Dreams Outgrow Rooms Built From Other Peoples Fears by Niro Mason 112

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112 The Guest 

Whoever sat in that chair had an assertive, deadly presence around him that caused a chill in the air. I’ve been scared since I was taken against my will and got mixed up in this misunderstanding, but now I don’t think anything would help me even if I tried. 

I’m terrified to my bones. 

My hands can’t stop shaking, even though I’ve clenched them into fists to keep still. But I don’t want to give any of them that satisfaction of seeing me shiver like a mouse. If I’m going to survive this, then I must be strong. 

“What do you think?” Marcus asked proudly, as if I were a prize in display. “She’s fucking tight, isn’t she? I picked her myself, knowing this was gonna please you.” 

This guest hadn’t said a word, and as the silence grew graveyard–like without even a hint of recognition, the brothers grew apprehensive, sharing looks and communicating with their eyes. 

Whatever this was didn’t seem to be going according to plan. Good for them, but not good for me because, for some annoying reason, I could feel his eyes glued to me. He hasn’t taken it off since I walked into this room. 

How would he? I admit I looked like a slut, but this was the hottest I’ve ever been, and I was probably glittering like a fucking diamond. 

It’s like I had taken on a new identity, and I could do something without my morals glowering behind me. Of course, that was the whole reason for this disguise in the first place. Not to be Catherine Lane or King, just a random woman clubbing to heart’s 

content. 

And then this shit happened. 

Maybe I should do something to make them hate me? That was certainly a good idea. Maybe I should fart or-! 

“She’ll do.” 

My stomach dropped, my whole plan going up in flames. 

Shit! Shit! Shit! 

Marcus and Milo smirked on cue, speaking with their eyes again. They rose to their 

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feet, and I wanna run, but my legs won’t move. 

As they walked past me, Milo gave me a knowing smirk before speaking to me in a whisper. “We’re gonna have some fun later. Keep your ass sleek for me.” 

I wanted so badly to jam this needle in his dick, so close to doing it as his eyes dipped to my ass peeking from this dress. 

When the door slammed shut, I was alone with him. I fiddled with the rim of my dress, discreetly setting the needle in a way I could pull it out easily. It’s not too late. 

I kept my expression in a deep frown. Why is he just lurking there like a creep? 

“What do you want? A pole dance or on the lap. I’ll warn you, my pole dancing skills are very bad.” 

Way to make our situation better, Catherine. What are you gonna do next? Strip for him? 

“Honestly, I have no skills. Marcus made a bad choice. I do know a girl who you’re gonna love. Ashley! Heard she’s the queen of dance. Want me to bring her up?” 

There was still no response, and by the second, I’m not only terrified but frustrated. 

But then he moved, simply pressing the bottom of his cigar on the ashtray beside his chair. 

“Name.” 

I flinched. His deep, masculine voice took me by surprise. Jesus! B–But why does it sound so familiar? O 

“D–Diamond…” The reply was smoother than I expected. 

He shifted, uncrossing his legs and spreading them slightly. His arms settled on his thighs, fingers crammed together until I could hear the leather squeeze tightly, 

The air dried from my lungs when I caught a glimpse of icy blues, glowing in the dark. 

N–No, it can’t be. There’s no way that’s-! 

I was proved right when he tilted his head, his side profile coming in view and I gasped. 

A–Ares? 

My frown dissolved into a soft look, my insides jittery as relief washed over me, but it was short–lived when his cold stone expression settled in, eyes lifeless without a 

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single shift of humanity. 

In my years working with him, I have seen the devil as Mister Ice because he was always impassive, mute most of the time, but those were the qualities of an impenetrable businessman, who took his work as utmost priority, but this…? I don’t know what it was, but I’m scared right now more than I’ve been in the last two hours in this mess. 

I took a step backwards, trying to stop my chest from heaving, but I couldn’t. H–He doesn’t know it’s me, because there’s no way Ares would look at me that way… like I was a standing flesh worth nothing. 

“Do you know obedience, Diamond?” 

I could hear my shaky intake of breath, obscuring my ears as something hit harder than all my emotions combined. Betrayal. 

Was this what he does in his private business? Come to clubs and demand obedience? 

In bitterness, I replied. “Yes. Isn’t that what you’re here for, sir?” 

The silence next was louder than the tear happening in my chest. 

“Kneel.” 

The weight of his command made me drop to my knees before I could process my own action, my eyes stinging and shivers running down my spine to no end. 

That wasn’t just a command; it was a message that if I didn’t obey, something bad was gonna happen. 

Ares rose to his feet, his shoes echoing and drowning out every other noise in existence, his shadow covering me entirely like a shroud of darkness swallowing me up. 

Heat surged through me, my anger mixed with something else I didn’t wanna admit. I did my best to ignore the arousal pulsing between my legs in this twisted situation. 

I leveled my gaze as it became too much for me. I couldn’t bear to look at him right 

now. 

He’s violating the contract. The same man who couldn’t tolerate the thought of a third party. 

“Take off my belt, Diamond.”