Page 55 of Gilded Gods

This house has fifteen bathrooms, so fuck him. Besides, I need to soak in another Epsom salt bath, and our bathroom only has a shower.

Half-awake, I walk out of my room naked, with a blunt tucked behind my ear, and enter Ophelia’s bathroom through the entrance from the hallway. The ample space includes a four-person Jacuzzi tub and a glass shower.

I used her tub last night before she crawled into my bed. My hair was still wet when she ran her fingers through it, tugging on the ends as I licked her pussy.

I grab the box of Epsom salt and add it to the water. After the tub fills, I can pee without hassle and no longer hard. I hear an alarm on the other side of the door. Any minute, my sexy girl will come crashing into the room. So I flush and hop into the bathtub, hoping to catch her off guard.

She left me, and I’m kind of mad at her. Annoyed that she would ditch me after I told her something that fucking mattered to me.

Ineededher to stay.

Ophelia may think she’s not good enough because of the shape of her body. But she’s incredible.

A goddess.

Next to my brothers, I’m not as smart or special. I’m the fighter and the fuck-up. Fighting and fucking are the only things I have ever been good at.

Ophelia looks at me like I’m a god. That’s why I told her something meaningful, especially after she was feeling so self-conscious. I want her to know she can be herself with me.

I’m not judging her. Enough people do that already. And I want to tell her that people judge me, too, but for different reasons.

So I get it.

I gether.

Ophelia groans behind the closed door, bumping into something hard. “Motherfucking fucking bitch.”

I light the blunt and laugh, blowing out a cloud of smoke. The water is warm and feels good on my muscles. They say time heals all wounds, but I don’t know if that’s true anymore.

I lost my first fight.

I’ve been repeating this to myself since I took the final blow. After I woke up on the cold floor, I felt broken. Like I left a part of myself in the ring. But just hearing her voice calms my nerves.

She stumbles into the bathroom a few seconds later, arms raised and yawning. She pads toward me, dressed in black spandex shorts and a thin tank top.

Standing in front of the sink, she scrubs a hand at her tired eyes. She must catch a hint of the smoke from my blunt because she sniffs. And then her eyes meet mine in the mirror.

I puff on the blunt, a plume gathering around my head. “Morning, beautiful.”

Her eyes widen at me. “What are you doing in here?”

I rest my arm on the ledge, and the ash falls into the water. “What does it look like, little dragon?”

Ophelia turns around and approaches the tub, nostrils flared. “Why are you smoking weed in my goddamn house?”

“Because I need to relax.” I offer her the blunt. “Take a hit. You look like you can use it more than me.”

She snatches it from my hand and runs it under the sink before chucking it into the trash. “Get out, Ares!” Her naturally tanned cheeks redden. “I have to pee.”

I point at the toilet that has a door. “Go ahead. I don’t mind. I’m well acquainted with your pussy.”

Furious, she spins on her heels and slams the door. “I hate him,” she mutters to herself. “Fucking asshole.”

The exhaust fan turns on. I can’t hear her cursing anymore. She can pretend to hate me all she wants, but her body wouldn’t respond to me the way it does if she didn’t want me.

Ophelia emerges a minute later, her cheeks still flushed, and washes her hands. “Why are you in my bathroom?”

“Because I don’t have a tub and need to soak after a fight.”

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