"Honestly, and especially Mrs Henderson. She has a right potty mouth." My mother chuckles as she gossips with Mrs Johnson. My father is with Clark and Mr Johnson in the living room, i could not get the kiss out of my head.

My fingers graze my lips every now and then, his lips felt perfectly against mine. So perfect.

He took my first kiss.

And I do not regret it a single bit.

For some reason, I felt as if we had some sort of chemistry between us. And God did it feel amazing.

"So, Alexandra, how is your final year of college?" Mrs Johnson asks me; I sit up properly. Peeling my finger away from my lips, Mrs Johnson smiles at me softly.

"Perfectly fine, given the quantity of work I have to complete." Mrs Johnson laughs, and I stand up to assist my mother in clearing the table. I wished they would go so I could go out and investigate. I wished to see him once more. He might have simply hugged me, but instead he took advantage of the situation and kissed me.

After clearing up the table, we make our way into the living room. Where I am forced to sit next to Clark, Clark grazes his hair back.

I rest on the armchair wishing that God can just take my life now. "Clark is studying medicine, top of his class." Clark puts his mirror back into his pocket before giving me his full attention.

"You are very beautiful Alexandra," he whispers.

I look up to my mother and she nods her head, signalling for me to answer him. "Thank you." I force out of my teeth.

"Alex, darling, your lip is bleeding." Mr Johnson notices, I look up and press my finger against them.

"Oh right, thank you." I stand up, making my way to the kitchen to grab some tissue. He bit me. I remember he bit me. I graze the napkin. He likes blood. I knew my assumption was right. I knew everything was right, he was real. I still felt his touch around my neck.

"Are you okay Alex?" I look up to the door of the kitchen, Mr Johnson stood by it. He had blonde hair, just like his son but brown strong eyes. He wore a navy suit with a pink tissue coming out of the front pocket.

"I'm fine Mr Johnson, nothing to worry about." He steps in the room.

"You have a very pretty face, and body." He looks down, I suddenly felt uncomfortable and laughed it off. "Legal age you are now; I remember when you were only sixteen." He chuckles, brushing his hair backwards.

"Yes, all grown up now. I should go back." I take a step towards the door, and instantly his hand stops me from going any further. I do not dare look at him. He stared at me; I could tell from the side of my eyes. He comes closer, his nose at the end of my ear as he sniffles my scent like a dog.

"Just as always, fruit." My body freezes, why is he acting like this? I feel his hand rest on my lower back, this man is thirty years older than me. Old enough to be my dad, if he needed to. "You have beautiful lips."

"Mr Johnson, this is uncalled for. I should get back." He releases a soft chuckle, his hands falling away from the door and back to his side. I instantly travel back to the living room. Hoping. Wishing this could end soon.

She parks the car outside the tattoo parlour, we exit the car and make our way inside. The same receptionist stares at me, I look down at her name tag. Maria. She wore a tight vest top the revealed a spill of her breasts, and necklaces gliding in-between them. She had tattoos all over her body, I am not surprised seeming that she works in a tattoo parlour.

"Hey Maria, is Ares ready to tattoo my legs?" Cathy chuckles, Maria nods her head and points to the room. Staring glares at me. What is wrong with her? I did not take a second to follow Cathy into the tight hallway, once we reach his door, Cathy pushes it open, and Ares looks up. His eyes locking with mine.

"Ready for my sexy legs Ares, I need you to make it look amazing because I have a date." I settle down in the corner of the room like last time. I had to adjust this long dress so it would not rip. Cathy wore shorts, so it would be easier for Ares to tattoo her.

But when Ares puts on his latex gloves and cleans the back of her thighs. Touching her. I could not help but be envious. Why? I had no sentiments for him, maybe sexual feelings, but no other feelings. He starts pushing the paper where the prints of Cathy's desired tattoo are. I glance aside as he rubs on top of it. I am unable to deal with the jealousy.

Then, I hear the machine turn on. And I looked anywhere but in his direction. He probably gets girls coming to him all the time, I do not blame them for wanting Ares. He is beautiful. He probably touches women all day, I hate this feeling. "I thought this would be more painful." Cathy whispers in strain.

I smile, "guess you can handle everything."

"Anyways, what happened yesterday?" She asks.

Well, I found out Diávolos is real because he kissed me. But of course, if i told her, she would think I am doing some sort of drug. "Nothing, just the boring dinner. However, Mr Johnson was acting a little weird..." Ares continues his work, but I know he is listening. Because he hesitated for a slight moment.

"What do you mean?"

"My lip bled, and he told me about it...so I went to the kitchen to clean it up and... he came in and started acting touchy and telling me how grown and beautiful I became. I tried to leave but he stopped me and started sniffing my neck..."

"Ares stop." Ares stopped, staring at me. "Did he do anything?" I shake my head.

"I just felt uncomfortable, but it's nothing to worry about." Ares continues.

I bite my lip down, hiding the fact of how i feared for my life as I hear the machine stop. Ares wipes of the ink from her leg with a wet wipe before patching it up with something black after getting the approval from Cathy.

"You should get a tattoo." Cathy looks at me from the mirror.

"Oh, no, no way..." I stutter.

"What happened to wanting to experience things? Just get one where your parents would never see. How much Ares?" She grabs her purse that she brought this time, instead of forgetting it in the car like last time.

"Fifty dollars."

"I-I can't afford it Cathy, expenses?" I make her realise.

"You can do it for free." His deep voice of his had a way of igniting my internal engine, as if it knew I wanted to ride with him before I had a chance to process.

My eyes lock with his green ones, and suddenly...it flashed me back to the alley. This time he stared at me the exact same way as Diávolos. Cathy nods her head, with widened eyes.

Experience things.

She mouths.

"I'll be right back, need to get something to eat." Cathy slips out of the room.

"Okay, I want one here." I touch the in-between of my breasts, "a butterfly."

"I'll get a woman to do it for you," he is about to walk past me, but I grab onto his arms and look up at him, he glances down at me.

Our height difference is immaculate. Some a woman would dream to have, "I want you to do it, just like the one on your hand." My fingers slide down to his hand, as I brush my thumb on top of it.

"You know that means you have to take off your dress to your hip, and your bra," I shrug my shoulders, where am I getting this confidence from? Maybe the conversation I had with Cathy last night woke me up and made me realise that I should be the one to take charge of my life.

"I trust you." I whisper.

There is so much tension between us, and I know he can feel it too. He nods and signals me to the bed, snapping his gloves on. Trying to reach the sip of my dress but unable to pull it down. "Can you...help please?" I whisper.

He stood right behind me with the mirror in front of us. He brushes my hair to the side, and I feel his fingers graze my back. I breathe in, as his fingers slide my zip down. The dress becoming loose around my chest, I hold onto it. This is a bad idea. I should have just done my legs.

Ares places his hands on top of mine and pushes them away from the dress, which falls to the floor. Where I displayed him my full physique, my breasts only fit a C-cup, my waist is smaller than my hips, and I do have a very large bust.

Thank goodness I was wearing my lovely set, which consisted of a black bra and anime underwear. My mother never allows me to buy revealing underwear, like a thong or lace bra.

Ares examines me in the mirror, his fingers caressing the back of my bra. I look down to the floor as i feel my bra loosen.

I notice Ares shift, "lay down onto the bed, and use your hand to cover your breasts." I nod my head, walking towards the bed, I adjust myself, staring at the ceiling as I slip my bra off and cover my nipples with my hands. He hands me a some sort of blanket that I use to cover it. I press my hand on top of it for extra support.

He settles down onto the chair, grabbing a pen before resting his hand on my stomach. I gasp from his touch on my skin, he pushes my hands further up before he begins to draw the butterfly. "Is it going to hurt?" I look up at him, as he covers my view of the ceiling with his shoulders.

"You'll see."

His hands on my skin made me shiver, if i knew his touch would do this to my body....His eyes sometimes lean to mine, but I look away. He clicks the lid of the pen back on, and my heart is attacking my ribs. My parents are going to kill me. I hear the machine go on, "you ready?"

"No, no... I can't do this." I whisper sitting up, one arms around both my the cover over my breast as the other holds down onto my stomach.

A smile lifts the top of his mouth, "yes you can."

"It's going to hurt."

"You can squeeze my arm if you want, and when I notice you're hurting a lot. I'll stop."

"You promise Ares?" My brows are furrowed with fear, he pushes a fallen lock of my hair behind my ears.

"I promise Angelos." Butterflies swarm my stomach at his nickname for me, I nod my head a lay back down onto the bed. The machine starts, I grab onto Ares' arms. Unable to get all around because of the size of his biceps. He lays a hand on my stomach and then, i feel the pokes digging into my skin as he starts.

I am getting a tattoo.

I close my eyes, watching him work so close to me. His side profile is absolutely beautiful, his jaw line could kill, and his nose is like a water slide. Unlike mine, where I have a small road bump. It begins to hurt, and i tighten my grip around his bicep.

He does not stop; he continues because he knows I can handle it. "Distract me Ares." I whisper out in pain.

"What do you want me to do Angelos?" He focuses on his work.

"Talk to me...tell me something...do something." I bite my lips in pain, and he stops as a tear fall from my eyes. "I didn't know it would be this painful..." I mumble out, he wipes the fallen tear from my eyes.

"I know, but we need to finish this, so you talk about anything you want." He switches on the machine and continues to tattoo the butterfly onto my skin.

"I wanted to experience new things; I have catholic parents who are as strict as day..."

"You know getting a tattoo is a sin, princess." I nod.

"I know, but I have always wanted one. And I cannot believe I'm doing it. With a man touching my body." Ares chuckles.

"You've never been touched by a man?" I have.

"I have. Once." Diávolos. "You are the second man who's ever touched me at all." His eyes met mine, " and seen me half naked." His eyes turned darker for some reason, and he looks away focusing onto his work.

"Kalýtera na meíneis étsi" He whispers out.

[It better stay that way]

"Where are you from?"

"Greece, Assos, Kefalonia" He answers, his curls fall down over his forehead. And my hands suddenly had a mind of its own as I graze it back. His hair is soft. Just like I knew it would be, he closes his eyes for a second before opening it. "Normally, I never let my clients touch me princess." He whispers.

"Oh, sorry..." I am about to pull my hand away before he stops me.

"But you're an exception." I blush deep red.

After a few hours or so, that is what it feels like. He stops the machine and puts it away. He stands up and grabs a wipe, before grazing it down the tattoo to remove an excess ink. "Have a look." I stood up immediately, making my way to the mirror as I look at the tattoo.

It is beautiful.

So beautiful.

I see Ares stand next to the mirror, leaning his back on the wall as he watches my reaction. "Just like you wanted." I gently grab his hand and compare it; he really did draw it.

"I have to pay you Ares, I put you through hell."

"You don't need to pay me." He grabs a black cling film and crouches down, I looked down this time. Not up. He presses it onto my tattoo, and it sticks. I smile, my fingers graze his jaw. What am I doing? What am I feeling?

"I love it Ares..."

"You know, many girls come asking for the same tattoo on my hand." Oh. Fudge. I knew this was a bad choice, every other girl has the same exact tattoo on his hand. He stands up and lifts my jaw for me to look him in the eyes. "And I said no to every one of them, except you."

My heart blooms, "have you eaten?" I ask.

A smile spreads across his lips, "not what I want to eat."

"We can go to this place downtown; they sell the best wraps...on me. Since I didn't pay for the tattoo."

"Okay."