When I came home from the office, I found myself just sitting on my bed in complete silence as I processed what had happened.
It was during this time that my work phone buzzed and I got a notification that an email was sent to me.
When I opened it, it was from Mr. Ares and there was some sort of contract attached to it.
I didn’t know what I was thinking. Maybe I wasn’t thinking at all, but whichever it was, I clicked it.
“This is just a draft contract. I can get my lawyer to write up a better one tomorrow. Tell me if you would like to add some things or take out. I am willing to adjust, but not too much.”
I rolled my eyes at how much of the first line already sounded so much like him, slightly considerate and yet overly demanding.
Either way, I couldn’t stop reading now. I kept g
