Chapter 11: Stay With Me While I Rest

Mariana Adams’ Point of View

My day? It was dreadful and ridiculous all at the same time! I have the want to drive him away, but my body is frozen in place. Being able to relax while sitting on his lap has become second nature to me. When Ares and I run into each other, he frequently lifts me up onto his lap and holds me there. He did what I had anticipated by wrapping his arms around my waist.

In response to my frustration, I pushed his hands away from me while the lines were forming on my forehead. Ares, on the other hand, only moved his single eyebrow before beginning his sentence.

He asked in a hushed tone, "Am I not free to touch you?" He was trying to get a response from her.

“No!”

He leaned back against the chair he was seated in while placing his right hand on both of my thighs and solemnly caressing it while looking at me. He did this while maintaining eye contact with me.

I sneered, "I despise your guards. I hated them. They are a pain in the neck..."

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