After the doctor checks me out and told me that the drug they used on me was a Neuromuscular Blocking Agents, which are drugs that prevent messages from moving from the nerve to the muscle. This causes a temporary, but widespread paralysis called a "drug induced paralysis".

He hooked me up to an IV drip, leaving two bottles of medications and instructing Ares to give me one every four hours from now on. Ares nods, and they discuss something in another language.

The doctor has left the room, leaving only me and Ares. I can move my upper body now, but my lower body will take longer to move due to nerve systems.

I wiped my tears away, unable to comprehend what had happened to me. I was drugged. It is no surprise that my parents forbade me from drinking. "How are you feeling?" His voice erupts the silence in the room.

His room is beautiful, and I notice is describes him very well.

The long windows from floor to ceiling provided a view of the mountains and a bit of the city, with the curtain draped down. The bed is unmistakably king-sized, with grey sheets and a black comforter on top. I look to the side and notice two doors and two black bedside tables with nothing but a lamp on them.

One is entirely open, displaying what appears to be a walk-in closet, while the other is closed. There is a grey carpet beneath the bed, and a long couch with a standing lamp over it and a tiny coffee table beside it sits near the window with a view.

Ares enters the closet of clothes; he comes back out with folded clothes. He makes his way towards me, "do you mind if i change you? That dress looks uncomfortable." He asks me, I look down to see the dress that Cathy lent me.

I nod my head.

He assists me in sitting up a little higher and softly unzips the dress. He pulls it down my arms without looking at my body, and then he grabs one of the clothes, which I noticed was a large black shirt.

It is obviously his, and he gently shoves it down my face. I stick my hands into the openings. He slips his hand underneath my shirt and pushes the dress down my legs. I sneeze a little.

"Let me get you some boxers." He walks back to the closet.

He comes back, and nods at me for permission. I smile softly and he removes my underwear, putting on the boxers. He takes the other piece of clothing, which are shorts and helps me into them. "I'll get these washed for you, do you need anything else?"

"Can you stay with me...just until I sleep, please?" He looks down at my hands clinging to his, then he nods his head and settles down onto the bed besides me. I turn my body, and my legs as much as i could, before resting my head onto his chest. His arms rest under my neck and pulls me closer against him.

I inhale his strong cologne, "I thought you weren't going to come..." I whisper.

"And why is that?" He whispers, grazing my hair.

"Because why would you?" He sighs.

"I would always come if you needed me, no matter where or what. I will always protect you." He lifts my chin for me to look at him. "Always." He looks down at my lips, I smile before indulging my head into his chest. Hearing his heartbeat thumping.

"Thank you for protecting me, Ares..." I whisper into my sleep.

She fell asleep onto my chest; it has been two hours and i did not want to to move. Her brown curly hair is brushing onto my pillows, her long lashes brushes against her cheeks as her hands rest around my neck. I stare up at the ceiling, remembering the conversation with Mike.

"She's a good girl...please don't-" I rip my arm from his grip, he's lucky Ali is looking at us otherwise i would have killed him that instant.

"Don't what Mike?"

"You know what I'm talking about, she is an innocent girl."

"Who came into my arms."

I understood what he meant now; she is a good girl.

My phone rings, and I adjust myself to slip it out of my back pocket.

Kitchen.

I sigh, sliding her arms gently off of me as I rest it on a pillow. "Ares..." She whispers, opening her eyes a little. I lift the covers over her arms, and she snuggles into them.

"I'll be right back." She snores a little more, and I walk out of the room to discover Adonis and Adrian standing by the kitchen. I shut the door behind me, alerting them to my presence.

They raise their heads, their jaws clenched. Where are the others?"

"Dining room." Adrian mumbles.

I make my way down the apartment's glass steps, where I meet them in the dining room. The housekeeper pours me a vodka at my signal, I settle down onto the chair.

Adonis, Adrian, Atlas, and Alastair sat around the table. The housekeeper settles my drink in front of me, I pick it up. Twirling the ice around. "Tin thélo prostatevmén." [I want her protected]

They all look at me. "Thélo na tin koitáo pánta," I take a sip of my drink, this was not the plan. Protecting her, but the moment her brown eyes touched mine, it felt as if it opened me. Her eyes were the shade of acorns, just bright enough to shine in the shadows. [I want eyes on her at all times.]

I often kept my gaze to the soil or else tilted upward to the sky, but when I was brave enough to meet them a shiver of golden light would race down my spine, every time, every time. She is the most beautiful girl i have ever laid eyes on.

Her long brown hair was neatly coiffed and cascaded down her spine. Her innocence, with her beautiful smile and tanned skin. She saw the world in a different light than I did. Her presence. Her touch shocked my skin; I had been caressed by many ladies before, but this one felt different, it was always different.

"You are supposed to leave her alone Ares, you know why." I circle the tip of my glass with my fingers, I could feel their stares dig into my brain.

"I know."

"So, what the fuck is she doing here? Why are you doing this to her Ares?" Alastair murmurs, the house cleaner hands him his water and he turns to look at her. She fancies him, and so does he. I could see it in his fucking eyes.

"Get out Marie." I slur at her; she nods her head and exits the room. "You don't know what fucking happened. She is mine."

"And how is this going to play out? You make her fall for you and then what?" Adonis whispers.

"Then she's mine, forever."

"For about five fucking seconds."

"Then if she is under your protection, she is under all of ours." Atlas speaks, I unbutton my shirt. "I mean, I don't mind for a little strip show but I already went to Magic Mike." I roll my eyes at Atlas' stupidity before making my way to the door.

"I want everything to know about her, by tomorrow."

I close the door behind me and make my way back to her. Before I open the door, Adonis calls for my name. "This is a bad idea...You need to leave her alone."

"Enough. You will listen to me brother, every word i give as an order. You will confine."

"She deserves her own path brother!" I enter the room, shutting the door behind me. I slide my shirt off and slip a plain black one on from my cupboard along with a pair of shorts.

I know she likes going to the museum to stare at a picture.

I know she loves pomegranate seeds.

I know she likes to paint, especially naked.

I know she likes tattoos.

I know she does not deserve what I was about to do to her.

I lift the covers and slide under. She turns in her sleep and her hands grazes my shoulder, "Ares...is that you?"

"I'm here princess." I whisper, she smiles softly and moves closer to me. Resting her head onto my chest, I feel her leg raise onto my stomach. She tightens her grip around me, as if afraid to let me go.

The moment she told me she was never allowed to speak to any boys, I knew why. And it most certainly was not because she is catholic. And her parents know. If she finds out. I may never see her again. So let us hope, for now...this stays between us. For her sake.

Her hair felt so fucking soft between my fingers, everything about her.

Now no one would dare to harm her if they knew.

Ali...you are mine. Everything. All of you belongs to me. Including your innocence.