Dreams Outgrow Rooms Built From Other Peoples Fears by Niro Mason 63

63 Fucking You Out Of My System 

“Hi,” I voiced softly, feeling tense under his vigilant stare. G 

It was always about the way he looked at me. Not a glimpse or something he happened to encounter, but like I was a dream stepping into reality. 

I didn’t know when I could tell, maybe it was the moment I walked down the stairs during our first social event. 

“Come closer,” he said, turning back to his work. “Or would you stand there and stare?” 

“I–I’m not staring,” I denied hotly. “Just admiring God’s favorite.” 

A soft chuckle fled from him. 

I smiled as I approached him. “You’re the ghost now. I barely see you these days.” I lined my hand on the boot. “What have you been up to, honey?” 

“Been busy, baby.” 

“Private business or CEO business?” 

“Both.” He dug his hand into the engine and did whatever I can’t explain. 

I’m just here to admire sweaty Ares working on expensive cars, and trust me, this was a worthy scene. There was something about the sight of him getting his hands dirty, hair wild, and his casual jeans that made my mind wander to the possibility of seeing Ares as ordinary. 

“Hand me that.” 

I moved my eyes to the tools. “Which one?” I searched aimlessly; there were so many weirdly shaped metals on display, none was out of place, and in perfect order. “I want to look smart and know what you mean, but I’m lost.” 

“The long one with the narrow tip.” 

“This?” I raised it for him to see, and he took the tool, our hands brushing momentarily, and it felt like a live wire had zapped under my skin. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, tightening a bolt with measured turns. 

A shiver shot through me at that one praise. I chewed the inside of my mouth trying to calm myself, but I wasn’t doing a very good job. 

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I need to start talking before my body decides to go against my will, and trust me, there is only so much control I can handle without climbing this man like a mountain. 

I cleared my throat. “M–My teddy… I can’t find it. I looked everywhere in my room, literally turned it upside down. Do you know where it is?” 

I’ll take that as a no. 

“I didn’t know you worked on cars.” 

“Hobby.” 

“That is the last thing I expected as a hobby from you. It’s so normal.” I teased. 

He cast me a brief look. 

“I thought Ares King doesn’t do normal things.” 

Ares used the small towel to wipe something before setting it back in place. He closed 

the boot and diverted his concentration to me. 

He simply eyed me as if taking in the color of my eyes, the shape of my nose, and the way my breath left me more quickly. 

With eyes on my lips, he asked. “Do you want to complain about me again?” 

“I’m not sure anyone would want something like that twice. I think I may have grumbled to the point you grew tired and maybe… pissed?” 

“I’m not anyone.” 

“Y–You’d listen to me complain again?” 

A smile flashed on his lips, briefly. He walked past me to wash his hands in the nearby 

sink. 

I just watch him, trying to comprehend this man. He was the most complicated, yet sometimes he was the simplest. This contradiction was giving me whiplash. 

But I knew one thing… a feeling that had stuck with me ever since that night, Ares sat in place and listened to me blatter about my time working with him. I’m inexplicably drawn to him. 

“You mixed a spot…” I said when I got close, clutched a towel, and stood in front of him. 

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He was like a tower I couldn’t reach, all the more reason to take the challenge. 

I leveled my eyes to his chest, slowly reaching to wipe the black stain. I redirected even though there was none left, dragging the towel down his solid abs, desperate to feel my hands trace every line. 

I got to the left side of his ribcage, letting the towel fall off as I let my fingers brush the ink design, but Ares snatched my wrist to stop me. 

I eyed him hungerily, a silent plea in my eyes. I don’t want to hide it any more, and the sooner I get this off, the better for me. 

“Are your hormones speaking this time?” he asked. 

“It said I should fuck you and get you out of my system.” 

The moment the words left me, I realized my blunder, but it’s too late now. I was more eager to see Ares‘ reaction. 

Does he want me as much as I want him? Does he know he had made me insane that I 

can’t think straight, even for a second, without thinking of unholy thoughts that could bring a mind to ruin? 

“Come with me.” He walked ahead, and I followed. 

In the elevator, I did my best to face ahead, but I broke that spell when I admired his · side profile. 

When the doors opened, we stepped out, and Ares led me to his office. 

I waited at the center, awkwardly scratching the back of my head. Ares threw me a look, and my legs kickstarted until I’m next to him. 

He grasped my waist and lifted me onto the table, parted my legs apart, and came in between them. 

I tilted my chin so that I held his gaze. When he leaned down, I patiently waited to feel his lips, but it never came; instead, he pulled out a leather portfolio and handed it to 

1. me. 

He gently pushed the strand of my hair behind my ear. “You want me, and I want you.” 

My breath shuddered when I felt his hand briefly on my chin. His touch was magnetic, and I was already leaning forward to feel more of him. 

“And if I admit that?” I said in a whisper. 

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“You already did.” His hand was off the next second, and I was hollow. 

“Look inside.” 

I finally leveled my gaze at the portfolio in my grasp. 

“What’s this?” 

When I didn’t get a reply, I opened it, and I’m stunned to the bones. 

It’s a sex contract. 

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