Brianna’s POV.
I walked into the house but it was so dark and silent. My eyes flared, shifting from left to right.
Darn it! I couldn't see anything, and my phone battery was dead.
And that bastard, Ares, was supposed to have toured me around the house but no. He chose to go about punishing ladies with both pain and pleasure.
Guess, I'd have to find my own way around.
As I walked through, I felt my leg dash against another’s.
“Who is here?” I quizzed, subconsciously shaking and gripping my purse to my chest.
I rushed to find a switch and luckily for me, the lights came on. Ares was on the couch with a heavy bag underneath his eyelids.
He slurred in his seat, muttering incoherent words to himself.
A part of me wanted to know what he was saying, so I walked closer to him but his
