"Lys, come on!" Joan groaned and banged on the door.

"Calm your tits."

"You've been in there for an hour, what the hell are you doing!" she demanded, but there was no anger in her voice. She knew what I was doing, and she gave me some amount of space. She would never admit to being frustrated, or well, not with me.

We were going out, tonight again. And I had expected as much. We were after all on a well needed vacation. And both Joan and Chrystal were looking for a companion for the night. They were restless, or Chrystal was. I couldn't grasp how, she certainly hadn't spent last night alone.

I didn't mind going out, it kept my mind off of other things. But there was always this nagging feeling inside, the one that always made me take out pictures and stare for half an hour. Joan knew that I was ready, and that I was kind of happy going out and getting wasted.

I sat on the hotel bed in my room. It was a big room, with a bed fit for a king. The room was glorious and luxurious, it was in other words what the three of us were used to. I even had an open fire place in my room, and a cozy little balcony that showed the city below. I was wearing a maroon colored dress on, it sat tight against my body and showed of curves that I was damned proud of having. My hair was undone, my curls were free for once. I'd already applied my makeup, and was damned pleased with the result. I knew that I was good looking, and I wasn't ashamed to admit it. I was still sitting on the hotel bed, feeling sorry for myself, as usual.

"Lys," Joan began from the other side of the door, "you can't keep doing this to yourself. Kevin wouldn't have wanted that."

Just the sound of his name came as a shock to my system. I gripped the photo in my hand tighter, until I was afraid it was going to break. "I know," I answered, "I'll be right out." I kept staring at the picture. Kevin looked happy, with me standing under his arm, beaming up at him. I hadn't seen him in six months, he deployed to God knows where, and then went MIA. I kept staring at his little smile, his army cut hair, the navy blue marine uniform and the ugly looking white hat on his head. He had a hickey on the side of his neck and I laughed whenever I saw it. You're damaging Americas property, had been my fathers stern words. Not that either of us had cared.

"Lys, seriously, I'm going to rip your photos." It was Chrystal this time. God I really really really wanted to strangle her. I never did though, not for long at least. Being army brats, I hadn't had much of a choice, the two of them was all I had. The three of us, Joan, Chrystal and me had been living all over the world thanks to our fathers. We never really got to know any other people before we had to move again. Our fathers had worked closely together, where one went all followed, like musketeers. And, the two of them were my adoptive sisters, lucky fucking me.

"She'll kill you if you touch them," Joan answered for me. I couldn't make out Chrystals reply, but I bet it was something bitchy. She excelled at pissing me off, and she knew it. She liked me as much as I liked her, but the thing was…we were sisters. We'd gotten paired together from an early age and was told to like the situation. So in a sick sense of way, she was the sibling I never wanted, and I was hers. Joan had been both of our salvation, she balanced us out and kept our little crew tight together.

I took a deep breath and stood up. "I can't decide which shoes to wear," I complained. Both Joan and Chrystal knew that my change of subject was a permission to enter my room. Both of them came in, and my eyes grew big. "Jesus Christ Chrystal, could you cover yourself up!" She wore a short black lace dress, that showed more than it covered. You could almost see her whole breast area, the only thing properly covered was her nipples. And I knew that her ass would stick out if she turned around. Her blond hair was out, and she wore a lot of makeup around her blue eyes. Her eyes were smoky, midnight eyes, as her mother would have called them. I never understood why she bothered with that much makeup, she was stunning.

"Bite me bitch," she sneered and opened my closet.

Joan had a nice little white dress on, that flowed whenever she moved. Joan wasn't as pretty as Chrystal and she knew it. She had black short hair and brown eyes, she was good looking, but sadly she wasn't anything compared to Chrystal. She didn't wear as much makeup as Chrystal, but damn, she wasn't far behind. In other words, they were soooo getting lucky tonight. "My God, you look hoooooot!" she exclaimed and purred. I laughed and flipped my hair, damn straight I was!

"You gotta wear these!" Chrystal yelled in excitement and held up a pair of Louboutins. They had mesh lining, the heel was 6 inches, covered with front platform and a open peep toe. The foot was caged and covered with mesh lining, they were my favorite pair. I clenched my jaw together, Kevin had bought me those. Stop it. Don't.

"Sure, they'll look nice with the dress," I said with a casual shrug that neither one of my sisters missed. Or, Chrystal didn't miss it. She knew me inside out, as I did with her. She thankfully ignored it and gave me a knowing nod. We are strong, we are fire.

"You'll look like an amazon wearing those," she teased even though she was as tall as me and still wore heels.

Joan and I laughed, yeah, Chrystal and I was tall. 5'9 without heels, we almost reached 6'3 with them , but it was helpful in a way. Most guys didn't like when you were taller than them, it kept them away from me. "Alfa-males", as we liked to call them still approached us, but Chrystal was all to happy with the attention.

I put the shoes on, grabbed my black little clutch and we were out.

We were escorted in, and were seated at a table. I didn't bother asking, yet. I knew this was Chrystals doing, could smell it from a mile. The club was already packed, but it was exclusive, members only. The couches were made of expensive leather, the glasses were made of crystal, and the whole place oozed with money. People around us wore expensive clothes, jewelries, and perfumes. Everything from the tip of their head, to the bottom of their toes were fashionable. We all sat down, and there were already various bottles of alcohol standing ready at our table.

"So, Chrystal," I said over the music, "who did you fuck to get in here?"

Joan chocked on her drink and almost sprayed vodka through her nose. Chrystal flipped me off, until she saw something that lit her eyes up. "That guy."

I followed her gaze, it was planted on a group of men, three to be exact. "You have got to be kidding me!" But I knew she weren't. Chrystals mind worked like a man's, sex wasn't anything special and no strings attached. She looked good enough to fuck whoever she wanted, which she usually did. But I still admired her even though I called her a slut. She didn't try to hide it and it didn't bother her the slightest. I detested girls that slept around and then lied about it. Chrystal may be many things, but a hypocrite she was not!

"No," she purred, "the one in black." Even I had to admit that the three guys were handsome. The one in black was tall and fit, he had black hair, and I could tell that he was beautiful, even from a distance. Lucky slut.

"Do you have any shame?"

"Nope, lost it all last night when he fucked me raw." I laughed so loud that the whole club could hear me. The three men made their way towards our table, they moved with a lethal grace, and an arrogance that I recognized. One of them already had his eyes on me, which I tried to ignore.

"Don't tell me they're marines." I gave her a nasty glare, she knew what I thought about marines. Kevin had been my one and only exception.

"Does it look like I care?" She gave me a nasty smile back, I wanted to slap it off of her face, but held back. Joan pinched my arm to keep me from staring Chrystal down.

I was glad that I was sitting down, the men in front of me was breathtaking. They were all tall and muscular, their shirts did nothing to hide their bodies. And I was dead sure that it was on purpose. Two had black hair, the last one, the biggest of them was blond. All had electric blue eyes that caught me of guard. All of them had a masculine face, their jawline was defined, as were their cheekbones. They looked like Greek gods and the irony wasn't lost to me. I didn't like the way they looked at us, like prey.

"Hello," the one in the black shirt said and looked Chrystal over.

"Hi," she purred back and started playing with her hair. I knew that move, I had seen it to many times before.

"For God's sake," I muttered and grabbed the bottle of patron. I poured a shot for me and Joan, still not acknowledging the men. "Bottoms up." Joan gave me a feral smile, and gulped her shot down. I followed suit, it burned nicely in the back of my throat, down to my stomach.

"Girls, this is Arcas," she said and gestured towards the guy in black. "These two are his brothers, Manes and Ares." Manes was the other black haired brother, he nodded with a big smile and I saw that his eyes were already all over Joan. The last one, Ares, the biggest of the brothers, said nothing at all, but he stared all right.

"You're named after the sons of Zeus."

Ares looked at me with a small smile. "You know our mythology?" They all had a small accent, which wasn't strange, we were after all in Greece. His voice was deep, and he spoke with authority, like he was used to calling the shots. I was well versed in the language of men, my father was the general, and he was also used to getting what he wanted.

Joan and Chrystal groaned loud and clear, the three brothers looked at them in an amusing way. "Don't get her started."

"I'll take that as a yes," Ares said and moved his gaze to me. And I once again felt like prey, there was something feline in the way he looked at me. I didn't like it at all.

"I know some of it," I admitted and grabbed my drink again, anything to divert his attention.

The three men sat down with us on the couch, and it became quite crowded. "Most only recognize Ares," Manes said but still had his eyes on Joan.

"Not our Lys, she knows everything."

"I find that hard to believe," Arcas said with a small laugh.

"Don't test her," Chrystal said and put her finger at Arcas chin. She steered his face towards hers and kissed him. I gagged and turned away, Joan slapped my arm but laughed too.

The other two brothers looked at me, both with one eyebrow raised. "Sorry, lesbian," I lied and took a big gulp from my drink.

"What a waste," Ares replied and kept on looking at my like a predator.

This was the fifth night in a row that we were out.

I still didn't mind, I did my thing, got drunk, danced around and tried to stay clear from the brothers. Which was harder than it sounded. Joan had hooked up with Manes, and Chrystal and Arcas were fucking like bunnies. And I just knew that Ares was waiting for me to spread my legs. The chance of that happening was as big as me getting struck by lightning.

We were at a different club, but the feeling was the same. They others were sitting at our booth, up the stairs. And I was tired of watching their foreplay. No, thank you very much. I was downstairs, dancing my ass of. And I loved it, loved all the bodies pressing up on me, feeling the heat of them, and almost smelling their desire. They were playing a spanish song, I had no idea what it was called, but I felt my body responding to the slow beats and steps.

I felt a body pressing up on me, an insistent body. Two hands appeared on my hips and turned me around.

Ares.

"I didn't know you knew bachata." He started our dance, and I followed, not sure what else to do. His grip was determined, but relaxed, I could feel that he wouldn't take no for an answer. What will one dance do?

"I lived in Portugal for a while," I said as an explanation. Bachata was a sexy slow dance, with a lot of body contact, especially the hip area. Ares kept me close against his body, as the dance demanded. I had to admit that he was a good dancer, and a strong leader, he had full control over the dance and I followed his movements, mimicking them. He kept one hand at my lower back and pressed gently, silently directing me, demanding that I rolled my hips against his.

He twirled me around, and pulled me back against his body. My back was to his front and I felt his rock hard body against me. His hand slipped lazily towards my lower abdomen, shockingly close to my pantie line. I gulped down a breath, but kept on letting him lead, kept on feeling his hips rolling against mine. It's nothing, ignore it. I felt his lips at my throat and suddenly broke free from his embrace, turning towards him once more.

"I can't." Lights were blinking around us, the music kept on playing, but it all stopped for me. He looked at me with a grim expression, a darkness suddenly filled his eyes. He stared at me, like he couldn't believe what I just said.

He cocked his head in confusion, I bet he didn't get no for an answer often. "Why not?"

"I'm spoken for."

"By whom?" he demanded and looked around the club, he seemed bewildered. "No man should leave a female as you alone, unguarded."

"That's none of your business," I said with no warmth in my voice. Who the hell was he, talking like a Neanderthal and questioning my relationship. The music kept on pumping around us, bodies kept bumping into me, but we held each other's gazes. I could tell that he was annoyed, as was I. He might be used to having people follow him around. But I was too, I had been brought up in a world of men and I knew how to tackle them head on.

"Perhaps not. But it still peaks my interest." He took hold of my waist and dragged me towards him roughly, making me slam my hands into his chest. It felt like I just collided with a concrete wall. "What sorts of a man would let his woman wander of like this? And most important, what sort of a man would let his woman dance with another man like you just did?"

"Let me go," I said through clenched teeth. He gave me a sly smile, and I saw that he had no intention of letting me go whatsoever. "You'll regret it," I growled in warning when his face came closer to mine.

"I would like to see what you could do about it." He released me, just as sudden as he had taken hold of me. I stumbled back and noticed that my breaths came quicker, that my hands had started to shake in anger. "It's time to go," he said with a glance over his shoulder.

I gave him a rough laugh. "Go? Why don't you take your ego back to your table. I'll find my own way home."

"Suit it yourself." He gave me shrug and went back to the table, where the others were standing up, obviously waiting for the two of us.

Joan held up her hand in confusion, I waved back, intent on getting home as quick as possible. I heard Chrystal calling my name over the loud music and pretended not to hear her. I didn't want anyone to see how much Ares had shook me.

"Absolutely not."

"Lys please!"

"No."

"Don't be such a boring bitch. Why can't you just put on a nice little dress and go out with us like a sane person would do?" Chrystals voice was impatient, and a bit angry. I was used to her anger, it didn't bother me much.

"Blow me bitch," I said back and made my way towards my room. I was going to curl up with a book on the balcony, pop myself a bottle of vine and enjoy the warm night on my own. I was sick of being with the brothers all the time.

"Hey!" she yelled and came after me. She grabbed my arm and turned me around with a bewildered look on her face. "What's up with you?" She was searching my face for some sign, I kept it closed. I didn't want her to read me. We might not like each other, but we knew one another like only sisters could.

"Nothing."

"Don't give me that bullshit," she hissed back, "tell me why you don't want to meet them." She was already dressed. A cute little black cocktail dress. And, it left little to imagination, just the way Chrystal liked it.

"Because Ares gives me the creeps!" Joan and Chrystal howled with laughter, and I hated not being in on the joke. "What!" I demanded.

Chrystal grabbed my face with both hands and roughly kissed my forehead. "My God you are stupid Lys! He wants you." I pushed her back, which made her laugh even louder.

"No shit Sherlock," I hissed back.

"That's what's giving you the creeps?" she laughed. "Come on Lys, you don't need the ego boost. You know what you look like."

Of course I knew. I gave her an angry glare. "Yeah, that's not what this is about." I was attractive, there was no mistaking that. I'd inherited my fathers clear cheekbones and proud jaw. The rest was my dead mothers well balanced and beautiful face. I had her lush and long lips, her arched eyebrows, her curly hair, her small and delicate nose.

"You're gonna have to spread them for someone eventually."

"Slut."

"Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment. Now get dressed, we're going out." She left the room.

"I'm not going!" I yelled back like an angry four year old.

"Yes you are."

"Am not!"

She popped her head back in, her face was grave, her eyebrows raised. "What did I say?" I sucked on my teeth, I'd already lost. Her mother had always had the same gift and it had not died with her. "Hm?" she kept on, she smiled when I stayed quiet. "That's what I thought, now but something slutty on."

She won. I was out.

We were sitting at a rooftop restaurant, Athens spread under us, it was a beautiful sight, even I had to admit. There weren't any people besides us, and that kind of freaked me out. It freaked me out even more that this was a hotel, but the brothers had somehow managed to withhold the midnight view from the other guests.

I had finally given up, Chrystals nagging and begging had finally been to much for me. I even let her pick out my dress for the night. It was a violet light dress that matched the color of my eyes and left little to imagination. It hugged my curves tight, and yes, I reluctantly agreed that I looked gorgeous. I had my hair up, thanks to Joan. She was amazing with taming my hair, which always looked wild. The back of the dress was cut low, showing the tattoo at my shoulder blades. My makeup was light, some mascara, eyeliner, rogue and I was done.

"So," Chrystal began, "did you rent this whole place?"

"You could say," Ares answer was cryptic and I glanced at him. "What do you do for a living?" he asked me, he was always so intent on me, it still gave me the creeps.

"A little this and that." I was alsy cryptic on purpose, my line of work wasn't really something to speak about out loud.

"Oh come on Lys, brag a little!" Joan laughed. Her head rested against Manes shoulder, she had a little smile on her lips. I truly hoped that she kept her feelings out of this. Knowing her, she probably wouldn't. And he would break her heart eventually, leaving me and Chrystal to fix the damage.

"Yes," Chrystal purred in agreement, "tell them how much better you are than me and Joan."

"Bite me."

"You wish," she retorted.

"I've never had my rabies shot anyway."

"Girls, stop it," Joan interrupted. Chrystal gave me a nasty smile, and I gave her one back. We held each other eyes for the longest time before she took an angry breath and looked away. Joan chuckled and shook her head. "Alfa-thing," she whispered loud enough for all of us to hear.

"Bitches need to know their place," I said sweetly, still with my eyes on Chrystal.

The brothers roared with laughter, like it was an inside joke. "Cheers to that," Arcas said and held his glass up. We all drank, I happily gulped my drink. I felt unnerved, it felt like I needed the comfort and calm that alcohol usually gave me.

"Back to the bragging," Ares said and turned his electric blue eyes on me.

"There's really not much to tell," I said and twirled my straw. I hated his attention, it was so intense, so consuming I had difficulty even meeting his gaze.

"Jesus Christ," Chrystal exclaimed in annoyance. "She was a straight A student, she speaks a dozen languages and she's to only daughter of the general."

"What about your man?" I almost chocked on my drink, Joan went dead still beside me. I could tell that she wanted to reach out to me, but didn't want to draw the extra attention to me.

"Ah, he's MIA." Chrystal said it with such sadness in her voice that it almost held my anger back, almost.

"Say one more word about him and the only thing that'll be fucking you tonight is my heel," I told her in German. She and Joan was also fluent in it, my father's doing. Chrystal and Joan had loved Kevin, almost as much as I had. He'd been a gift from God, and it broke my heart to be reminded of him. That was one of the season for our vacation, for me to heal and try to accept the inevitable, he was dead, I needed to come to terms with that.

"Such a sharp tongue you have," Ares answered in German. I gave him a tight smile, his answering one didn't reach his eyes. "So, how many languages to you speak?"

"Enough to know that the three of you aren't speaking Greek."

That made him raise an eyebrow in interest. "Then what are we speaking léania?" He had a predatory look in his eyes, and a dangerous smile that matched.

He'd called me a lioness, it wasn't the first time someone referred to me in that matter. It was just the intensity of his gaze, the way he made the word sound that gave me goosebumps. "It sounds a bit like Latin, but it's not. And it's very similar to Greek. It could be a mix between the two."

"Very good," Arcas praised from the other side of the table. I had almost forgotten that Ares and I weren't alone. "You're almost right."

"You see? Our Lys is a genius," Chrystal purred in her sexy voice. Arcas forgot all about me, and turned his full attention to her. Joan and Manes were chatting away, I wasn't even sure they were aware of us.

"Aren't you full of surprises. Fully aware of what happens around you." Ares said and cast his eyes all over the balcony, following my gaze. I didn't like that he watched me so intently, he saw my every move.

"Not really," I said, "I just like to know my surroundings, that's all."

"You speak like a warrior."

That had both Joan and Chrystal chuckle, a low knowing laugh. "Enough," I barked at them. I hated that they gave up information about me like that. I was a very private person and detested people knowing too much about me. I valued my private life like a dragon hoarded treasure.

"Ah, do tell me," Ares purred in a seductive low voice. I kept my shiver to myself, his voice felt like dragging silk over my bare back. Although, not in a nice way.

"You're looking at a war hero." Chrystal, of course it was Chrystal. I never understood why she did that, why she bragged about me like I was a child of hers. I gave her a nasty glare, which she ignored. Of course, ignore me when it actually matters.

"Now you got me intrigued." Ares eyes were back at me, I could feel them on my bare skin even without looking at him.

"Not really," I said through clenched teeth. "I was deployed once and then sent home." I didn't tell them of my current occupation, and thankfully neither did my sisters.

"How come?" He leaned forward, towards me and my instincts told me to move my chair away from him. But I sat still, and almost had him leaning into my chair.

"Because I got knifed, and my father wasn't happy when he heard about it." The whole table was looking at me, but it didn't really matter. Joan and Chrystal already knew about it, they were the ones that took care of me afterwards. And being knifed wasn't really my biggest secret. Far from it.

"Where?" Ares eyes were glowing, the electric color of his eyes seemed to dance.

I sucked my teeth, deciding whether to tell them or not. "Downstairs," I told them and looked down at myself. "So you see, it's a complete train wreck down there. Poor girl doesn't work anymore."

Chrystal howled and threw her head back. "You're such a liar!"

The brothers looked horrified, like the thought of my lady parts not being intact scared them to death. I shrugged and smiled. "Could've fooled them."

Ares chuckled and called a waiter to our table with a flick of his hand. More drinks appeared, and I had the feeling that they wanted us drunk in purpose. I heard my father's words echo in my head. Always stay sharp, step on your toes. It was a valued lesson. "So, what does your parents do?" Manes asked, it was easy to forget him, he rarely spoke out to all of us.

"Dead," Joan said without any emotion. Her mother had been a nobody, a one night stand her father couldn't place. She just dropped her off on his porch one day without any explanation or note, absolutely nothing. But there'd been no mistaking her parentage, she looked exactly like her father had.

"Joan don't know her mother, mine died in cancer when I was little. Our fathers were killed in line of duty, Lys father was the only one that lived. He adopted us after that. So the three of us have been living together for the last seven years." Chrystal and I gave each other nasty smiles, both of us had been furious when the news came.

"Much to my dismay," I said, "what about you?"

"We grew up in Greece, our father was a business man. So we've lived all over the world." Arcas answer was were short, and didn't offer any more information. And I didn't miss that he kept quiet about their mother.

"So, what do you do?" I kept on insisting.

"We've taken over our father's company," Ares said. "And as you can see, business is booming." He held his hand out towards the city under us, and I started to wonder just what kind of business they were in. "He was a hotel and club owner," he clarified like he knew what I'd been thinking. "And yes, we own the clubs we've been taking you to. You even live in a hotel we own." Something about the way he said it made my skin crawl.

"How old are you?" I asked them all. They looked about our age, twenty something.

"I'm twenty-six," Arcas said, "Manes is twenty-four, and Ares is twenty-two." That made me pause, I thought that Ares had been the oldest of them. There was something about his bearing, and the way his brothers always followed him. I had assumed they did so because he was the oldest, obviously not. But he kind of looked youngest, even though they seemed to be the same age.

"You're as old as Lys then," Chrystal said and gave a knowing look, "or, soon enough." That earned her a angry glare, I was well aware what she wanted. And I was not going to spend my birthday with them.

"When is your birthday?"

"Summer solstice," I said and hoped that he didn't know when that occurred. His brothers laughed, Arcas even smacked his forehead. "What?" I asked, not even sure why I bothered.

"Ares was born at winter solstice."

Of course he was. "Really?" I feigned interest. The dangerous gleam returned to his eyes.

"Do you have any plans for your birthday?"

My phone started rang, Soldier by Destinys Child blasted. "Ah, ah," Chrystal sang with the song and started dancing in her seat. I laughed and stood up from my chair, we all knew it was my father. "Come on bitch, show me them hips!" Chrystal yelled from behind while I walked.

"You mean like this?" I said over my shoulder and rolled my hips to the beat. She laughed in encouragement, and I quickened my steps, my father was an impatient man. "Sir," I answered when I was far enough from the table. I smiled when I still heard Chrystals encouragements, I could say what I wanted about her, but she usually had my best interest at heart.

"Lysandra," he greeted, I didn't need to see him to know that he had his serious face on. "Where are you." One word and then he started with the demanding tone, it might even be a record.

"With all due respect sir, that information is classified."

"Don't play games with me missy!"

"Calm down general, or you're gonna pop a vessel."

"Lysandra, I am not playing games, where are you," he hissed.

A took a deep breath, I hated when he was this way. "Europe." The line went silent, but I knew that he was still there.

"Europe?" he asked in disbelief, "what the hell are you doing in Europe?" He still sounded concerned, but he could hear Chrystal yelling in the background. He knew I wasn't working, I would never bring my sisters on a misson.

"Ah you know, the usual, doing drugs, catching STDS, getting drunk." I kept calm, even though my blood started to pump in anger. We hadn't spoken for months, and he was already unbearable.

"Shit," he said in a great whoosh, and I knew that he leaned back in his chair. "I'm sorry Lysandra, I've been really busy." My anger withdrew, and I smiled.

"I know, it's okay." We had the same problem.

"How are the girls?"

"Fine, just fine. I'm taking good care of them, although I can't promise they won't get infected with some nasty STD."

My father chuckled, the rich warm laugh that I was so used to. "As long as my girl doesn't, it's not my problem."

"But sir, what would the military say about this?"

"Alright, alright," he laughed, "I wanted to call early and congratulate you. I'm going away tomorrow and I'll be gone for a couple of months."

"Sure, thanks sir." I was used to him being away, for months, with no way of contacting me. My father's location was always classified, he wasn't allowed to call home once he deployed. "Have you heard anything new?" I asked and clenched my eyes shut.

My father went silent again, and that was answer enough. "No, I'm sorry sweetie. But I have the finest men looking for him. They'll find him if he's alive."

"Yeah. And you're still not telling me anything. I gotta go, love you."

"You know I can't Lys. Love you too baby."

I hung up and squeezed the phone in my hand. Tears of frustration were gathering in my eyes. I can't take it much longer, not knowing.

"Lys?" Chrystal called from the table, "you okay?"

"Peachy," I called back and went back to the table. I sat down, crossed my legs and contemplated biting my finger. I dismissed the thought, I might need my finger later in life, I would likely bite it off my current state.

"Still nothing?"

"Nothing. You know what, I'm gonna call it a night." I quickly rose from my chair and ignored Joans pleading and Chrystals snarky remarks. I started walking towards the door and elevator when I felt Ares walking behind me. He followed me to the elevator, and I turned, my bad mood finally taking over. "What?" I demanded in a hard voice as I slammed the call button.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." I shut him down completely, and he looked a bit surprised, again. He even sucked in a surprised breath.

"May I walk you back to your hotel?" His eyes had a wild gleam, like a cornered animal.

I pressed my fingers against my forehead and tried to take deep breaths. "Okay, here's the deal. I'm not into you. So will you just stop this?"

"Why should I?" He seemed calm, but his eyes were doing their crazy dance.

"Because I don't want you, simple as that. And I can understand that you don't get rejected often. But let me break it down for you, if a girl asks you to piss of, you do."

A small smile spread across his face, and the darkness in his eyes were definitely freaking me out. "Are we really going there?" It was definitely a challenge, and I rose up to meet it, I even held my chin up high.

"I went there, bought the house, and I'm remodeling the kitchen." I stepped closer to him, making sure he saw the anger in my eyes.

"You'll regret saying that." He stared down at me, with a small crocked smile. It made my blood boil.

"Don't hold your breath," I hissed and stepped into the elevator.