Hera. My eyes were fixated on the couple coming down the stairs. Mr and Mrs Grey. The actual Mr and Mrs Grey. Not my friends and I. My chest was thundering in my ears as Aurelia Grey and Paul Grey walked down, each step bringing them more closer to us. The living room had gone silent and I soon found myself self-conscious. Was my cloth appropriate enough? Was my hair appropriate enough? Was I appropriate enough? I didn't realize my hands were trembling until a familiar cologne filled my nose and then a body blocked my view of Aurelia and Paul. Ares stared down at me, his gray eyes staring deep into my green eyes. Slowly, his fingers closed around my trembling ones. “You're trembling. Why?“ He asked, so quiet that no one but me could hear him. “I'm-I-” I stuttered, not knowing what to tell him. I couldn't tell him that I was trembling because I was scared of meeting his parents and I didn't know if I'd be good enough. Besides, Ares didn't seem like someone who would care.
Ares. I watched as Hera made her way to the dining table, her friends by her side. She didn't glance back at me. Not even once. My brothers took their seat next to their girls, but Hera took a seat in between Adela and Teresa, leaving my space next to Adela. It was obvious she was mad at me, but it wasn't my fault. I told her to behave. And she didn't. But knowing my sister, she could have attacked Hera without any tangible reason at all. The table was all set, and the maids were no where to be seen, as usual. Maria effortlessly served out dinner and took her position next to Mom. My family and I closed our eyes, clasping our hands together. Our lips were sealed, but we were praying, nonetheless. It was a tradition in our home, to pray before eating. We soon began to eat, the silence thick and awkward, until my mother decided to break it. “So, you girls have lived in New York since you were kids?“ “Yes. We did,” Arina answered for them. The girl was bold and didn't hold back
Hera. I walked into the living room, wiping my sweaty hands on my joggers. Today was day two of having to live with Ares’ entire family and I was already hoping the week ends so I could at least go back home and get back to my normal lonely routine. Day one went so bad. The bandage on my left palm testifies to that. Day too didn't seem like it'd go well either. Teresa won't stop glowering at my friends and I. Aurelia and Paul were nice to us. Hermes was a fun company, but Atlas was no where to be found, and Ariana seemed like she couldn't care less. Everyone else was working out in the garden, but I had slipped away. My muscles were screaming at this point. I walked into the kitchen, my eyes darting around. The walls were polished white. The floor was gray marble, and the kitchen islands were gray too. There was one attached to the walls in an L shape, and there was another gigantic one in the middle of the kitchen. All the kitchen equipments were squeaky clean, and there we
Ares. I opened the door to my room quietly, walking in without any noise then closed the door. Hera was lying sideways on the bed, her phone in her face. It was almost dinner time, and she still hadn't come down. In fact, she hadn't come down since our little conversation this morning. And I hadn't come up too. In fact, I didn't know she'd be up here. I thought she'd want to be alone, and she knew I could come here anytime, so she'd go somewhere. But no, she came here instead. As I walked further into the room, she didn't act as though she saw me. Like she didn't know I was in the house. I frowned, walking around the bed to her back, and peering into her phone. “Stalker much?“ The phone fell to her stomach instantly as she scrambled up into a sitting position. Her hair has been made into a single neat braid. My lips twitch, wondering who had done that for her. Hera always makes her hair in a pony or a bun. She never braids it and rarely wears it down. Probably because she did
Hera. My eyes opened slowly, a throbbing headache welcoming me back to reality instead. I groaned, closing my eyes hard and gritted my teeth. I turned around on the bed and collided with a hard, warm wall. My eyes opened. No. Not a wall. I collided into Ares. My husband. I bit my lower lip, shifting backwards a bit to create some space between us, and then I sat up on the bed, watching him. His upper half was naked, and I wondered if his lower half was. I shouldn't be wondering those things too. I licked my dry lips and got out of bed, running my hands through my rough hair. It was still in it's braid, but my coily strands were already sticking out. I walked to the vanity and picked up an hair comb. I quickly loosened the braid and gently ran the comb through my hair from the ends to the roots. It was still sticking out in different places, but less. I doubted an hair wash would make it look neat. And I didn't exactly know how to take care of my hair the way Ariana did
Hera. “I can't believe today is the last day we're hanging out. I mean, Hera is leaving this evening,” Arina mumbled, a pout on her lips as she rolled around on my bed. She had just finished helping me pack up with Hestia, Adela and Teresa. She and Adela still hasn't warmed up to Teresa like Hestia and I managed to, but at least they weren't constantly at each other's throats and that is good enough. I tucked the strands of hair that had gotten free from its bun behind me ear. I had gone back to my usual ponytail of bun style. Ares didn't help. Didn't even act like he cared, or something. He hasn't even spoken more than a sentence to me the past few days. He had said, and I'm quoting ‘You have your own clothes, wear them’. I held in a scoff, rolling my eyes. Arina could help. But I wasn't really interested in letting anyone touch my hair. It's good as it is. “And you're leaving tomorrow.“ I ruffled her blonde hair, and she glared at me. “Like, we haven't even done something
Ares. The SUV came to a screeching halt in front of my condo, and I sighed, rubbing my eyes. I've been on my laptop ever since we got into the plane didn't stop even as we landed. I closed my laptop, turning my head to look at Hera. She was asleep, her head resting on the window. Just like the day we flew to Vegas, she slept throughout the whole flight. I didn't hold her close to me like I did that day, though. I've been doing a very good job at avoiding her for the past few days. But that doesn't mean I've gotten her out of my head. I still get a fucking hard on by looking at her face. Just her face. I'd loose control if I saw her naked, I'm sure of it. My mind drifted back to the day she'd stripped naked in front of me. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was trying to seduce me. But I knew better. I'm sure she didn't know that I was awake and watching her. I thought wanking of to the thought of the things I'd do to her will help me get it out of my system. I was wrong. I c
Hera.I was seated by the kitchen island, staring at the plate filled with pasta which was supposed to be my breakfast. My legs continued shaking under the island, on my own accord, of course, as I twisted the band of my wedding ring. I was panicking. Adela was supposed to take me to the hospital today. An hospital. I hated hospitals. Hospitals are where people dies. Hospitals are — “Hera,” Adela said as she walked into the kitchen, going towards the sink, her heels clicking on the floor. “Why aren't you eating?“ “Not hungry,” I answered, staring at the pasta before averting my gaze. Ares, of.course, hasn't come home since yesterday. After we kissed. No. After he kissed me. And then pushed me back as if he was touching hot coals. And the dread in his eyes as he stared at me. God.Maybe it was better as he didn't come home. Maybe it was better as I didn't see him here. I'm not sure I wanted to see him at this moment anyway. But still. It wouldn't be bad if he re