BRIANNA'S POV
I chuckled as I laid on my bed, my face to the ceiling. I was pissed, mad, and every word you could think of.
Ares? Did he think he could just order me around or treat me like garbage? What am I, a trash can?
A loud hiss trailed from my lips as I turned towards the other side and was facing the wall.
I exhaled, slowly shutting its eyes.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I was startled a bit. I reached for it but paused abruptly. “That annoying and spoilt brat. What reason does he have to call me?”
“And what if he isn't the one?” A voice said to me: I ignored it again, a loud hiss trailing from my lips.
The phone rang over and over again until I was left with no choice. I grabbed the phone, and only then did I realize it wasn't Ares who's been phoning all these while.
“Diego!
