Mine

𝑪𝒉. 𝟐𝟖 | 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍

Iris

Ares is in the shower whilst I'm outside getting ready for the ball party today that Papa told us about. I'm wearing a red long silk dress which has a slit down my left leg and a silver lining.

I put on some sparkly silver earrings and plain red heels to match the dress. I straighten my hair with the straighten even though I do have straight hair. Just to give it the effect. My lips are filled in with a mattish glossy red lipstick.

"Iris," Ares calls for me, walking out of the bathroom in just his pants.

His eyes widen, looking at me finishing off my makeup. As if his breath has been taken away.

"Wow," he stutters not knowing what to say or how to compliment me.

"Did you need anything?" I asked, smiling.

"I'm about to pass out. I don't think I can dress myself," he overdramatically reacts, falling onto the bed.

I roll my eyes getting up to walk over to him. He just wanted me close.

"We'll be late for the ball. Hurry," I scolded picking up his shirt and throwing it around his back.

He throws his arms in the sleeves and I start buttoning up the shirt. His eyes are glued to me in the whole process and don't move a single bit. I leave the first two buttons of the shirt open. Then I grab his belt and kneel down on the floor to slide it between the straps of his pants.

"You'll be sliding this back out soon," he dirtily commented, it had become his habit and I was used to it now.

"Ares," I sighed.

"Just saying," he says putting his hands up in the air.

I grab his coat and put it around his back so he can wear it. It's all black with a white shirt. God, he looks so handsome today. I brush his hair back with my hands.

"Do we have to go to the ball?" his mouth whined, staring at my half-naked breasts.

I nod yes finishing off his hair. He wears his formal shoes before getting up from the bed. I don't think we'll be at the ball for long. Ares has a hard time controlling himself once he's turned on. He'll be sexually frustrated at the party. Unless I plan on annoying him on purpose.

I think I should. Considering that I haven't done it in a while. Anyways we both head downstairs to the entrance where Papa is waiting for us.

"Fabulous. You're looking Fabulous, my daughter," Papa compliments as I walk down.

"Oh, thank you, Papa. You look amazing too," I complimented back.

"Ares you better be careful tonight. All eyes are going to be on her," Papa teases.

"All eyes are always on me," I sassily flipped my hair behind my shoulder.

"As long as yours are on mine there's no problem," he says pulling me into his arms.

His eyes stare directly into mine deeply. No. This isn't just up to sex anymore. It doesn't just feel limited to sex. Please. No. Why are his words making my heart tingle?

"We should get going?" Papa says breaking the silence.

"Wait papa," I stopped, handing my phone over to one of the bodyguards who stood nearby like a statue.

"Let's have a family photo, to capture this moment for you," I said, knowing that he'd want a memory of us in some form.

A heart warming smile comes across Papa's face at hearing this. He longs for his family. I can see that he longs for it. He longs to see and visit his daughter.