I tried my best to concentrate, but I couldn't, not when Ares was suddenly caught in headlights. He was the busiest person I knew, yet here he was gaping at me.
It's been two days since that day, and I tried my hardest to forget the fact that I stooped so low to get his attention when it was nothing but an act.
I acted like a ghost in the penthouse, where he was; I wasn't. The office was the only place I couldn't free myself from him, and he spent most of the time tracking my every move like I was worth more attention than the papers that needed work on his table.
Well, fuck him.
I was so stupid to think that the almighty Ares King would want someone like me.
I audibly scoffed. I have been doing that a lot, and at this point, I don't care anymore. Label me a madwoman if you will, at least I was sane enough to exclude Mister Ice here.
"Ms. Lane."
I flinched at the masculine, deep voice, hating myself for reacting so much to it.
