Dreams Outgrow Rooms Built From Other Peoples Fears by Niro Mason 75

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“What other reason could there be?” 1 

A squeezing sensation seized my chest. I had no idea why I asked that or hoped for another reason. It’s not like he had any interest in me from the get–go. This contract started everything. 

“Right…” I mumbled. “I’m not meant to make your parents like me. I thought that’d be my priority.” 

The music turned slow, and the lights dimmed. 

“A dance, Mr. King?” I asked. “We have all eyes on us.” 

Ares swept the place, getting my message. I took his hand and led him to the epicenter, where a few couples engaged in a slow dance. 

I positioned his hands on my waist and then placed mine on his broad shoulders, rocking us to the rhythm. 

“If I’m not meant to please your parents, then why am I your wife? You did state family reasons and the need to avoid the responsibility of a marriage and everything else that comes with it.” 

He swirled me so that my back was to his solid chest as he murmured to my ear. “You memorised my words.” 

“I just have a good memory.” 

I felt his lips stretched briefly before he swirled me to face him, holding me closer this 

time. 

“Inheritance.” 

“Inheritance?” I questioned with narrowed eyes, 

“It can’t happen if I don’t have a wife or an hel” 

My eyes widened. “I’m not making babies with you.” 

He smiled. “You don’t have to. A wife is important first.” 

I sighed in relief. However, I couldn’t help picturing little devils that looked like Ares running around. Scratch that. 

“My Father doesn’t have long. He wants to see his legacy live on by any means.” 

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His words snapped me out of it, and my expression softened. “I’m sorry about that.” 

“Don’t be.” 

Ares remained unfazed even though he had just said something heartbreaking. He pulled some loose strands of my hair behind my ear. 

“Memento Mori” 

“Remember you must die,” I whispered under my breath. “A–Aren’t you concerned for his health?” 

Ares’s silence made me regret asking. Ever since we stepped out of that car, he has been in a foul mood. I knew something weighed on his mind, but I couldn’t tell what. 

So I did the only thing I could think of at that moment. I rested my head on his chest. I thought he would pull away, but so far, he hasn’t, I figured I did the right thing. 

Right at the corner of my ear, I caught Agatha’s stare before she blinked away and resumed talking with the guests. 

It hasn’t been up to an hour, but I was already bored to death. High–class events are the worst. Everyone was either talking about big money, drinking champagne, or on 

the dance floor. 

I mean, where is the gist of small talk, laughter, and not. Ha Ha Ha like dollars had wings. Where’s the spirit of carefree entertainment and not borderline yawning worthy shits? 

Ares was done with his fourth glass of champagne. It’s getting worse. I don’t know what it is, but he’s out of place. He hides it well, but I could see the cracks. 

Another thing that ticked me off was Agatha’s flickering gaze; she’s engaged with a ton of people, yet still had the time to look in our direction. 

What’s her problem? 

I drowned my glass before discreetly shoving my mouth with little bits of food. I have been on it for the last few minutes, but I can’t seem to get a full stomach. 

“Where’s Athena? I thought she would be here by now?” 

As much as I don’t want to think about her right now, I eagerly await her appearance, Maybe this sour air would change. 

It was choked up here. 

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“She loves being fashionably late,” Ares answered, about taking a drink from his flute 

glass, but I stopped him by placing my hand on his arm. 

“Honey, that’s enough. You clearly had enough to drink.” 

“I’m not drunk.” 

“I didn’t say you were…” 

He dropped the flute on the table and closed in on me, pressing his hand on my neck, watching as my throat moved up and down thickly. 

A soft smile played on his lips as he leaned closer, nose brushing against mine. In a matter of seconds, the atmosphere changed, and everything else faded. 

“I wanna fuck you right now.” 

My breathing hitched at his abrupt declaration. I quivered beneath his touch, my lips parting slightly. I searched his eyes for any hint of dizziness or lightheadedness, but there was none. His eyes, frenzied in desire, were as pure as daylight, and I knew I was 

done for. 

Ares‘ jaw tightened, and the cover of icy walls melted for a second. He kissed me, not a press between lips or a public acceptable kiss, but a ravenous one that defied the norm of poise. 

Ares didn’t give any shit, and I’m stunned as he kissed me like he wanted to steal the breath away from my lungs. He angled his head, swallowing me whole and savoring every taste like he was at the height of starvation. 

When he stopped, we were both breathless. I could feel a ton of stares on us, but I don’t give a fuck about them right now. I’m completely altered by this devil. 

“I. Consent.” 

It felt like liberation when I uttered those two words, my pulse racing in my ears. I didn’t know when Ares led me out of the hall was riding solely on one sense. The cry 

of my desires. 

The next second, I’m backed against the wall, and Ares‘ lips smashed against mine in a far more fervent manner. 

I gasped loudly, allowing him quicker access to every corner of my mouth, and I was desperate to kiss him back with every power could muster, but he was in full control. 

I gripped his shoulders tightly before I glided it to his neck, moving further in need to feel his hair against my fingertips, but Ares peeled off me, leaving me cold and 

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maddened. 

“Step away from the wall.” 

His command made my heart beat wildly, and without delay, I did. He just observed 

me, and I was halfway through my breaking point when he just stood so far away, even though it was just an inch between us. 

“Ares-” 

“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” 

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