All Chapters of Off-Limits Desire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ares’ POVI park my car, furrowing my brows at my screen.I shoot him a text and he replies, almost immediately.Are you dropping her off today or should the driver come pick her up?I repeated it in my head, wondering if she had asked to stop riding with me.To stop going home with me.But we were cool…weren't we?I shook my head, asking him why she needed a driver.Wait.Did she tell him about the elevator ordeal?Oh, no. I left home pretty early so the driver dropped her off at work, not me. Plus, I know you already have long days…like yesterday.The three dots at the bottom left corner disappear for a minute as I restart my car.The air conditioning hums on asThe phone beeps by my side again, vibrating on the passenger seat. I slowed down, reading the text.She told me you both had some extra work to do and it would not be fair of me to have you drop her off after a long day, so I got a part time driver.Thank God, she hadn't told him. It was probably for the best…Our little sec

Ares’ POVThe engine idled, humming quietly as I dialled Bianca's number.The air conditioning buzzed as the call tone rang out through the car.I kissed my teeth, pressing the ‘end call’ button as I turned the car off, rolling down the window.The sun was right overhead, casting everything in that bleached-out midday glare that made even the glass buildings squint.I leaned against my car door, taking in the view.My other hand cradled my phone, expecting a buzz to signify Bianca was on her way down.The air was thick with the aroma of buttery croissants, wafting from the corner bakery down the street, fighting for dominance against the sharp sting of car exhaust curling from the idling black SUV just behind me and the sleek cars cruising through the busy streets.I drew my head back into the car, choking on the strong smell of carbon monoxide.I checked my phone again, sighing as I shot her a text.She appeared, airy in all her beauty.Bianca could be anything but one thing no one c

Ares’ POVHer laugh is tipsy and soft against my shoulder, like the bubbles have gone to her head — or maybe mine.“Come on,” I groaned, chuckling as she wrapped her arms around my shoulder.The garden party had run a little late.Or a lot.We were stumbling through the lobby of her penthouse.The elevator dinged, she giggled, leaning further on me.I chuckled, pressing the button for the highest floor.It dinged as I helped her to her room.She plopped on the bed, drunk out of her mind.Damned vegan socialites probably spiked the food or something.I helped her out of her heels, taking my own shoes off.She grabbed me by my wrist, pulling me towards her.I sighed, rubbing my temple tiredly as I joined her on the bed. The city lights bled in through the windows.New York was so gorgeous at night, streetlights and carlights illuminated the city belowI turn to her, her lipstick slightly smudged, and her hair’s slipping loose from the braid it was in earlier.“You're staring,” she says,

Scarlett's POV“Spencer, have you seen my white tube top?” I yelled down the hall, holding my hair up with one hand.“Why would I have seen your white tube top?” he asks, muscles flexing as he shoves a banana into his mouth.“Ugh,” I groaned, flipping him off, “Are you ever helpful?”He fake grinned at me, shutting his door.I rolled my eyes, popping my head back in my room as I let my hair fall down.I sighed, rummaging through my closet, “where is it?” I groaned, pulling out a pair of jeans that was once again not the pair I was looking for.I tapped my screen, the time showed it was a little past eleven, the morning sun littered my room in streaks, my blinds still mostly down.“Aha!” I see it peeking out from under my bed, pulling as I sight my white tube top at the back of my closet.I hurriedly put my fit on, admiring myself in the mirror.I put on my green button up wool sweater, grabbing red cherry shaped studs to match the cherries dotting the material.I grab my phone, shooti

Scarlett's POVMy phone pinged on my desk.I felt the corner of my lips twitch, as I closed the files I was reviewing for the umpteenth time.The air conditioner buzzed above me as I wrapped my wool sweater around myself, flipping the device around.My thumb hovered over the “enter” key, hesitating for no reason other than the ridiculous flutter in my chest.Ares B.: We’re greenlit. Officially. Are you ready?I exhaled and stared at the message like it might bite.Swallowing thickly, I realised just how nervous I was for this project commencement.Scarlett H.: Ready as I’ll ever be. Nervous as hell though. Ares B.: Then let the chaos begin.I chuckled, leaning back into my chair as I pushed the files aside, crossing my legs on the desk.What? I am allowed a few minutes of relaxation.Scarlett H.: God, that’s comforting. I'm in the office.I hit send without thinking.Ares B.: Uh, where else would you be?I felt heat creep up my cheeks as I rolled my eyes, hurriedly typing back a rep