Hera. I stood with my hands on my hips, staring at Sarah as she sorted out the dresses she got for Adela and I from the mall. I was surprised Adela let a maid pick out her cloth, but she said to trust Sarah's fashion sense. So that's exactly what I was doing. Not like I had a particularly great fashion sense. Adela was lying on my bed, her legs raised in the air, eyes closed and hair flying in every direction. I pressed my lips together,refusingthe urge to ask her where Ares was. I hadn't seen him since last night. He didn't come back home for dinner. And I hadn't seen him all morning. It was afternoon, almost evening, and we had three good hours before we are on our way to his parent's house. I eyed the dresses Sarah picked through and scrutinized before she dropped them somewhere else and picked another. Each dress was pretty. Unique in its own way. She does have a good fashion eye. I sighed, slumping on the bed,facing the floor to ceiling windows which was almost covered

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.

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

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

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