My body was pressed against his hard slack and colliding underneath the agonizing tension, he lowered his mouth to mine and his tongue darted to run across my bottom lip. My core throbbed under his touch and my thighs clenched hard when he thrusted...
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MIA FAYE
The car came to a halt in front of a tall-standing stoned building with a defined gravel parking space, where thousands of luxurious cars were lined up to as far the eyes could reach. White marbled columns stood twenty feet high, boosting up a manicured landscaping and a generous amenity look. The door to my side opened with Hades extending his palm out. I arched my brows in surprise and my gaze darted from his hand to his face. He motioned me towards his hand but ended up interlocking them himself and gently pulled me out of the car.
Closing the door behind him, he tossed his keys to the butler. With a flick glance to the side, he slid my hair down my chest and tightened his grip on our locked fingers.
"Quite the gentleman." I chuckled, looking ahead at the entrance being wired with different types of cameras and security sensors.
He bent his head down to meet my face and pressed a kiss on my cheek, inches away from my lips. I inhaled a sharp breath from the sudden close proximity.
"Don't even think of looking for any redemptive qualities in me." He paused to brush his thumb across my jaw. "It won't be good."
I turned to face him with a cocky smirk as we neared the wooden entrance door. "You intrigued me." I said, noticing a smirk lift his lips up.
"That's new." He responded, twisting and turning the ring on my middle finger.
"In a bad way." I gave him a tight, closed lip smile.
"So do you." His eyes was drawn to my lips for a brief second. "In a confusing way."
We stepped into the illuminating hall, with classy men and elegant women standing right under the chandelier, one hand holding wine-filled glasses and the other flaunting their highly branded leather purse. Highly and mighty for short lasting lavish nights with thousands of compromises in their made up lives. We strolled past the flaunting crowd to the end where our reserved table had been set and took our seats.
Slow rhythm music drifted down the hall, sending me to slightly tap the point of my heels along the beats. It brought ecstatic joy to the heart with the picture of this night in my mind. Not long after, a waiter approached our table and greeted us. He looked in his twenties with dark green eyes and blond hair. Keeping a covert glance on me, he placed down the menu card and flashed me a smile.
"Ma'am, what can I get for you?" He asked, placing both his hands behind his back in a professional manner.
"I'd like a martini, thank you." I returned back the smile.
He nodded and turned to Hades. With that look on his face, it was more than obvious that he was pissed. His hands that were placed on the table were bawled into fists and his seething glare was directed to the waiter.
"Sir, what can I get for—" The waiter struggled to get his words out. His face had lost his red hue and was now entirely white.
"A bottle of red wine." Hades interrupted him, reclining back into his chair and turning to face him.
