Kidnapped

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN

- Ares Seidon >

Never in all my years of life did I imagine myself with a ring on my finger, locking me down with a woman I genuinely and completely felt infatuated with. The short-term concept was nonexistent, seeing as I've been whipped for five-plus years.

Leaning back against my ergonomic chair, I thought of the pregnancy test Angel took not too long ago. It had me on edge at first until suddenly, somewhere along the way I could imagine blended features of her and myself into smaller versions, running around and making a mess of everything they get their little hands on.

That's what kids do.

Since I like my space clean, the thought should be appalling and worrisome. Yet I couldn't summon that feeling even if I wanted to. The truth is, I'm excited. I even caught myself smiling at the thought, more times than I'd like to admit. It gets mortifying when it happens during my conference meetings or meetings with potential investors.

I've earned more than a couple of weird glances that could potentially ruin my reputation at my company. Even so, I can't help but be content. Especially after I've aired out my feelings to Angel. Surprisingly, I didn't die like I expected myself to.

My phone pings, bringing me out of my thoughts.

Angelos

- I have a bachelorette party trip in four hours. Can't you take the rest of the day off?

A corner of my lips rises with mischief. Why?

Angelos

- To give me attention. Obviously.

I twist my chair from side to side, my mood playful and a ridiculous smile on my face. No.

Angelos

- No?

I could picture a scoff leaving her plump lips, incredulous. No.

Angelos

- Don't make me come up there, Ares.

The article on pregnancy spoke about women being a mess of emotions. I've researched a couple more information to keep me at ease but that's beside the point. She's always been a ticking time bomb. Pregnancy could make that bomb a faster and deadlier detonator and I can't risk anyone in her proximity. Then again, I like it when she explodes and kills everyone around her. The thrill is cathartic. 

I'm on my way, baby.

As expected, her nose, cheeks, and ears were a bright shade of crimson when I joined her inside her car. She faces me with a scowl, but that expression snuffs out as I lean over, and press a kiss against her lips.

Somehow her face burned brighter. "I honestly expected you to get used to this by now." My eyes trail her reaction, admiring her in black formal office wear. "Well, I can't. At least. . . not yet." She fumbles with her seatbelt and gives life to the car. "Put your damn seatbelt on."

"There was a shooting at the hotel, and you didn't tell me?" My arms crossed, my anger suppressed in the process. She snorts. "That was ages ago, and I left unscathed." A bright smile was flashed at me before we drove off. "Were you worried about me?"

My face playfully morphs into slight disgust. "Not the sligh—"

There is no warning given when Angelos stomps on the brakes, nearly sending me flying through the windshield. My hand plants onto the dashboard, my heart taking a screenshot for the first time in years. It was like watching a jumpscare in a horror movie. I don't even fucking flinch then!