Hello everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Today's word prompt is "earth". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
**a warning...there is some language!**
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The guy looked past Juliet to the voice behind her. “Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? The lady and I are having a conversation.”
She let go an aggravated sigh then took the opportunity to yank her hands free. Taking a step back, she collided with another hard, masculine body. She huffed again. Ares.
“I’m the owner of this establishment,” Ares informed him. Then he growled. “And she’s with me.”
The man smirked at Juliet. “Maybe we should let her decide who’s the real man between us.”
“Maybe we should settle this in the ring.”
Juliet spun at him. “Maybe this lady doesn’t want either of you. Or do I not have a choice?”
The guy at the bar grinned at them both. “Deal. She goes home with the winner.”
Ares eyes narrowed. “Deal.”
The guy grinned triumphant as he wove his way to the ring. Ares unbuttoned his cuffs as he followed. Juliet scurried to keep up. “Don’t you dare do this. What kind of archaic system do you live by? I’m nearly four hundred years old and I’m more modern than this.”
Ares stopped and turned on her. She could see the rage etched in his face. “I told you not to make a scene in my club. I told you not to start anything. Fuck, Juliet. You are the most infuriating female on the earth.”
Juliet felt every nerve burn. “Fuck you, Ares. I don’t need a hero.”
“I’m rarely the hero.” He stormed off to the ring, tearing his shirt off with every deliberate step he took. He handed it to a perfectly beautiful blonde ring girl with a smile that made Juliet want to claw both hers and Ares eyes out. He slipped off the rings on his hands and gave them to the beauty before he slowly ascended the steps, ducked between the ropes and made his way to his corner.
The other guy had shed every piece of clothing but his boxer briefs. He bounced from toe to toe as he grinned impishly at Ares. The Greek god leaned against the ropes clothed only in his slacks. He glared the mortal down coldly. Juliet had never been so infuriated with anyone in her long existence. It didn’t stop her from slowly taking in every inch of her lover.
The referee glanced at the guy from the bar then at Ares. Once both men nodded he dropped his hand. “Fight!”