Page 63 of Gilded Gods

“I was joking.” Ares places his hand on my knee and whispers, “This best man is only interested in fucking the maid of honor at the wedding.”

I nearly choke on my eggs.

He pats my back, his hand moving in circles. “Don’t die on me, little dragon. You’re only allowed to choke on my dick.”

I laugh, my cheeks flushed. “Stop it.”

“C’mon, baby,” he whispers. “I know you love my dick. Tonight, I want to introduce him to your pretty mouth again.”

I know what we’re doing is wrong. And I can’t find a single fuck to care. Ares will be my stepbrother in a few days, and then what happens?

Will he still want me?

“I’m heading to the gym to train,” he tells me. “Feel like taking a drive with me?”

“Sure.” I set my fork on the plate and nod. “But what about your face?” Studying his cuts and bruises, I sigh. “If you rip the stitches open, you’ll need a doctor. You should take it easy today.”

“Don’t lecture me, woman. I’m not staying home and curling up in a ball. If I want to win the next fight, I gotta hit the gym.”

“You’re reckless.” I shake my head. “But it’s your body.”

He leans down and whispers, “You love my body.” His tongue grazes my ear. “If I can fuck you good when I feel like shit, imagine what I’ll do to you when I heal.”

My thighs clench at the promise of more.

“If you’re worried about me, I’ll keep it light today.” He stares into my eyes like he’s seconds from throwing me on the table and having his way with me in front of our parents. “And if you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck you in my favorite place in the world.”

“And where is that?”

He slides his arm behind my back. “You’ll see. But only if you come with me.”

I’m curious, so why not? It’s not like I have a packed schedule today. Most days are open unless I have to meet with someone who doesn’t keep sex club hours.

“I have to talk to my dad about club business first. But after that, I’m all yours.”

He squeezes my thigh. “Come find me when you’re ready.”

ChapterThirty-Two

APOLLO

While Ares keepsOphelia busy at the gym, I sit in my bedroom at the desk with Atlas. All of our hard work will pay off soon. I can feel it in my bones.

Morpheus gave Atlas information on Belen and Alexander Drakos. We’ve been going through it for weeks. Account numbers, passcodes, PINs, ledgers, and bank statements. Every document ever filed for their businesses, copies of deeds, trust and stock certificates, real estate documents, and Belen’s current will.

Everything we need.

We comb through thousands of transactions daily and are far from uncovering new information. Only what we already know. Belen accused our father of moving money between his offshore accounts. But the shady bastard has so many of them it’s hard to narrow down our search.

“Three more days until the wedding,” I say to Atlas as I scroll down the page with banking transactions. “This is taking longer than I expected.”

“Patience, brother.” My twin pats my shoulder. “We’ll get everything we deserve after Mom marries that piece of shit.”

“Sure,” I agree. “Mom has her part of the plan covered. But we’re no closer to proving Dad’s innocence until we find the smoking gun.”

“I know this is important to you.” Atlas sighs. “But it doesn’t matter. I doubt we’ll ever find anything because he set Dad up. Why?” He shrugs. “We may never know. Only Belen can tell us that. Even if we find the evidence and jam it down Belen’s throat, he’ll never admit he was wrong.”

“Dad didn’t steal from him,” I fire back. “He wouldn’t lie to me.”

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