As much as I wanna appreciate God's favorite, I can't. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and my insides churned as I kept picturing another woman in my place last night.
Questions arose about all his private business. I pondered what Ares King does, and it was certainly not filing papers in those hours.
I eyed the two plates of breakfast on the table, and I crawled out to bed, suddenly feeling a storm of hunger.
I could feel Ares' eyes following me as I neared it, bending over to grab a toast.
His gaze was glued to my ass now, and when I angled my head to see, it was like a beast ready to devour its first meal of the day. I was enraged at myself for wanting the same thing right now.
I should have straightened my position or walked away, but I didn't, even as he came behind, phone still to his ear, and sinking his nails into my hips.
"This is an important call. Don't make a sound."
