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"I'm addicted to your allure and I'm fiending for a cure."

― Christina Aguilera, Christina Aguilera: Strippe

Corybantic (adj.): A wild, frenzied state; unrestrained

Adrianna's POV:

Archer nodded as we entered the warmth of the mansion, his steps coming to a halt, "Her name is Britney. We have no connections with her as of now."

I let out a breath, dreading the possible confrontation.

I imagined Ares' ex to be someone who matched him. Someone regal, but also snarky. Someone who held herself well and hailed from money.

I shook my head as I clenched my fists.

The thought of his ex wasn't pleasant, delving into someone's personal life without their knowledge was never pleasant, but I had to do it for Ares' sake.

"How did they.... Break up?" I asked carefully as I treaded on a thin thread.

Archer let out a sigh, "Britney broke up with him after the accident, she said his blindness was 'inconvenient' for him," He rubbed his temple, "Too bad, all of us liked her."

My mouth parted in an O as sudden disappointment, along with rage crawled up inside me.

She left him when he needed her the most. That's disgustingly low.

I mean I was a bitch, but I wasn't vain. I would never leave my partner just because he lost his eyesight. It would be when he would need me the most.

"No offense but she sounds like a grade A bitch."

Archer chuckled, "It took us a while to realize that."

"It's getting late," Archer sighed as his eyes drifted to the wall clock on the main door, "I should go to sleep, have an important meeting tomorrow. See you tomorrow, Adri."

I nodded as I watched him jog away. Eventually, I let myself into my room as well, my mind riling from various thoughts.

Ares had an Ex.

I shouldn't have expected anything else, he was a man of 35. I would have been more surprised if he didn't have any girlfriend.

I twisted and turned the whole night, sleep long forgotten as I came up with different ways to ask Ares about Britney. Knowing that she existed, bothered me more than I could put into words.

I eventually let out a sigh, sitting up. My eyes drifted to the mirror across me. My hair was a wild mess of curls, dark circles around my eyes and I looked more disturbed than before.

"I don't know what to do..." I mumbled to myself as I saw the first light of dawn seeping through the window.

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I rubbed the lotion on my arms as I watched Bethany keeping down Ares' diet chart from the corner of my eyes.

"Did you mark the dishes you served him?" I questioned as I applied a red lipstick.

"Yes," She nodded, eyeing me, "Uh are you going out?"

I raised an eyebrow as I met her eyes through the mirror.

"Yes," I let out a sigh, "I am going to visit the hospital later on- will check on Ares and change the top and I'm gone."

I was wearing a long sleeve maroon crop top that showed the tattoo on my midriff perfectly, I wore my nipple piercing today so it's outline could be seen through the top. A baggy denim pant covered my lower part. My hair was pulled into a ponytail. My mascara made my catlike blue eyes stand out more.

I looked hot but it wasn't the right thing to wear for my later visit. So maybe I would put on a coat.

"It's good to dress up once in a while, don't you think?" I sent a wink on her way which made her chuckle and shake her head.

"You look beautiful," she shot me a smile, "Like a girl from those magazines!"

I pouted, a secretive smile playing at the corner of my lips, "Thanks."

Bethany only chuckled again, seeing herself out.

I spayed my favorite perfume as I let myself out and dragged myself to Ares' room.

My heart pounded wildly in my ribcage.

Whenever I was in proximity of him, my brain went to a frenzy. I shouldn't have this kind of thoughts about my patient but I couldn't reason with anything.

I let out a grunt as the irrational thoughts clouded my brain, that and added horniness was messing with me.

I needed to visit the club downtown.

Letting out a sigh, I knocked, my pussy tingling at the mere thought of him.

"Come in," A gruff voice resonated through the room.

Damn, daddy woke up early.

His voice was rough, delicious, sinful, like molten dark chocolate and rum- it only added to my frustration.

I let myself in, my fingers trembling slightly from anticipation.

He was seated on his usual seat, the sofa- his fingers hovering over a piece of beaded paper. His features were crunched as he seemed to concentrate on the paper.

He was reading braille.

He was dressed in the same black shirt from the previous night. His unruly hair indicated that he hadn't slept the previous night too.

Was he as bothered by me as I was by him?

Good.

He let out a sigh, running his thick, veiny hand through his hair- his long fingers treading through them. They looked soft as silk, dark and beautiful- perfect to clutch onto as I writhed under him.

His thick eyebrows were furrowed, jaw clenched as his full lips were set in a thin line. His stubble was gruffer, I could see specks of gray here and there. His jawline and cheekbones looked more prominent than ever.

He was just what his name was. A greek god. Ares.

"Mr. Estevan," I called his name, "Have you had your breakfast?"

His back straightened as he became more aware of my presence, his fists clenching, crumpling the paper.

I slowly walked to him, taking a long deep breath, my heels clicking on the marble, "It's time for your checkup," I muttered lowly.

I grabbed the machines from the bedside rack, placing it on the table as he unbuttoned his cufflink and began to roll the sleeve up, exposing more of his arm.

Dear lord have mercy on my poor body.

I gulped as I inched towards him, my heart and pussy throbbing in harmony as I picked up the sphygmomanometer and wrapped it around his arm.

"How are you feeling this morning?" I decided to ask, my voice shaky. From up close, he looked downright edible. His broad shoulders were straining against his shirt. He was strong and he could crush me with his hands if he wanted to.

"Better," He grunted.

My skin tingled at the proximity and my resolutions were slowly crumbling.

"Your blood pressure is normal, Mr. Estevan," I bit my lips, eyeing the door so that I could run from here before I would do something inappropriate.

"Ms. Campbell," He called as I unwrapped the machine, "Please fetch me a dry grey shirt from the closet."

My mouth went dry as I looked at him, "W-What?"

"Do I need to repeat myself?" His sinful voice rasped, "Ms. Campbell, it's your job to take care of me, right? If so then...."

He tilted his head, his tongue darting out to run over his plump lips.

"Do your job properly. Fetch me a shirt."

Tingles danced in my spine, making me tremble. The low timbre of his raucous voice engraved itself to my very core.

My steps stuttered as I walked to his closet that was across the room.

His closet was very colorful. For a man who couldn't see colors, it sure was very well decorated.

Then maybe, he kept all these various colors because he couldn't see the colors.

A pang of hurt shot through me as the realization dawned.

He surrounded himself with colors because he couldn't see them.

I grabbed the grey shirt and with a heavy sigh, closed the door of the closet.

"Mr. Estevan, do you like co-"

He was standing, his black shirt completely unbuttoned as it showed his delicious abs. A saw a horizontal scar running along his ribcage. He was muscular but lean- just how I imagined him to be.

My mouth went dry at the sight of his magnificently toned body. His pants hung low, giving me a peek of his deep tattooed V-line

Badly, so badly I wanted to run my tongue along those lines.

I drank him up, my head swirling from lust.

His skin was perfectly tanned, A bullet scar caught my eyes, adding to the story of his body.

"Please hand me over the shirt, Ms. Campbell," He slid down the shirt and discarded it to the side.

dontjumphimdontjumphimdontjumphim-

"Ms. Campbell?"

"Hhh?" I moved, my head spinning, "Yeah the shirt-"

The closer I got to him, the warmer my body got. My panties were drenched, my throat was burning and a flurry of butterflies danced in my stomach.

I kept my eyes down, silently extending the shirt toward him. It took me a lot of effort to not drink up this sculpture like man.

"Ms. Campbell?" He muttered, "I think this shirt is a size too small."

My eyes snapped toward him, drinking in his shirtless body.

The proximity allowed me to take in the small scars, the roughness of his smooth skin. Thin chest hair peppered his skin.

I watched as the ropes of muscles of his biceps flexed. I did not know a simple act of not wearing a shirt could be so fucking hot.

"Ms. Campbell?"

"Mhm?"

"Assist me."

My eyes bulged as I stared at him in shock. He frowned expectantly, waiting as he handed me the shirt.

I took it with trembling fingers, using every bit of my will and walked behind him.

His back was defined, toned- something straight out of my wildest wet dream. I helped him getting it on, trying to avert my gaze but at the same time couldn't.

I took a deep breath as I neared him- I was close. Too close.

I saw goosebumps arising over his skin- triggering mine. Maybe it was the contrast of my warm breath and my cold piercings.

I was affecting him more than he was letting me decipher.

I grabbed the hem of his half worn shirt and tugged it, watching the singular vein on his bicep throb. The heady mixture of his cologne was driving me wild, that mingled with the warmth of his body and the smell of him-

Oh how badly I wanted to touch him. To drag my nails over his bulging muscles, to leave a trail of redness on his callous skin.

How badly I wanted to do that.

I let out another breath, the images from my wet dream rushing into my head.

The shirt was indeed a size or two small, it took me some effort to get it to his bulging shoulders and in the process, my  pierced nipples brushed against his skin on accident.

My breath stuck in my throat, a silent gasp escaping me.

"I-I should go," I whispered, my breath fanning his exposed skin, "I need to-"

It happened on a whim.

One moment I was standing behind him, admiring the beautiful artwork that was his body and the next moment I was yanked by my throat.

His lips were curled into a sneer as his fingers curled around my throat. Tight enough to make me moan.

"Do you think I am a fool?" Ares mumbled slowly, each word falling off of his tongue like some sinful verse.

I licked my lips as his grip on my throat tightened, his long fingers were callous as they gripped me and it only made my pussy weep harder.

I wanted to taste those plump lips of his, I wanted them wrapped around my nipples, his teeth tugging my piercing, as he pounded into me without any mercy.

"I know you want me to fuck you, Adrianna," He rasped, making me pant. My clit was super sensitive, my cunt just wanted a release, "You want to fuck your employer."

"I do," I whispered, dazed, "I want you to fuck me. Hard."

A slow smirk lit up his lips.

Oh dear.

"Do not wish for things you don't want, little girl," He rasped, "It will save you from humiliation. This room smells like you. I can feel your warmth all around."

He let go of my throat, taking off his shirt and throwing it away. My fingers touched his mark as I panted.

"I don't."

"Huh?"

"I don't think it'd be a good idea, Adrianna."

I blinked, disappointment washing over me, "But why?"

"I am your employer and you are breaking one of my rules. Are you not afraid?"

"No."

His thumb ran along my lower lip, making sparks of tingles run down my spine, "A feisty little rule breaker, aren't you?"

I pressed my thighs together, "Ares..."

A wild look was plastered on his face, "I shouldn't want this," he mumbled, more to himself than me.

I let out a breath, "Me neither."

"I am older than you, much older," He explained slowly, "And you might regret it later."

"I won't."

His hand left my throat, as he turned his back, "See yourself out."

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