I'm practically playing with fire, but he started it first when he barged into my appointment and had the nerve to claim we agreed on this.
When?
Obviously not with my knowledge. Just when I thought this devil wouldn't get any more devilish, I'm proven wrong.
Now... he's gonna get what's coming for him.
Ares wants a couple's therapy, he's gonna get one.
On cue, a broad smirk spread on my lips, and I took his hand in a tight hold, intertwining our fingers in a lock before adjusting my glasses.
"We are ready, Dr. Miller. I think we can both agree that this is mutual…"
Dr. Miller cleared his throat, walking to refill his coffee before coming back to us. He sat in silence for a moment, just monitoring us both with intensity as if trying to peel our skin and see what shade we had.
I kept my bright expression even though I could feel Ares drilling a hole into my side profile with his stare.
This is not my fault... but yours. So chill!
