Ares

Chapter 36 || Lay me down, wrap me up in you.

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"Cant believe that I fell in love, you fit on my dick like a glove . Never thought I would fall in love."

– i put her pussy øn a pedestal and that shit fucked me up, Cøzybøy.

A smile rippled across his face as rain started to patter against the windshield. His head slowly shook back and forth, not believing Grace and his friends were finally free. He couldn't wait to tell her the news, knowing she might change her mind. Things were different now. Weren't they? Aphrodite suddenly reared her head in his daydream like a massive Dragon rising over the edge of a jagged bluff. His spirits fell with his shoulders. Zeus's threats were gone but Aphrodite's weren't. He pounded the steering wheel and swore as the rain came down harder, blurring the world before him into distorted shapes.

There was no one to blame but himself and he knew it, but that didn't make him hate Aphrodite any less. He cursed the day he met her, feeling so close to the light only to have it snuffed out one more time. Hope melted down his face as the stark realisation that Grace would be better off without him and his baggage. Nothing had really changed after all. She deserved a life without Aphrodite as a constant reminder of the past. If being apart from Grace was in her best interest, then so be it. No matter how much it hurt to even begin to accept that, he was willing to try.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He dug it out and grimaced when he saw the screen. Speak of the devil. Aphrodite must have already found out about her father and Ares could only imagine what was going through her head. He glanced at the clock in the dash. Maybe she hadn't found out yet and just wanted to know about the crib. His mind see-sawed back and forth. 

"Hello?"

Aphrodite paused just long enough to make Ares think the call had dropped. "I just wanted you to be the first to know," she said glumly.

The rain drummed against the sunroof, a thousand different thoughts assaulting him from all sides. "To know what?"

//*****//

Grace shut the oven door on a tray of chocolate toffee cookies and set the timer. Next, she slid a tray of gingerbread cupcakes into another oven and set that timer as well. She hurried over to a tall rack against the wall and started flipping through containers of spices and frosting nozzles. From there, she rifled through boxes of cocktail napkins and to-go cups, more frantic with each second that ticked by.  A box of coffee stirrers fell over on the top shelf, sending multicolored stirrers exploding across the tiled floor like Pick-up Sticks.

"Shit!"

"What'cha lookin for?" Sydney asked, looking up from the cheesecake she was spreading fresh strawberries across.

"Are we all out of tulip liners?" she asked, rounding up the scattered straws.

Sydney came over to the rack. "I know we were getting low," she said, standing on her tippy-toes to investigate the top shelf.

"How can we be so low when we've hardly sold anything this week?" Grace groaned, dumping the mess in the garbage and returning to the rack.

"Because somebody forgot to order them the last time around, remember?"