in slow circles.

Well, it's one of the various symptoms of my pregnancy.

I didn't reply. Just enjoyed the way his fingers worked me up. His proximity was undeniable. It was such a shame that he wasn't mine anymore. Yet it didn't deter me from touching him. Innocent brushes of fingers on his skin, caressing, not breaking eye contact and clinging to him. It was all so familiar.

During lunch, I held onto him with my dear life. Not ready to let go and definitely feeling the urgency to stake claim on my man every time Liapen or whatever her name was, came in my line of vision.

I was being petty. Truth be told, there was no telling if he was already fucking the woman and whether she was gloating the fact that she'll eventually fuck him, made tears pool in my eyes.

I took my deep breath, my heart pounding. I waited for the right time to chance a kiss from him, but the fear of getting turned down was building up excruciatingly.

My gaze flirted with his and without giving it a second thought, I pushed up on the palm of my hands to lift my seated position from the couch and meet his luscious lips.

I supported myself on my knees and reached to cup the back of his neck. I was determined to get a reaction out of him. Anything that will affirm his feelings for me. That he still loved me and couldn't resist me.

I was madly in love with this handsome boy and I couldn't go down without a fight.

His lips were perfectly molded with mine. I sucked his bottom lip, tugging it and pressing my lips more rough on his. What stilled my beating heart was how unresponsive he was.

His hand was on the small of my back, but other than that, he was not kissing me back. His lack of engagement sent a wave of aching sorrow to my heart. He didn't want me anymore and here I was behaving like a foolish, desperate girl eager.

Actually, I was more than desperate for his attention, love, the power that had consumed my every living moment, control that was craving.

I wanted him to conquer me and yet he seemed like he wanted nothing to do with me.

Nuisance was all I was to him.

Mortified, I broke the kiss. My gaze averted his and I felt like running away from him.

"Luna," he began. I raised my hand to stop him from speaking. "What had gotten in you."

You. You fucking got inside me and now I have to live with a part of you. I wanted to scream the words at him, but I chose to shove him in the chest. He took full offence of that.

"Careful. You don't get to push me around anymore." His tone shifted. "I should remind you that it was you who left me."

"That was because you ruined me." Tears pooled in my eyes. "How would you feel to be manipulated in a relationship and finding out it was all a lie from the beginning."

"It was different for us. I told you what you meant for me," he inhaled deeply. "You know what? Just fucking get out here."

***

Ares

Manipulation is a tricky word. It was often spewed out at me, but I take it as a compliment, because if it wasn't for manipulation, America wouldn't have been built on the blood of its enemies.

There was no one more bloodthirsty than businessmen. They went to any extent to attain control and influence everyone around them. My father was one of the shrewd businessman who wouldn't give two fucks in having you skinned alived in front him, if it made him money.

One thing that I've learned from him was to well-thought, calculated steps with utmost precision. Sloppiness won't lead you anywhere. And to never back down from a challenge. If you want something than fucking take it.

It was all very perfectly planned.

night of the graduation

Her words hurt. They pierced my heart, my fucking heart that was still full with her. I stopped feeling sorry for myself about three minutes ago, and I was goddamn livid.

My fingers tightened on the steering wheel of my bentley. I was driving beyond the speed limit, heading nowhere. I was an enemy in her eyes, I saw it clearly. She thought I hurt, but she did most of the hurting to me.

Her words echoed in my ears and it just made me more wild and out of control. I wanted nothing more than to wring her sweet little neck in my hands.

You thought I hurt you? Huh, I'll show what real pain is, in fact, I'll send you into a world of paint, Luna. You'll never see what'll hit you. I'll watch you crawl back to me.

It's about time you did.

For the first time, I was using my brain instead of my cock and I did exactly what I wanted to when the opportunity arose.

Jamming full speed to an incoming truck, I felt victorious, not of the immense amount of pain that swept in my body, but because I was finally able to see the finish line with my own eyes.

I was going to win this one, Luna. And I am not even sorry.

**the hospital**

"She's out there, you know?" Chase hovered over my bed, he wasn't pleased. "I get it, you want her, but this has gone overboard. She's a pain in the ass."

"I agree with him." Axel butted in. I am not her biggest fan either. Something about her just doesn't sit right with me. It's annoying."

I was content on the other hand. Their nagging didn't even set my temper off. This was exactly what I wanted. Her, desperate and helpless, to reach me. She'll be at my mercy for once.

"Look at my face. Does it look like I care what you fucks think?"

"You should care, damnit." If Chase was frustrated with my attitude, he didn't show it. "For the record, I am out of this charade. Get Axel to play the middle man."

"My hands are full of luscious tits. I can't quit playing with their pu**ies and hearts." Axel rolled his back, relaxing on the massive couch that sat in my private hospital suite.

"You're already hitting the help?" Chase walked away from my bed to grab cold beer for himself. "What's her name... something fancy, I guess."

In my peripheral vision, I saw the lax grin on Axel's face fall.

"Oh, her." He scratched his head. "She has slipped from my fingers."

On that, I raised my eyebrows, becoming this man had the audacity to crash on my date with Luna to buy a fucking engagement ring for his fascination.

"I suppose she said no to marrying you," I said.

Chase, added with a smirk on his face. "The undying love ended quickly for you."

"Tease me all you want, but I've decided to remain friends with her. She's not my type anymore."

I laughed. He was acting defensive which was almost sad.

"So you won't mind if I slip my fingers inside her?" Chase egged. He had the time of his life pushing Axel's buttons. "Fill her tightness with my fingers, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy, her breathy moans-"

"You know mister all talks no show, how about you actually do it," Axel challenged. "I'd love to see you lose, because Astoria is one hell of a challenge."

"Oh my, is that steam coming from your ears, because I'll win this."

"Let's see."

***

Luna moved effortlessly around the suite. It was comforting to see her around after going so many days without seeing her. I admit, I had fun in watching her taking every possible measure to reach me, but it was a torture too.

It was all good. She was here for me. I saw the concern and misery in her crazy blue eyes. She blamed herself for my accident and she should, because it was how I'd intended her to feel.

She got me her homemade lamb chops soup. It was fine, but her love made it irresistible to me.

She had even started to give me her old smile. It sent my feelings into an overdrive. I was nearing towards the end of my goal, and it was time to drop in an old, familiar face on her.

Luna had spent her every waking minute with me, since my accident. Still, there was something holding her back. I even felt like we had started to get even more closer than we were before.

It was impossible to take my eyes off her face. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't pull myself away from her.

"Stop it!" Luna, blushed. "I can actually feel your eyes burning holes in my skin." She closed the book she was reading then slowly carried herself to my bed.

She pressed her lips to my forehead and rested her head on my chest. "You're going to rehab tomorrow." It wasn't a question, she was stating it. Her hands wrapped around my torso. "I somehow feel different."

I lifted my hand to run my fingers in her gold locks. "I have to go. It was supposed to happen."

"I know." Her head still on my chest, she turned her head upwards, to meet my eyes. "I don't know when I'll get to see you again."

"You can visit me anytime you want."

I knew she was feeling melancholic. After all, it was a good idea to set Charlotte in her way. It worked in my favour. She was going to miss like never before. I was going to make her work for my attention.

"It'll be different, you know it."

"Come." I urged her legs to glide on my bed. "Close your eyes for a second."

We were wrapped up together. All of her feelings came running back to her, I was busy thinking about my next move.

It'll set the course of our fate.

I kissed the top of her head. Don't worry, Luna. Our love will not go in vain.

***

She asked Astoria to the doctor with her

I read the text I'd received from Axel.

Physical therapy was gradually bringing me back to my old self. I felt better, but Luna didn't stray far from my every waking thought.

I typed back my reply and waited for his response.

If I was correct in my calculation, she should be pregnant with my child. Not too far along, just enough for me to tidy up my mending bones and be back in shape for her pregnant phase.

I never cared to wrap myself whenever I was inside Luna. Bareback was something I'd loved going with Luna. I was positive that she was on birth control so it played in my favour.

Now, things will change for her, us. I'll not only be with her, but my child will tie her to me.

But, I didn't want her to come back to me just because she was pregnant with my baby. She'd have to show me that she really wants me back with her.

My head was clouded with Luna. She really did a number on me and there was no way I'll let her slip from my clutch.

***

present

My life before I found love was barren cold. It had strong barriers around it. She was the one to tear it down.

She was also the one to immensely inflict my life with sorrow. She was also the light of my life and now she was carrying a life inside her body. A life that was half mine and so was she.

Everything had gone according to my plan and now it was time for the conclusion for our heartache.

Two days were enough to wallow in your own misery. In her head, she had lost me forever and if I knew her any better, she was already planning to flee the country, to never see me again.

As if I'll ever let her do it.

She was my responsibility now. I was the man in her life and now I'd come to take her with me.

It was late in the night. Despite the warm weather, I was still cold. Luna had previously stripped me from my control, now I'd returned to take it back from her for good.

If I felt anything, it was anger. She had made me do all this. I had kept her at an arm's length, dismissed her lips, because I wanted her to go through the same damaging rejection I'd gone by her fingers.

I rang the doorbell and waited until she showed me her pretty face. Anticipation built up as miss-stubborn took her sweet little time to attend the front door.

The door opened and with one peak at me, she tried to slam the door on my face. I wanted to laugh at her attempt. My rage was threatening to unleash on her and there was no way she, or anyone in the world could stop me.

"Open the fucking door." I purposely kept my tone impassive.

"No," she yelled. "I hate you." She had been crying before I showed. Good, it was just the way I wanted her to be.

Not playing around, in a single push, the door opened wide and I stepped inside, invading her personal space.

"How dare you try to keep me from entering."

"Who the hell are you to boss me around or even demand anything from me." She pushed at my chest, but it was nothing. "You don't love me anymore, remember? Go home and fuck your putty little maid into oblivion. She'll enjoy it."

She sniffed and kept her head down.

My gorgeous, pregnant girl was jealous. It sent relief to bones. Such a wild cat.

I took her chin between my fingers and made her look at me. She refused.

"Go away, you heartless bastard. I-I d-don't need y-you." She hiccuped and shut her eyes.

She was disrespecting me and it won't be tolerated from this day onwards. She wheezed and turned her head away from me.

Silence penetrated the room, I executed my next move with a malicious calm. Fingers on her nape, I pulled her towards me and gripped her chin, forcing her eyes to mine.

"You will think twice before even thinking about pushing your man away, let alone swear at him and baby, I am your man." I made sure to keep my tone laced low and dangerous.

She tried detaching herself from my vise-like hold, but that made me tightened my hold on her even further. There was no room for her to breathe. I had to remind myself that I couldn't squish her entirely against me, because my baby was growing inside her, but her defiance damn-near turned me on.

If possible, I think sometimes she sets out defy me just to get a rise out of me, which I wouldn't have mind if it didn't drive me completely out of control.

Our bodies were as close as they could get. The band which had her chin in place was now slipped down to her waist to keep her in check. Our breaths mingled and she grew more restless.

"Ares, stop it." She pushed at my chest and even she had to know that it wouldn't do her any good.

I brought my face closer to hers and backed her in the corner. "Don't lie to yourself. You're enjoying it."

"I am not," she lied. I flipped her over, my back flat on my front. "Leave me, Ares."

"Not a chance in hell." I growled.

The need to have her wrapped around me was threatening to consume me. I have stayed too long without her and there's no way I'll back down without claiming her as mine.

Mine to use. Consume. Control. Love.

I buried my nose in the arch of her neck. I couldn't resist darting my tongue out and tasting her tantalizing sweetness.

"You still wear that same perfume. The day I first met you, this scent still drives me crazy." I ran my tongue on her neck.

"You had condemned me to hell, Luna. I should hate you for breaking my heart. I should fucking ruin you for leaving me. I still think I might."

"So what's stopping you?" She wheezed, She had turned cold and was still in my hold. "Tell me!" She exhaled a petulant sigh.

Out of nowhere, I almost violently pushed back. Luna had gone lunatic. Now, if I wasn't turned on by her rage, I might even have retaliated with the same level of lunacy.

***

Luna

His amazon green eyes had the strength to burn into my skin. I shouldn't been scared of him right now, but if anything I was anticipating his next move.

This is how we were. He controlled. I fought him back. We burned together and none of us relented in putting our foot down.

But this time, it will be different.

If he wanted to be my man, then he should fucking act like it. I wanted to yell at him to consume my soul, command the control that I yearned from him. Claim me for once and for all.

The continuous back and forth will have to end.

"Not man enough to even have the balls to get what you want," I promoted. "You're useless. You don't have what it takes to me my man," I egged him even further.

He laughed, unexpectedly. If anything, his calm and collected attitude was more deadly and threatening than his angry state.

It scared me and sent a wave of thrill to my bones.

"Manipulation is my game, moonshine." His voice sent a wave of chill down my spine. "Enough with this bullshit."

He advanced towards me, with each step, I saw the transition of his eyes from impassive to furious. They promised me nothing but passionate hatred... the need in them reflected my own state of emotion.

I wanted nothing more than to immerse myself into Ares. I was his and he was mine.

Pinned under the intensity of his eyes, I was vehemently seized under the hold of his strong arms, they will no doubt will their mark on me. This is what I wanted. His passion, want, hatred and love.

I arched into his body as soon as his full lips captured mine in a heated kiss. Enamoured and aching for his kiss, I was breathless even before he kissed me.

His kiss was a power play. It was to mark me as his own. It ignited the dead desires from within my body. My body, my soul was asleep for so long and now they were finally alive.

Rage, lust... and love mixed together in that beautiful kiss.

Just when I wanted more from him, he discarded me aside. Stunned and breathless, I felt like all the oxygen from lungs had evaporated. He pushed me away.

He looked as if he'd run a race.

"You ruined me, you bitch," he roared, heaving. "Do you really think I'll make everything easier for you. You took my heart in your palms and stabbed in mercilessly, I fucking hate you."

Tears cascaded down my face before I even knew I was crying. His hatred towards me was more than I could've imagined to be.

"You really hate me?" I asked, my voice small.

"Do you expect me to worship your every step?!" He unleashed all his pent up anger my way. "Tell me what the fuck do you want. Did you think we'll go back from where it all ended? It's that easy for me? Answer me."

His hands on my elbow. He gripped them tight and shook me. I was shocked at his barbaric behaviour.

It on the other hand could utter a single word, because I craved his love, passion not his hatred. I couldn't live the same again knowing he hated me beyond repair.

"You gave me no chance to explain. You jumped to the conclusion like you always do. It's your way or the highway. Isn't it, Luna?" His hand will surely leave mark on me.

He went on. "If only you had given me a chance to fucking explain, we wouldn't have been stuck in the limbo here. You're a bitch, Luna. And you ruined us." He shrugged my hand away and back away.

Without sparing me a glance, he turned and headed towards the door.

No. No. I couldn't let him go.

"Ares." I called out. "Stop, Ares. I am sorry." I ran to him and hugged his back. I tightened my hold on him. "Please, don't leave me. I can't live without you anymore. Please, I love you. Don't go." I sobbed.

I willed him to not leave me. He couldn't just leave me alone. My heart won't survive the blow.

"Please."

I fell down to my knees, crying and helpless. I don't know how I'll continue without him. He had to still love me. Please.

"Why shouldn't I leave you? Who's to say you won't up and leave me again. I won't gamble with my heart again."

I tipped my head up to stare into his eyes. His face was artic cold, impassive. He didn't gave away what he was feeling and that scared me even further.

"I don't know how to make you believe me. I don't want to be a minute with you."

"There's one thing you can do."

Hope bloomed inside me. "Tell me." I wiped the tears from my face.

"Marry me. Become mine. In the eyes of law and God."

***

Her full, plum red lips were inviting. I was tempted to wrap them around my cock. I would've done it if we weren't church... and the Elvis impersonator who was officiating our wedding.

The swell of her breast did nothing to hide the fact that she was indeed pregnant with my child. The stupid girl felt comfortable enough to still keep it a secret from me.

The moment she said yes to my ultimatum, I wasted no time and flew on my private jet, all the way to vegas. It was the only place which will get us married in no time.

I hadn't said a word to her throughout the flight. If anything, I was cold and distant towards her. She, on the other hand, kept glancing my way. I even went to the extent of shrugging off her touch on my body.

The hurt flashed on her features were evident, but it was what I'd intended to do. Her gorgeous face, drawn at my indifferent behaviour.

She had pointed at a pretty grayish blue dress from a local boutique on our way to the chapel. I wanted to have her dresses in a much finer, expensive, custom wedding dress, but for now this cheap dress would suffice.

It'll be easier to rip the dress off her body.

At the chapel, I stood with my hands inside the pockets of my trousers, not sparing Luna with a single glance.

"Are you sure you want to marry me?" Her small voice whispered. "You're not doing it out of spite, right?"

I sighed, feigning exasperation. "We are not doing this right now, Luna." Again, I didn't glance at her.

"You're not even looking at me, Ares." Her hands reached for my face. "Look at me, Ares," she pleaded. My face cupped in her palms. "I want to stare into your eyes."

Not saying a word, I relented in her grip. Her emotions were evidently reflected in her cerulean eyes. If anything, I wanted to drown in them. Lose myself in her.

"Do you still love like you used to?" She held her breath as I said nothing.

"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife..." I heard the Elvis officiator in the background.

"I do," I said, but it was not in response to wedding vows. It was for Luna. I was still unconditionally in love with her.

Luna, in comparison, had gone pale. She misunderstood my affirmation to the wedding vow, not her question.

The officiator turned to Luna and asked her the same. After a few beats, she finally said,"I do," sealing her fate with mine.

***

Luna

I wanted to cry. Throw a fit. Take my balled up anger out on anything, anyone.

But, all I felt was the deep plunging numbness inside me. It had drained me hollow and helpless. I had lost everything.

I was a married woman now and the best part of it was that my husband couldn't stand my presence. He loathed me. He didn't love me anymore.

I'll be nothing more than a liability to him after I reveal the news of my pregnancy to him. The only connection between us would be our child. A loveless marriage was all it would be between us. If Ares decided to end our marriage, then there'll be nothing left between us.

Ares booked us a presidential suite at Bellagio for our wedding night. A snicker escaped my lips at the word wedding night. Yes, all he ever wanted from me was my body.

I didn't care if he noticed the annoyance on my face.

At every passing minute, I became more and more pissed at my husband. My hormones were acting up. One minute, I wanted to push his possessive hold away from my body and the other, I wanted nothing more than to offer him my everything.

When we reached our suite, I stood in the foyer of the luxurious suite and waited for him to lead the way for me.

My husband did no such thing. He shrugged off his jacket, threw it at the sofa and made his way over to the bar to get a drink.

I laughed, dryly.

His glowing green eyes stared at me from lowered lids. "Something funny going on?"

"Yes; you are funny." I crossed my arms. "You can't bring yourself to touch me without getting drunk?"

"Firstly, I am just having a drink and secondly, I am not going to touch you."

My lips flattered. It made me sad to think that I was so damn repulsive to him.

"But it's our wedding night." Was I seriously reasoning with my husband to touch me?

"Take the master suite and go to bed."

"What do you mean by it?" I took steps towards him. "You're not even going to spend the night in the same room as me?"

He remained silent. His blank stare told me everything I needed to know.

A flood of nausea hit me. I controlled the urge to empty out my stomach and stayed still. Defeated and emotionally wrung out. I stayed rooted in my spot.

"If this is your way to torture me, please end this marriage right now. I don't want to spend my life with a husband who feels nothing but contempt for me."

Not waiting for his reply, I turned around and left him standing alone.

I slammed the door shut and sank down on the floor. I wrapped my hands around my waist and curled into a ball. Alone and numb. It was all I felt.

My hand palmed my barely visible bump. I ran my fingers over the material of my dress. The only warmth in my life was my baby.

I don't know how I'll raise her-in my head it was a babygirl-without Ares. A muted sob left my lips and I cried my heart out.

***

I woke up under a crushing grip around my waist. I was spooned. The weight of the muscled leg on my hip kept me from moving. On top it, sometimes hard of poking my stomach.

Startled. I realized I was no longer on the floor, but in bed with Ares. Confused and disoriented, I was almost a captive under his unrelenting hold.

He hated me yesterday. Now, what's with the possessiveness all of a sudden?

Pissed and tired of being played over and over by him, I pushed at his chest and kicked him a little to get some space between us. His eyes flew right open.

"What the fuck."

"Yes, what the fuck." I yelled at him. Out of his hold, I got up from the bed. "What the fuck is this?"

The chilled air from the air conditioner hit my skin making me aware of my stark nakedness. He undressed me?!

"God, Ares," I said, frustrated. I went in search for a robe in the walk-in closet and luckily found one and wrapped it around myself.

When I went back inside, Ares was lazily sprawled on the bed, the bed sheet covering him from the waist down. His morning wood poked out of the sheets. My eyes drifted to it.

Flustered, I did my best to not let my eyes drift again.

I didn't understand what Ares wanted from me. He probably didn't even realize that he was being plain out cruel to me. It was messing with my mind.

"What do you want from me?" The words left my mouth. I meant to sound harsh, instead it came out like a whine. An exhausted one.

Even though he just woke up, he looked fresh and captivating.

My heart shuddered in my chest when he said nothing. His eyes tense. He sat up straight on the bed. His powerful shoulders were tense too.

"Don't even think of lying to me because if this goes on any longer-"

"Then, what?" His voice rose. "You'll break up with me, again. That's it?"

"I don't know what I've done to deserve your bloody hatred. I broke up with you. So what? I've learned from my mistakes, but you, never let me forget about it. You are holding me accountable for breaking your heart as if you didn't break mine first."

"This same song, again." He laughed, humourless.

As if my heart couldn't take more of this cruel anguish. I lost my cool at him.

"You're so cruel, Ares. I wish I could truly hate you because that would make things so much easier for me, but I can't do it," I cried. "Despite everything that transpired between us, I foolishly still love you. I know I shouldn't love you or even be married to you, but if I lose you again. then I won't be able to survive it. But one thing I cannot survive is your hatred. I see it in your eyes. I can't tolerate it any longer."

He was out of the bed, naked. He stepped towards me with slow predatory steps.

"Yeah, and...?"

Tears pooled in my eyes. "I'll learn how to survive without you. I don't want to be with you anymore."

His face twisted. "Thread carefully, wife."

"You don't love me anymore and I can't stand it."

He invaded my personal space, we were so close to each other, yet he didn't make any move to touch me.

"You don't even want to touch me anymore." I closed my eyes. "I am pregnant," I whispered. A weight lifted off my chest. "I didn't want to tell you that I was pregnant with your child, but you have the right to know it."

"I knew you were pregnant."

My eyes popped open. I froze at his words.

"Do you really think I wouldn't notice the obvious signs of your pregnancy," he said, bitterly. "Look at your body. I know it better than you do."

"B-But..."

"I do fucking hate you, baby. But my love is much stronger than my hate for you. I am a selfish man. I don't share my things with anyone, especially-" Ever so roughly, he pushed the robe of my body and let it pool down on my feet. "This lovely c*nt." He slipped two of his fingers inside my folds.

I gasped.

On accord my hands went to grip his muscled biceps for support. I had missed his touch.

"Ares," I heaved.

"Only my babies will be allowed to have a piece of you. You'll be my woman, mother my children and take care of my needs. Your heart belongs to me, even your soul."

"Your heart is mine too." I hooked my leg up on his hip to give him better access. "You belong to me. Only me. You're mine. I'll leave you if you ever break my heart again. I'll take your babies too."

"Like hell you will." He scowled at me and went on to bite my neck. "I'll never let you go. You're mine in this life. Deal with it."

My savage man picked me up in his strong arms and in an urgency slammed his manhood inside me, impaling me.

He pressed his lips on mine and kissed me hot and fast. The scorching need to keep kissing him and have him fill me with his liquids had reached a new height.

Never in my life had I felt so completely. This was everything. I loved this man with fierce force and there was nothing better in this world than to be at his side forever.

"I love you so much, Luna," he said, in between hungry kisses. "Don't ever leave me again."

"I love you, Ares. More than you ever realize."

No later I was thrown on the cloudy mattress. Ares showed me no mercy. He took everything from me. It was the most raw, passionate, intense session of 'making love' I have had in my life.

"You're so goddamn beautiful," Ares let a guttural breath out. "And all mine."

If it was possible, I had turned even more aroused. I craved his thrust. Our skin slapped together in a rhythmic beat.

After my third orgasm of the day, I was spent out yet Ares was no way near to finishing up. He flipped on my stomach. My ass up in the air, his skilled hands positioned as per his liking.

He fucked me from behind.

He took me to new heights of pleasure that I didn't know were possible.

"Baby, you're so fucking tight and wet. Just how I like it," he grunted."

"Ares," I moaned. "I am tired."

"I am just getting started."

Oh, he was really serious. We spent the entire day fucking and kissing in every corner of the suite. It was the perfect beginning to our life together.

In between breaks, Ares and I discussed our upcoming living situation.

"No," he said firmly. "You'll no longer stay with your aunt."

"But, Ares, I have school."

"I don't care. I'll have you homeschooled if need be. As of now, you only need to focus on eating healthy and taking good care of yourself. I'll appoint a nutritionist, dietician and a trainer for you."

I bit my lip, unable to argue with him. "I have dreams too. Being your trophy wife is not one of them."

His hand stayed on head, occasionally caressing my abdomen.

"My trophy wife," he repeated my words. "Don't fight me on this. Who's to say you won't get pregnant again, and then what? What's more important to you; my kids or some overly ambitious dream?"

I chuckled. "Do you live in the 1900s? I can manage both of them. And I am not having anymore kids until I am ready again. This one was a beautiful mistake, but if we have kids in the future, they'll be planned."

"My child is not a mistake. To answer your question, you'll want more kids yourself."

"Yeah, in future," I answered. "And I am not referring to our baby as a mistake."

His hands gripped my hips. "You'll move into my apartment by next week. I'll have you homeschooled for the rest of the year and for your college, we'll decide on something."

I chose to not remain silent and not ruin the beautiful bliss I was currently enjoying.

His fingers strummed my folds expertly. I enjoyed it way too much.

"We'll leave for Chicago in the morning. I'll arrange a perfect afternoon with your aunt. I was thinking that we should break the news to her in public because that'll stop her from creating a scene."

He was still finger fucking me. I was writhing from ecstasy while he was calm as a lamb.

"You agree?"

I know he was grinning maliciously. He enjoyed watching me come undone every time his fingers worked me up.

"Yes, yes!" I gasped. He finally gave me what I wanted. "Baby, I love you."

"I know."

***

Five years later...

Ares

I boarded the flight on a late Sunday evening after being thoroughly spent from back to back meetings.

The entire week I was buried in work and now I am finally headed to my home to be thoroughly buried inside my wife. A very pregnant wife.

It has been years since our paths first collided together and I thank my lucky stars that it did, because without my wife, my life wouldn't have been this way. I had everything I ever wanted.

It was a habit of mine. To get what I want. I'll go to any measure to get my hands on what I intended to take and the habit had worked to my advantage. At 23, I not only oversaw my family's business, but I was also a lawyer.

A cunning lawyer.

I loved being in control. Power was something I thrived on, because it came naturally to me. It was late in my life that I realized that I never actually understood what it was like to be in power.

But now I know.

I've already gotten a taste of it and there is no way I'll stop in my tracks.

Only thing was, I'd stumbled on a ghost from my past whom I can't-wouldn't be able to shrug off.

My head pounded like a bitch. If I wasn't so fucking deranged-out of my bloody mind, I'll back off before committing myself to something that can potentially spoil everything.

"This." Axel threw the folder on the round table. "Is getting way out of our hands. I am thinking about involving my father in it."

"Shut up," I told him. "I don't want to think about it just yet."

"You fucking orchestrated everything. Now, if you didn't get a boner from merely thinking about the fact that you may possibly become a senator, then you'll understand why I am so against this," Axel rumbled, furiously.

He's correct, sort of. My wife often worries that someday I may drive myself into a hole so deep that I'll completely lose my footing.

"You have children, Ares."

I did have children. A lot of them. Only, he didn't know that I was doing everything for my children. My oldest was almost four years and old and top of it, my twins were turning two tomorrow.

I don't answer him. Vodka helped a lot.

Axel's glare stayed rooted at me and I don't bother providing him with an explanation.

"Ares, listen to me." My eyes darted over at him. "There are other ways to get to him. He may not even be with Mia. Maybe he's drunk somewhere, sleeping his way through whores."

Even he knew that wasn't the truth.

Chase was hell bent on searching for Mia. Whilst his search for his lost love, he met somebody. That somebody was currently waiting for him to come back to her... and their daughter.

"I am staying firm on my decision, Trent. If you want to back out, then by all means, get lost."

"You know I can't do that." His tone was harsh enough to flinch the hostess who was tending for us.

I remained silent for the rest of tge flight. Axel acted like a bitch and the moment we landed on my private airstrip, he just up and left without saying a word.

He'll get over it.

Only thing on my mind was to get home to my wife and children.

Tomorrow was the twin's birthday party and all of our close family and friends were invited to it. During the initial period of our marriage, things were a bit patchy between my parents and Luna.

As time passed, they learned to be cordial, because we were family. Her aunt was way beyond pissed off when she first learned what we had done. In fact, she did create a scene in public.

But, the moment my little girl entered the world screaming and crying, everything was forgotten. The only thing that mattered was my little girl, Moon.

She was a bundle of joy and my most precious possession.

The moment I entered my three-story french home in DC, which was the place I was temporarily located, I was the angel in blue.

I smiled, but kept my eyes to the floor. She hated being ignored. I stood near the couch and shrugged off my jacket and loosened my tie.

"Daddy." Her little hands grabbed the material of my trousers. "I am mad at you," I heard her huff. "Don't talk to me."

Then her little figure ran off to God knows where, but I caught her in my arms before she could venture further into the house. She squealed in my arms as I rained kisses on her beautiful face.

"I got you, moonlight." It was my nickname for her.

"Stop, daddy," she tried to push my face away. "Your beard tickles."

I had a mere stubble on my jaw from not shaving this past week, but being a drama queen, she made faces at me.

I managed her on my arm and she curled in my hold. She yawned and I frowned. Was she not following her sleep schedule?

"Luna." I called for my wife. "Luna." When she didn't answer, I turned to Moon. "Where's mommy?"

"She and I played with Dash and Samy, but she wanted to pee, Daddy. Mommy pees all the time. It's gross." Dasher and Summer were my twin children. Only twelve minutes apart, respectively.

"Yeah, it's because your baby brother is inside mommy' belly."

She lifted her head and stared at me with her inquisitive turquoise eyes. Her blonde hair was in a french braid. She looked like a princess in her royal blue dress.

God screwed me in all the right places when he blessed me with a daughter who had her mother's alluring looks and my troublesome attitude.

She'll be even more of a havoc in her teenage years. Not to mention the boys that I'll have shoo away from her. It would be work.

"My baby brother is making her pee all the time? Why?"

I tried my best to explain to my four year old inquisitive child why her mother's body functions a little differently than before.

"That's so boring, daddy." She made an uninterested face.

I laughed and kissed her chubby cheeks.

Then, a vision in pink, my lovely wife showed up. She was in her third trimester and the swell of her baby bump did enough to turn me on. If it wasn't for my daughter present with us, I would've had my way with Luna.

She grinned at me. "Honey, I missed you." She reached us and dropped a kiss on my lips. My hand reached her nape, our lips lingered far too long, much to Moon's dismay.

"Stop it!" She cried.

She was nothing compared to our little Summer. Summer screamed bloody murder whenever she saw her mother lock lips with her dad. Dash on the other hand was a little mellow.

To annoy Moon, I leaned in and sucked on Luna's lips.

"Daddy." She pushed my face away.

"Hey," Luna said, sternly. "You don't disrespect your father."

I was actually proud of the woman Luna had become since the birth of our daughter. She was a loving wife and a doting mother. I always thought I'll have to be the one to keep my family in line, but Luna stepped right up for the role.

She was strict when she needed to be. Just because my wife was strict didn't mean that I wasn't the one with a firm hand. In fact, Luna knew a thing or two about it.

"Sowie, daddy." Moon flashed me her puppy dog eyes and kissed my cheek. "Oh, on. My show is on." Getting out of my hold, the child bolted faster than lightning to, no doubt, her playroom.

"That's some kid of yours, Mrs. Torrance." My arm wrapped around her waist, I pulled her close to me, as far her body could allow.

"I blame your genes. Even Alfie has inherited your traits." Alfie was our Siberian husky.

Her fingers worked on my tie, removing it. Her fingers traveled to my hair. She loved running her hands through it.

"I went a week without you. I should be so mad at you."

"But you're not," I completed her unspoken thoughts. "Because you love me."

"No, I just want your d*ck."

I laughed. "Crass humor, huh, have I corrupted you beyond repair?"

"You did that a long time ago. There's no mending now."

My thoughts went back to Chase. I didn't know where he was. What he was doing. I wasn't even sure whether he wanted to return back to his life. The last time I saw him, he looked absolutely fine. I thought he had finally moved on from...

Oh, I was so wrong. That braindead fucker won't let a dead person rest peacefully in her grave and now she's back to haunt us.

"I was thinking of inviting Charlotte to dinner tonight. She looked miserable yesterday and I think she needs to be around kids to let everything settle in."

Charlotte.

My sister had always craved for love in her life and when she finally saw a glimpse of love in my friend, he disappeared from her life like a phantom.

Not wanting to keep it a secret anymore, I decided that Luna had every right to know what was actually happening.

"There's something you need to know." I took her face in my palms. "But, please promise me that you won't freak out."

The color drained from her face. "W-What is it, Ares?" She tugged my hand away from my face. "What did you do? I swear I'll kill you if-"

"It's not what you're thinking."

"Then stop scaring me to death and spit it out."

"Mia is alive. In fact, she's out of control and I think she'll go to any extent to get Chase."

***

now the chapter is closed and done... and now it's goodbye, it's goodbye for us

and hello to possessive rich bully (finally")