Summer and Ares

Chapter 5

Summer P.O.V.

I stood there looking at Mr. Gorgeous who now should be called Mr. Scary killer. I expected him to slice me like a cucumber but he just stood there which scared me even more. Am I gonna die tonight or not? He looked up and down as if to check out the goods after I told him I'd make a deal with him. Oh God, please don't tell me he is perverted too! I can't take another man's grimy hands all over me tonight. I'll just go ahead and accept the sweet sweet death.

"Alright." He spoke after an eternity. "I'll let you go, but I have conditions."

Oh, here we go. I gulped. What did I get myself into this time? I can only imagine him taking advantage of this situation and make me do unspeakable things for him. I started to sweat in anticipation. Although...it does help that he looks like a movie star. If I accidentally get pregnant by him, I could produce some children that are going to be amazingly gorgeous. But his size is quite intimidating. I wonder how big his...

Wait...what am I even thinking? Focus Summer, focus! You are about to be killed unless you agree to some weird condition, there's no time for fantasies!

"Um... great... what is the condition? It's not to become your s*x slave and live in your basement for the rest of my life is it?" I asked. Please say no. I have other plans with my life, I thought.

He looked irritated. "We aren't starring in some trashy romance novel little girl, you are in some serious s**t for seeing what you just saw."

Aren't we? Well that's a bummer.

Who is he calling a little girl? I thought. Normally I would give someone a piece of my mind for belittling me but Mr. Mountain can tear me apart with his bare hands so I just kept my mouth shut. He can call me whatever he wants at this point.

"Okay? Then what can I do?" I asked.

"First thing first, I need you to never talk about what you saw to anyone. Not even to a boyfriend or a best friend. NO-ONE, capiche?" He glared at me.

"Oh, that's easy. I'm really good at keeping secrets contrary to popular beliefs. I can stay silent like a pro. I could become a silent monk if I wanted to." I made a zipping motion on my lips.

Mr. Sexy rolled his eyes. "Second, you will give me your contact information along with the rest of the contacts in your phone. That way, if you squeal, the rest of your friends and family will be dead too. You wouldn't want that would you?"

I'm tempted to say yes since there 'are' people I wouldn't mind sliced up by this beautiful beast but I nodded my head no.

"And lastly, you are going somewhere with me tomorrow night. Wear something nice." He looked me in the eyes intensely and I felt my ovaries twist.

There it is, just what I was expecting. I bet he is gonna make me go somewhere seedy and prostitute my body for drug exchange or something. My life is practically over.

"Don't worry it's not for anything sexual." He said as if he heard my thoughts. "I have access to the hottest women if I ever needed one, so I don't need to blackmail some girl next door from a cupcake shop to fulfill my s****l needs." He said with a lopsided grin.

Well, excuuuuse me! Who is he calling a girl next door? I'm sexy! I've been catcalled and was told about my perfectly round ass several times this year. Who does he think he is?

Wait. Why am I complaining? I should be sighing of relief right now.

"Okay, I'll do as you say. Now can I go?" I ask. Giving him puppy eyes.

He waved his hands in dismissal, before taking down all my contacts from my phone and taking pictures of my ID. My real ID. I turned around to leave but paused.

"Wait, before I go, I need to ask you something else," I said.

"What now?" He growled.

"You didn't happen to find a lotus-shaped diamond earring did you?"

I know I know, the damned earring was the reason that I'm in this mess but I'm already here so might as well continue the search.

He looked at me for a minute. His cold grey eyes bore into my soul. He put his hand in his pocket and took something out and tossed it at me. I caught it with ease.

Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, he actually found the gosh-darned earring!