[Music: Her By Rosenfeld]
This situation was all because of me, so there was no use complaining about it. I should have known Ares wasn't gonna let me win and bend the game to his advantage.
I should be having my pizza and soda in peace right now, but here I was on the way to our date.
"Why the face?" Ares asked, breaking the long silence since we drove out of the penthouse.
I didn't spare him a look, knowing that infamous smile was plastered on those delectable lips of his.
Ares' gaze burned at the back of my head, and the passing moment became excruciating, and I found myself speaking even though I didn't want to.
"Just another boring date with you. Where are we going this time, some five-star restaurant with a view? Or an opera house?" I met his eyes. "If it's the latter, then I'm a bit underdressed. That'd ruin the image of your expensive wife."
"Expensive wife?" He raised an eyebrow.
