Hello everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Today's word prompt is "bean". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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**Warning - there is adult language.**
Juliet gaped for a few more moments. “Do I have a choice?”
“No, you don’t.”
“Then why did you ask if I was coming? Seems pointless to me.”
“You have this convoluted notion that you’re my servant.”
“Concubine,” Juliet interrupted.
“Whatever. I gave you an option. You actually do have a choice. Do you want to face Hades inside the casino in the privacy of his VIP room or do you want to face him on the city street in front of gods and everybody?”
She waved her hand flippantly. “Just go.”
Ares snorted then strode inside the casino. Juliet stayed on his heels as the weaved through the crowd. The place outdid the gaudiness on the outside. Everything was covered in flaked gold. The detailed images of Greek warriors and ladies were found around every turn. They seemed almost lifelike. Were they those painted actors who pretended to be statues? She reached out and gently stroked the bicep of a discus thrower in mid launch. She gasped as Ares growled and grabbed hold of her wrist.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded.
“Let go of me, you ass.” Juliet yanked her arm free. “I thought it might be a living person pretending to be a statue.”
“He used to be living. He pissed off my uncle. A little talk with Medusa and Midas and my uncle has himself a new statue. So do me a favor. Don’t feel the poor bastard up. You belong to me.”
Juliet smirked at him. “See? Concubine.”
“Juliet, I swear.”
Juliet opened her mouth to lay into Ares. She had it with his bullshit. She clamped her lips shut as two men dressed in black suits stood behind Ares. Each wore sunglasses, cropped military haircuts and a badge that said “security”. They were at least a foot taller than a normal man. They couldn’t be human.
“Your excellency,” one greeted sharply.
Ares huffed a sigh and slowly turned to face the newcomers. “What the fuck do you want?”
“We’ve been sent by your uncle to escort you to his VIP room. He doesn’t want you to start any trouble on the gaming floor.”
“He can’t prove I had anything to do with that fist fight that broke out a week ago.”
The largest of the two motioned past the brilliant colored slot machines and the bean shaped felt covered tables lined with gamblers. “Sir, please.”
Ares looked at Juliet. This time it was his turn to smirk. “Ladies first.”