The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

Ares: is this one of those moments where honesty is required? Because if not, my official
statement is… it wasn’t me.
Raven: That’s too bad. There was this one comment that I was quite intrigued by. It was
something like: “I want to fuck you with nothing but that perfume on, Rave. Just you on our bed,
my face between your legs, and the subtle scent of perfume in the air.”
Raven: but if it isn’t you, then that’s too bad. I suppose there’s no need for me to bring a bottle
of perfume home with me.
Ares: It was me. It was all me. All of them. I confess.
I burst out laughing and shake my head.
“Wow. I can’t remember the last time I saw you laugh like that.”
I look up to find Sierra smiling at me. She hooks her arm through mine and pulls me along.
Grandma called both of us over, and that isn’t exactly uncommon, yet I’m nervous about it this time.
It’s the first time I’m seeing her as Ares’s wife. True to her word, she gave us one month to spend
together — and not a day more.
“So,” Sierra says, wiggling her eyebrows. “How has it been? Did you manage to make my dumb
brother fall for you yet?”
I chuckle and shake my head. “It’s only been a month, Ser.”
She shrugs. “Have you fucked him, at least? That’s probably the easiest way to get to his heart.”
My cheeks heat as I think back to the way he felt inside me, the way he touched me.
“Oh my god, you have!”
I throw her a warning look. “Do you really want to hear about me sleeping with your brother?”
She rolls her eyes. “Hell no. I didn’t ask you for details. I just wanted to know whether you’d
done it yet or not. What should we call this? Operation Honey Trap?”
I chuckle and shake my head. “This one is Operation Happily Ever After.”
“Awwww,” she gushes. “I love that. Look at you, Rave, being all romantic and shit. Do you
finally get the appeal?”
I shrug. I won’t admit to her that I do. Sierra is the most romantic person I’ve ever met, and if she
isn’t working her ass off being a total badass CEO, she’s reading romance novels or watching rom
coms. Because of that, she has some insanely high standard that she thinks we should all aspire to. I
wonder how long it’ll take her to realize that the fictional men she adores so much are all written by
women.
“Girls!”
We both smile as grandma holds her arms open for us. “Dibs!” I shout as I make a run for it,
rushing into Grandma’s arms before Sierra has a chance to beat me to it. Grandma chuckles and hugs
me tightly.
“Ugh,” Sierra groans. “I can’t even call you a grandma snatcher anymore, because she’s your
Grandma now too.”
I smirk at her as I pull away from Grandma. She leads us into her living room, and this time, it’s
Sierra who dashes forward. She grabs the plate of cookies that was waiting for us, and without
hesitating for even a single moment, she empties to plate into her handbag.
I look at her in disbelief. “Are you serious?”
She stares me down, a victorious, smug look on her face. “Yeah. I did what I did.”
Grandma wraps her hand around my waist and leans in to whisper in my ear. “I hid some for you.
I’ll send them over later.”
“What was that?” Sierra asks instantly, her eyes narrowed.