CHAPTER SIX
ARES’S POV
I could feel Paul’s gaze digging on the side of my face while I drowned whatever remained of my whiskey in the glass. Finally, giving in to the curiosity that was beginning to claw on me, I half turned to meet his gaze.
“What?” I jerked an eyebrow.
“You didn’t tell me he was that hot,” He said, his attention moving towards my secretary who was chatting with his friend by the bar, which either knowingly or unknowingly catching the attention of more than one man in the room. I had brought the two of them with me in the club.
“Hot?” I scoffed.
“Come on, if you weren’t straight, you’d fall for him too,” He shrugged. Paul was a proud bisexual and whenever he got the chance, he’d flaunt it on my face about how he had pleasure more choices than me.
“Oh
