What a Pity

Ch. 47: Role Model

As we walk away from our car. Ares hands the keys to valet.

The whole ride here his hand was either gripping my thigh or my hand. I think the dress is making it hard for him to control himself.

He stops me on the sidewalk. "I need a kiss to hold me through the night." He chuckles as I get on my tiptoes and give him a peck. I try to pull back but his hands take their usual spot on my waist. "No no no, I need more than that."

We both smile as we press our lips together, letting them move in sync for a while.

Eventually we break it and as we walk, reporters run up to us. Snapping pictures and yelling out questions. Since we are billionaires living in the city, we're very well known. The media knows about what we do, they know about all the mafia's. All you need to do to stay floating is to have connections with higher ups.

Anyways the media takes me and Ares very seriously.

"Ares, any statements about the recent attacks on the local prison?"

"Ares, is it true that your business is contributing to the rise of human trafficking?"

"Do you have any comments about the recent death of Miloe Russo?"

"Evelyn, who are you wearing?" Oh for fucks sake.

I flip off one of the cameras and keep walking.

"Evelyn, how dare you act how you act and dress how you dress knowing you're a role model for our daughters?"

I stop in my tracks and turn around.  "What?"

The middle aged woman stares at me, prevalent bags under her eyes. "You wear such revealing clothes and you have such foul language. Don't you know you're a role model?"

I scoff. "I am a grown woman. I will act how I want and dress how I want. I don't give a fuck that little Sally at home watching me, trying to be like me. If you don't want your kids acting like me, then turn off the damn tv. You're her mother not me."

The crowd starts shouting more questions at me but I turn and keep walking, with my hand wrapped around Ares's arm. "You handled that well." He whispers in my ear.

I smile up at him. "Thanks, my love."

A smirk creeps up his lips. "God, you're gorgeous." I feel his arm snake around my waist, squeezing my hip on the other side of me. "The most beautiful girl in the world."

I roll my eyes and laugh. "No need for lies."

He looks over and examines my face. "Hm, let me look..." His finger goes under my chin and turns my head to face him. I giggle as he turns my head side to side. "Nope, not lying." He puts his hand down and I just laugh.

A man opens the big doors for us and we walk into the beautiful building. The lobby doesn't have many people in here, everyone's probably already in the ballroom. But the lobby is still gorgeous, it's medieval but not in a creepy way. The main color scheme of the room is white and gold.

As we keep walking two dudes dressed like penguins open two big doors for us. My eyes widen at the sight of the very crowded but beautiful ballroom.

I see groups of men talking, all having some kind of arm candy. Whether that be their wife or a prostitute.

A group of three middle aged men immediately walking over to Ares and I. "Ares. Didn't expect you to show." One man says. He looks about fifty-four, his hair has gone grey but the rest of him looks very young. Real silver fox type.

His eyes look over at me, scanning my body up and down. He doesn't even address me, he just looks back at Ares.

Bitch.