Mariana Adams' Point of View"Don't leave," Ares said in a hoarse voice. He seemed tired whilst the tone of his voice was weary as if he was possessed by a fever. I pouted my lips and didn't take his hands off me. Instead, Ares pulled my hands and placed me above his lap, hugging me tight while his eyes began to become watery. "Baby," he muttered in such a soft, yet baritone voice. "Did you eat already? Why are you here?" I bit my lower lip as I sat down on his lap sturdily. "Why? Don't you like it now that I'm here?" I whispered with a worry in my voice. He groaned a little as Ares wrapped his hands around my waist. "Of course not… I was just wondering and I've been waiting for you to talk to me." I held his hand and fixed the way I sat above. "I'm n-not mad!" I spit out. "I w-was just waiting for you also!" Ares sneered. He was resting his back on the chair as of the moment and then pursued his lower lip. "I don't think so. You're avoiding me for days now and yet you're trying

Mariana Adams’ Point of View There is no doubt that men in black kept on appearing at the whole mansion again. I knew that Ares’ men came here and there are a total of almost forty people who came here. When I passed by one person earlier, he had no gun with him and when ai peered outside where they are currently having a meeting, almost all of them have nothing in their waist. Right now, I am in the kitchen cooking. Ares asked me to make him a delicious food which is the reason why I started moving right now as the dish I’m going to prepare is not the usual meal. Whilst I was inside the kitchen alone, the sliding door that was beside me opened and it was Emman, our gardener who turns one to be my friend, comes in. He was wearing a white sando as sweat fell off his face to his chest. “Morning,” I greeted him with a huge grin. He hoisted his gazes and then spoke. “You’re here,” he enunciated. “I didn’t saw you for the past few days. Where were you?” he inquired with a worried

Mariana Adams' Point of ViewEverytime I think of all the girls Ares has fucked, all I could be feeling was jealous and at the same time, envious. He was really good at making every girl feel damn satisfied whenever he does something that could pleasure us. Thinking he had done it with others, I couldn't erase the sudden scene in my head as faces of unknown girls kept on popping to my mind whilat Ares was fucking them. It makes my blood boil but I couldn't be angry. I don't want him to call me immature and besides, I'm trying my best to erase that sudden thought to my mind. "Aaahhh…" a long yet soft moan came out from my lips. "Your back is sexy," Ares muttered the moment he spanked my butt while fucking me from behind. I glanced at him and then spoke, arching my eyebrows. "My back only?" "Of course not. You are fucking sexy, baby."A giggles escaped from my lips. Both my knees are on the sofa whilst my hands was resting at the headrest of the sofa. I felt cold as the aircon touc

Mariana Adams' Point of View"Be a good girl, got it?" he stated while we were facing each other across the room. We are currently standing in front of his penthouse. I was referring to the entire structure. We are standing in front of the building, outside the front door, while security personnel are standing behind him and a large vehicle is parked behind my back. I was in the process of holding my luggage; some of my belongings are here, while others are in his closet. I did not bring all of my clothing with me but rather took some with me in the event that I end up sleeping in this location. Besides, Ares doesn't like it. Because of him, I will be departing, and there is no chance that I will ever return; I do not want this to take place. My friend Emman interjected and said, "I will be the one who will guard her, and you can have peace of mind that she will be safe." Ares' blazing eyes turned their attention to him. After tensing his jaw, he finally started speaking. "I just

Mariana Adams’ Point of View When I got back to Italy, I went grocery shopping so that Fatima wouldn't form any incorrect assumptions about anything, and I also took advantage of the opportunity to catch up on some reading. Because I do not intend to put any of the things that I purchased during that time period to use, I came to the conclusion that the best course of action would be to give the clothing to her rather than keep it in my closet. Ares gave me an enormous cabinet and stocked it with clothing that he had specifically purchased for me and placed inside the cabinet. He also provided me with the cabinet itself. If I'm being entirely truthful with you, I have a thing for fashion, but I'm not particularly obsessed with collecting things at all.She yelled after Fatima, "Good heavens, Fatima! Have I not previously instructed you to get rid of all of these outdated and worn-out items of clothing? I have only just now brought up the fact that we are currently situated within her