Chapter 8

ARES' POV

As I watched them laugh together in the garden last night, my hands clenched the tumbler but as he put his hands on MY Akira, the glass shattered in my hand. I didn't flinch as the shards of glass pierced into my skin.

I knew I was a dick with the way I was treating Akira, and putting her in the dungeon and seeing the broken look in her eyes almost made me change my mind. But once I decided to let her go just like the way I did during the Annual ball, then the rumours already speculating would worsen.

I downed another glass of scotch in one gulp as I reflected on the first time I saw her. Right at the edge of the fountain, her red hair had initially drawn me and I was standing in this same position but it was her blue eyes – blue little orbs which looked like they could look into my soul– that drew me in.

My cock hardened when I remembered how she looked on the day of the Annual ball. Her dress was short and the pale skin that was shown to every man-made me wanted to kill