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- 9 -

With so much alcohol in my veins, it's very difficult to focus on being sensual.

I have to try anyway. I need to get my revenge on Ares. He has played with me twice already, he can't go through life inciting innocent souls like me and leave them burning with the desire.

Innocent soul...

I'm really drunk. My stalker soul isn't innocent, not with the things I do in the dark of my room when no one sees me. I blush, remembering the times I've been thinking about Ares when I do that. I can't believe how perverted I am. In my defense, Ares is the first male figure I had access to when I hit puberty. It's his fault for being in my field of vision when my hormones started dancing all over the air.

That stupid Greek God is still there, watching me without missing a single detail of every movement I make. I lick my lips and move to the rhythm of the music, lifting my hair with my hands and letting it fall slowly. I try to forget him, to ignore how nervous I am that he's gazing at me. It's not every day that a guy as handsome as Ares has his attention on me.

I turn my back to give him a good view of my body, I don't have a spectacular body but I have a good figure and a decent behind. The sweat begins to roll down the neckline of my dress, my forehead and at the sides of my face. I'm thirsty, in all the senses if you catch my drift.

I have no idea how much time has passed but when I turn around again to look at Ares, he's gone.

My heart pounds even more as I search for him everywhere for him. Where did he go?

Is he coming for me?

What am I supposed to do in that case?

I haven't developed my seduction plan that far.

Stupid Rachel, always getting into games that you can't play.

Decided, I walk again towards the staircase where the mummy guard is. He gives me a tired look, "VIP zone."

"I know," I reply reluctantly, "but a friend is up there and told me to go upstairs."

He lifts a bushy eyebrow, "You expect me to believe that?"

"It's the truth, he's going to be angry if he knows you've got me here waiting." I fold my arm across my chest.

"If your friend wants you up there, he should come and get you, don't yo think?"

"Why can't you just let me go up there for a second?"

"Because it's clear that you don't belong up there, brat."

"Excuse me?"

"Do you think coming to a rich club automatically gives you class?"

The rage leaves me speechless for a second, "You're an idiot."

"The truth hurts, now go back to where you belong, brat."

Alcohol mixed with rage gives me the strength to raise my hand and try to slap him but being someone trained to deal with violence, he stops my hand in the air.

"Let me go. Fine, I'll go." I fight to break free, and he just tightens his grip on my wrist. I wince, "I said I'll go, stop." He just squeezes it harder. "Ow! You're hurting me."

"I believe she ask you to let her go." a sweet voice fills my ears from behind, I turn to look over my shoulder to see Apollo Hidalgo all serious and well-dressed.

"This is none of your business." the guard snaps rudely.

Apolo smiles tenderly, "Assaulting a minor is quite the heavy charge, I doubt you can get away with it."

The guard laughs, "If you're trying to scare me, you're just making a fool of yourself, kid."

Ugh...

I glance at the guard. Apollo may have the face of a young boy but he's the son of one of the most powerful families in the state.

Apollo laughs. The guard maintains his posture, I try to get out but he doesn't let go, "Why don't you mind your own business and go?"

"Because I can 't let you hurt a lady like this."

The guard gives me a disgusted look, "This lady was trying to sneak where she doesn't belong."

"And does that entitle you to mistreat her?"

"She attacked me."

"She's not attacking you right now and you're still squeezing her wrist so hard I bet it will leave a mark on it." The guard lets me go and pushes me to Apollo.

"Well, you can take your brat out of here."

Apollo lifts my arm and inspects my wrists, it's red but I don't think it'll leave a bruise. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, thank you."

The guard gives us an impatient look, "You two can get out of my sight."

Apollo sighs and walks to the guard, "I don't like doing things like this but you've earned it. I gave you the opportunity to be nice and you did the opposite." Apollo pats his shoulder " Go to be an idiot elsewhere, you're fired."

The guard's eyes widen, "What?"

"You heard me. Let's go, Rachel." Apollo takes my hand with all the confidence of the world and we climb the stairs, leaving a guard behind, stunned.

I follow him, and can't help asking, "Fired? Is this bar yours?"

Apollo shakes his head. "It's my brother's."

It's my turn to look surprised, "Ares?"

Apollo laughs, "Ares with a bar? Mom would die, it's Artemis' bar."

Oh the older brother.

"Don't worry, I already sent a text to Artemis about that guard. It's not his first time putting his hands on other people. Artemis is coming to handle it."

A part of me feels sad for the guard but then I remember how poorly he treated and it goes away.

Wait a minute...

Artemis is coming ...

And I have more alcohol in my veins than blood right now.

The small discussion with the guard made me sober up a little but I still have a long way to go to get fully sober.

I realize my drunkenness because of how hard it is to climb a few stairs.

A knot rises in my throat to the possibility of finding Ares up here. The VIP area is beautiful, with glass tables and comfortable sofas and chairs. There are waiters attending groups of rich kids drinking and snacking. At the end of the room, I see some crimson curtains and only darkness beyond that.

Apollo guides me to sit in one of the chairs in front of an empty table, "Sit down. What would you like to drink?"

I scratch my brain trying to remember what I was drinking with Dani but she has already given me so many different drinks that I don't even know. I only remember one for his peculiar name: Orgasm. But there is no way in this life or the next that I tell Apollo that word.

"What would you recommend?"

Apollo gives me an innocent smile. "I don't drink, but my brothers love whiskey."

I nod, "Then, a whiskey it is."

Apollo orders it to a waiter and then sits down beside me, I hold my hands on my lap.

"I'm so sorry about the guard," Apollo apologizes, looking at me with those tender eyes he has. "Sometimes they just hire anyone."

"It's okay. I shouldn't have tried to come up here anyway."

"I'll tell Artemis to give you a pass so anytime you come, you can come up here."

"Thank you, but that's not necessary."

"Hey, we are neighbors and basically we grew up playing through the fence that divides our houses." That's true, we're not friends but I remember so many times that we played and talked through the fence all together. That was a long time ago.

"I didn't think you'd remember that, you were so small."

"Of course, I do. I remember everything about you."

The way he said it made feel awkward. Apollo notices the expression on my face and speaks, "Not trying to weird you out or anything like that, I just have a good memory."

I smile to calm him down, "Do not worry."

I'm the last person to judge when it comes to stalking.

The waiter brings the whiskey and I take a sip, fighting to swallow it.

This tastes awful.

My curious eyes travel to the crimson curtains, "What's in there?"

Apollo scratches his head, "It's the candles' room, it's for people who need more... privacy."

"Privacy for what?"

Apollo blushes, uncomfortable, and I understand, "Oh, really?"

"It's not to have sex, but to kiss and stuff like that, you know the hormones."

Of course, of course, I know that.

Apollo's phone rings and he gets up to answer the call. My eyes are still on those curtains.

Wait a minute...

Ares ...

Is it that Ares is there doing who knows what with a girl?

He hasn't returned to his seat for some time so he didn't go to the bathroom, and I don't think he left so early.

In a single swallow, I drink my whiskey and head for the blessed candles' room. I need to know if my frustrated love is in there, kissing another. How could he do that after the sensual dance that I perform for him?

That idiot...

He's going to listen to me.

Darkness envelops me when I cross those curtains. My eyes take some time to get used to the small illumination coming from candles and nothing else. I see couples kissing and fumbling on the couches spread all over the place. Some look like they were having sex with clothes, wow, this is too much for my little soul.

Ignoring them, I look for the boy in a gray shirt who roams my dreams but I can't find him.

I'm about to give up, when out of the corner of my eyes something gray crosses. I turn around and through the glass door of what looks like a balcony, I see him.

Ares.

He sits in a chair with his head titled back and his eyes closed. Carefully and in absolute silence, I step out to the balcony.

Ares looks so handsome with his eyes closed, he looks almost innocent. His long legs are stretched out in front of him, in one hand he holds his drink of whiskey and uses the other to give a quick adjustment to his eminent erection. He withdraws his hand looking frustrated. Obviously he's trying to calm his little friend by getting some fresh air but it doesn't seem to be working. A smile of victory invades my lips.

So you're not immune to my seduction attempts.

I have you, Greek God.

I clear my throat and Ares opens his eyes and straightens his head to look at me, I can't shake the stupid victorious smile from my face and he seems to notice.

"Why am I not surprised to see you here?" he straightens up in his chair.

I chuckle, "Getting some fresh air?"

Ares runs his hand over his jaw, "You think I'm like this for you?"

I cross my arms over my chest, "I know you are."

"Why are you so sure? Maybe I've been kissing a beautiful girl in there." He points the candles' room behind me, "She left me like this."

His answer doesn't affect my smile. "I'm sure because of the way you are looking at me now."

Ares stands up and my courage staggers, "And how am I looking at you?"

"Like you were a second away from losing control and kissing me."

Ares laughs, that hoarse, masculine laugh that sounds so sexy, "You're delusional. Maybe it's the alcohol."

"You think so?" I push him and he drops in the chair. Those deep eyes do not detach from mine, as I come closer and with both of my legs at the sides of his own, I sit on him.

Immediately, I feel how hard it is against me. I bite my lower lip. Ares's face is inches from mine, and having him so close makes my poor heart beat insanely.

He smiles, showing off his perfect teeth, a glint of curiosity in his eyes, "What are you doing, witch?"

I don't answer, and just buried my face in his neck. He smells delicious, a combination of expensive perfume with his own smell. My lips make contact with the delicate skin of his neck and he shudders.

My breath quickens as I leave wet kisses all over his neck. Then, I have him put the drink on the floor and guide his hands to put them on my behind to leave them there. Ares sighs, I keep my attack on his neck. His hands squeeze my body with desire, I feel him, getting even harder against me. So, I begin to grind against him gently, tempting him, torturing him.

A slight groan escapes his lips, I smile against his skin and move my mouth to his ear, "Ares." I moan his name in his ear and he presses me harder against him.

I move my face away from his neck and look into his eyes, the lust I find in them disarms me. His nose touches mine, our quickened breaths mingle, "You want me?" I ask, licking my lips.

"Yes, I want you, witch."

I lean to kiss him and when our lips are about to meet, I throw my head back and I get up in a quick move.

Ares looks puzzled, and I give him a smirk, "Karma sucks, Greek God."

And feeling like the queen of the universe, I move away from him and walk back inside the club, leaving him hanging there.