Kidnapped

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

-TATUYANNA TORRONO >

I open Ares' bathroom door, hoping to have a bubble bath in his enormous bathtub. I'm drained physically and mentally because of the events of yesterday. Meeting my family was hurtful but I get comfort knowing I spoke my mind and how I felt.

Somehow my room has the biggest shower while Ares moved into the room with a huge bathtub.

With him moving in, I guess I could say things weren't boring around the mansion. It's either training, gaming, and gym activities. We do those already, but with him living here, he could track my improvement better by keeping an eye on me closer and more consistently.

Steam filled the room to the brim, a strong scent of fresh citrus bath gel and aftershave intruding my senses. It was a sensory overload, and before I could turn around and run for dear life, I noticed a tall figure getting out of the shower.

A fraction of my eyes widened as I see his towel hanging dangerously low on his waist. A hot set of toned abs runbing down a deep v-line that disappeares under his charcoal toned towel.

Not to mention the water that runs down his body, starting from his hair dripping down his sharp nose down his lips and off his chin and off the floor.

A wave of arousal pooled between my legs, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks.

His gaze slowly shifts to me, in a lazy realization that he wasn't alone anymore.

"Need something?"

His deep voice brings me out of my trance. My gaze quickly meeting his naturally narrowed hazel green eyes.

His voice only added to my arousal. Shit, was he always this hot? I mean I knew he was sexy but this view has me salivating. Suddenly I feel shame.

"No I just-I wanted to come freshen up." I internally curse myself for stuttering. "I'm sorry I walked in on you, I'll just come back later."

I swiftly turn around.

"Actually," He speaks stopping me in my tracks. I look over my shoulder, my breath hitching in my throat when I feel the heat of his body on my back. Hot and sweltering.

"I was just leaving." He says, his hand grasping my waist.

I'm nearly close to clenching my thighs together. What is he doing to me? I can't bring myself to ask the question but in reality I don't want him to take his hands off me.

His hand runs up the exposed part of my cami and down my waist again, his touch too sensual.

"Angelos?"

Surprised by the close proximity of his voice, I almost gasp, the rasp of his voice not making things easier for me. "Yes?" I whispered silenty out of breath.

His other hand ends up on my waist, both big hands branding both sides of my hips.

"Get out of my way." He deadpans, making my eyes shoot open. My face flames red as I, move out of the way and face away from him.

This is utterly humiliating.

The door closes, my lungs finally having the freedom to get oxygen. That was the first time I've ever felt that kind of attraction to Ares.

Oh God.

Does he know what I was thinking? No. Wait-he's a man. I know he felt that tension. He definitely did. But why didn't he act on the moment?

Does he think I'm unattractive? Hideous? Unfuck-able?

I ruffle my hair out of frustration, pushing these overwhelming thoughts out of the way and showering in complete silence.