INSANE (Book one)

Chapter 5

Leah Knight

Two weeks later

Ever since our encounter with Ares in the kitchen, I never saw him again. Sounds impossible, right? But it was the utter truth. I was aching to see him. To feel him close to me. To see that heart-melting devilish smile. To have his hands all over me. It almost sounds depressing to me. Ares was a ruthless man. I knew what he was doing. He was punishing and torturing me, making me feel special for a day then completely shutting me out like it never happened. When I was considering diving into that dark place called a love-hole for him. But who was I kidding? Ares was impossible to manage. I had considered calling him to at least know if he's okay but sucks to me, thanks to Mr expert-shooter, my phone was sent to ashes back at South Georgia. He hasn't even offered a new one yet, while he was using an IPhone 11promax and IPhone 7+ for spare. I'm starting to believe he's full of bullshit!

you didn't notice that until now, stupid? my subconscious shot.

I only had Bianca and Reina to keep me company. Sometimes, I used to think that the woman was tired of me but was too innocent and pitiful to tell me. Or maybe she was just being nice.

Sighing, I continued to stare at the whites of the ceilings, slowly dying of frustration and boredom. I was hugging my pillow and silently lulling into sleep from Reina's soft baby snores when I heard the knock from the wooden door. I blew out a breath and pushed away how Ares infuriated and frustrated me.

"come in" I called. The door was pushed open and I looked up, secretly wishing it could be Ares, but disappointed a little to see Bianca smiling at me and holding unto a shopping bag. I smiled back, curious about the bag.

"hello Mrs Knight" she greeted.

"hey Bianca. Any updates on my runaway husband yet?" I joked dryly.

"Mrs Knight for the millionth time, Mr Knight has just been extremely busy for the past two weeks-"

"too busy to have his daughter's time?" I raised a brow. Bianca sighed, knowing she would ignore my question.

"Speaking of updates, he sent me down with this" she says, walking over and handing me the bag.

"he has been in the house all along?" I asked, dropping my pillow and reaching out for the bag.

"not all the time" she shrugged.

I folded my legs underneath me and peered into the bag with the Chanel logo on it. I couldn't resist to pull out the item. A flashy expensive-looking evening Met Gala gown shone at me.

"he told me me to inform you to be ready before 8:00. You'll be going out for some event" Bianca said. I felt a pang of hurt tightening my chest. He had avoided me for the two weeks in the same stupid house and now when we could've gotten the opportunity to actually talk to me, he sent someone else instead. Was I hurt? Or angry? Or both? But I was sure as hell not going to some stupid event with him. He can take a goat with him to stand by his side as a wife, not Leah.

I stuffed back the dress into the bag in a glaring manner.

"I'm not going" I said sharply. Bianca smiled sympathetically at me as if she could sense the indifference and anger I felt.

"I don't think you want to wrath his mood, my dear" she says before discarding the bag on the bed next to me. I bit my lips, making them bleed. I was about to protest when Bianca reached Reina crib.

"he told me to take care of the baby tonight, since you might be staying out pretty late" she told me, picking up Reina carefully "now go get dressed my dear, he wouldn't want you to be late now"

I watched her intently, as I imagined smoke coming out from my ears.

"why do you care about his feelings so much? He obviously doesn't give a f**k about anyone's in this damn house!" I seethed.

"it's impossible not to. He's complicating, only if you want him to be" she smiled, holding Reina and with those final words, she left.

I groaned, fell on my back and pulled my hands over my face.

"I hate you, Ares Knight!" I muffled angrily. "I hate you for making me love you!" I screamed in frustration.

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After showering and applying my makeup, I pinned my long golden blonde hair into a neat elegant bun atop my head. I stood up and picked up a lacy black strapless b*a and matching panties before looking at the dress on my bed. I clicked my jaws before walking over and picking it up. I zipped down the zip and stepped into it, pulling it over my body. Gloomily, I marched back to the mirror. But due to how unlucky I was for the past two weeks, the zip wouldn't even budge when I tried zipping it up. I tried and tried multiple of times but it was all in vain. I'm this close to losing my s**t on this dress.

"I don't think sweat would look good on you tonight, beautiful. I prefer it later on"

That voice. That voice was the last thing I wanted to hear that night. But as usual, it was impossible to seem unaffected by it. I glanced at the door, my face scrunched up in annoyance to see Ares leaning against the door frame without any effort yet killing it the posture anyway. His jaws were clenched and he had that distant dark angry look over his appealing alabaster coloured face. He surely makes my heart leap every single time. But I was annoyed with his whole presence that time.

"oh I know. But that isn't suppose to be coming from a person with a permanent scowl on the face" I shot sarcastically. Ares maintained a calm and cool expression but I can still see the burning tar he called eyes boiling with anger. His long fingers played with the wrapper of the chewing gum he popped into his mouth.

"I'm really not in the mood of your sarcasm" he replied as I tried with the zip again. What is this? Some f*****g screw?!

"neither am I in the mood of your bickering" I iced. As I tried again, I almost broke a nail which made me wince. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Ares rolling his eyes before he pushed himself off the door frame. He made his way into the room, closing the door behind him. As the door shut, my heart skipped a beat.

Looking straight at the mirror, Ares appeared in its reflection. He stared at me with lustful eyes and for the first time, I had nothing to say. Ares's stare made me weak and vulnerable sometimes. It made me feel like he was the only person to tell me where I belong.

Slowly, Ares lifted his hands and I felt his strong fingers brushing the skin of my back, sparking my system. He began trailing his fingertips against my spinal cord, and his touch went straight to the bone making me instantly shut my eyes. His touches made me crave for more and more of him. His touches leave me at the edge of throwing myself at him. It made me sweat and wet for him. His touches, no matter how aggressive or gentle they are, made me want to drag him and have his hands all over my throbbing body.

"open your eyes" And yet his voice, makes me melt to a pulp right where it's possible. That soft velvety whisper he's fond of whispering in my ears. His minty breath cooled off my skin. I shivered a little before slowly opening them. His dark obsidian eyes were shining with evident l**t and admirable desire, longing and distant love.

"I'm trying so f*****g hard not to tear this dress off you and take you right here in this bedroom, not giving a f**k about anything else, Leah. But we gotta go. I bet we're already late" he said, a sigh at the end of his sentence before easily zipping my dress.

My body was throbbing, begging for more. I barely nodded because I was so out of place, almost drowning in the sea of desire and wanting. Ares closed his eyes for some moments before opening them again, and then pulled out a necklace and clasping it around my neck. I smoothened the material of the dress and placed the rest of the accessories then grabbed my clutch. Ares gave me his arm to hook around with mine and moments later, we left for the event.

As if nothing happened.........