CHAPTER 7
Ares
I didn't know what I hated more. The blondie working outside or the whole working as CEO bit. It was an equal amount of hatred for both. I hated being here, hated seeing her six days a week, and even more than that I hated how beautiful she looked every single f*****g day.
She takes my breath away, my lucidity, and it f*****g plagued me when I saw her. She haunted me at night, dreams that came and went, were all of her. Her voice, her laugh, her smile, and how her blue eyes twinkled when she was excited or how her bottom lip stuck out in a pout when she wanted something.
Damn. This was Hell. I was sure God was punishing me for something I did or maybe for all the illegal things I've done in my life. I didn't deserve it, but surely God thought I did. I don't even think I
