6. No sense

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~••♡•▪| KORI NOVIKOV |▪︎•♡••~



Ares.

That was all I thought about the entire night. I thought about how he went from treating me like shit to potentially saving my life. I thought about how I just invited him into my home.

I thought about how handsome he was and how soft he became when he picked me up from work. He was not the same person that criticised me every day at the diner.

I thought about his hands-strong, calloused, the kind that could break but also protect. I thought about the way his muscles strained under his compression shirt, and how his broad frame seemed to fill the space around him, making me feel both small and strangely safe.

Ares was a gentleman in a rough-edged kind of way-his words might've been laced with curses, but there was something underneath them, something raw and real that pulled me in despite myself.

I never really had a boyfriend or anyone that I was interested in. There was once a guy at my old school who asked me out on a date but stood me up. It was embarrassing and I never tried dating again after that.

I was a 22-year-old virgin with no boyfriend or any love interest. The closest thing I had to a boyfriend was Gene and I didn't even like him all that much. In Fact most days he scared me. He was harsh rude and abusive.

I had no way out because if I chose to leave I'd end up on the streets. Like I said, from one abusive household to another. This one wasn't so bad - I spent most of my days working and by the time I got home, there wasn't any time to do anything.

The morning came quicker than I wanted, pulling me out of bed before I was ready to face the day. I dragged myself to the bathroom, pausing to glance into the room across from mine. No sign of Gene. Rent was due soon, and the knot of anxiety in my stomach tightened. If I had to cover the whole amount, I'd be left with nothing. I fired off a message to him, hoping for a reply that never came.

I made my way into the bathroom, following my usual morning routine and made my way to the train station.

The weather outside was slightly overcast, and extremely windy. The cold wind nipped at my ears and I zipped up my jacket to cover my neck.

A familiar grey car rounded the corner of the street, stopping in the middle of the crosswalk. Ares.

"Get in the car," His voice was stern yet soft.

"No, I'm almost at the train station,"

I couldn't let myself get close to someone, especially in my situation. I also couldn't let myself blindly trust someone who had serious mood swings.

After he left yesterday, I realised that inviting him into my home was careless and completely out of character for me.

"Just get in the car, Kori," This time his voice was commanding, but I ignored him as I continued to walk towards the station.

"I'm not repeating myself, love," he spoke again and he drove the car ahead of me parking a few shops ahead. He switched off the car and got out, walking towards me.

He had an angry look on his face and I wasn't sure whether it was his default setting or the fact that I had managed to piss him off early in the morning.

"Please just leave me alone," I practically shouted, but that didn't seem to stop him in his tracks. He was determined as he purposely stepped towards me, grabbing me by the waist. I expected his touch to be rough, but it was feather-like.

He hoisted me over his shoulder despite my protest. I didn't know this man from a bar of soap and here he was manhandling me.

"Let me go," my fists pounded against his back, his ripped and well-toned back.

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