Page 81 of The Tattoo Artist

I grab onto his leg. “Good girl, just like that.”

His head falls back, and my fingernails dig into his thighs.

He pulls himself out of my mouth and I use this opportunity to breathe before I feel him release all over my face, he gathers it and pushes it into my mouth. “Swallow.”

I do as he says.

He lifts me up and kisses me.

As I make my way to the bathroom, I take the opportunity to freshen up and tidy myself before returning to the room. Upon my return, I notice Ares adjusting his zipper, I walk over to him and button up his trouser before looking him in the eyes. “What is it butterfly?” he asks me.

“What do you mean?”

“You have something you want to ask or tell me; I know you.” I scoff, resting my hands on his chest before pushing him back slightly.

“I keep forgetting you do.”

“So, then what’s the question?”

It was about the cabin.

Clearly it was a big part of my life, and something I do want to know more about. Ares raises a brow, trying to figure out my question. “I want to see the cabin.” I whisper, lowly so he couldn’t hear me.

But he did.

“Alex-”

“Alexandra! Where are you?” I hear Auntie Coraline’s voice, my eyes widen, and I grab onto Ares before opening my closet in a hurry. I try to shove him inside, but he wouldn’t fit.

“Get in!” I whisper-shout at him, my heart pounding in my chest. He widens his eyes, clearly unsure about squeezing into the small space. Why did this man have to be so bloody tall for?

“I’m not going to fit-”

Before he can finish his sentence, I use my body strength and push him inside. He lets out a surprised yelp as he hits his head against the ceiling, and I quickly close the doors-resting my body against it.

“Alexandra, what’s the Wi-Fi password?” Aunt Coraline’s voice floats in from outside, and I feel a surge of panic. She must not find out that Ares is here, I don’t care if she knows about our past or that we would often do things like this. I just really don’t know her thoughts about Ares.

“It’s on the back of the box behind the TV,” I answer quickly, trying to keep my cool as I step away from the cupboard.

Aunt Coraline enters the room slowly, her eyes locking with mine.

“What are you up to?” She mumbles.

“Me? Nothing? Why would you think I’m up to something?” I rub onto my nose. Shit. Why did I do that? I could never hide a secret.

“So…no one came to give you a visit today?”

“No. I was painting.” I rub my nose yet again, I use my free hand and interlock my fingers together tightly.

“And if I open this cupboard, no one will fall out or anything?”

“Why would you think anyone would be in there?” I question her instead of answering her.

“How about you tell me, Miss Jones?”

“Urm…”

“Get out Ares.” She speaks firmly, settling down onto my bed.

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