Chapter 7 No.7

It's been roughly three hours since I entered this meeting room. We were not making any progress. I was starting to lose patience.

I firmly inform the man in front of me, "It's not going to work that way."

He answers right away, "Miss Wilson, it's the best we can do." In a nearly haughty manner.

I fix my gaze on the representative of Dukes corp, Bernard. Cassandra had encouraged us to collaborate with this fabric manufacturing company.

'He's trying to defraud us,' Angry, Magenta whispers.

Well, given I wasn't stupid, I already understood that. The way he gazed at me held a certain manner. As though he thought I was below him. Someone unfit to be in charge of a prosperous business. As if I was stupid in some way, and he thought it was okay to overcharge us.

I assume he is the kind of man who grew up believing that women were to worship the ground they walked on.

It was impossible for women to succeed on their own. They couldn't take charge of anything. That a woman's only job is to raise children and carry out her husband's orders. That they should not be heard, but rather seen.

That kind of mentality disgusted me. I detested males who dismissed women. I'm not sure why in the world Cassandra choose him, but I was sick of his nonsense.

I get out of my chair. "Ok then, I guess we're done here."

I was determined not to waste any more time. I could find a better alternative company. In addition, I saw nothing wrong with the fabric manufacturer we were working with at the time.

"Hold on, Miss Wilson." With a sly smirk, he said, "I'm sure we can work out a better agreement."

He genuinely believed I was foolish. His stupid smirk was visible to me. What hid beneath it. I was not at all ready for it.

"I've already wasted enough of my time on you."

I don't give him another glance before I depart. He calls my name, and I hear it but don't respond.

I step inside the elevator. In a few minutes, I walk out of the elevator. I go out of the building and make my way to my car.

As soon as I got there, I was going to open it. But I never get the chance. My nose is covered with a cloth and I pass out within seconds.

I hear the sound of an automobile engine when I wake up. Though a little lost, I understand what happened just now.

Fuck! I've been kidnapped.

I hear a deep voice say, "You're finally awake."

That voice is familiar to me, so I freeze. I look up and see emerald eyes staring at me, confirming my suspicion.

They lack even the slightest trace of emotion. Simply a lifeless, robotic stare. I detest the stare because it's impossible to discern his thoughts.

"Making fun of me is something I dislike. I anticipate seeing you at Kincaid when I say we should meet there. You don't fucking disobey me."

There was something dangerous about the way he spoke. Something I ought to be wary about. But I wasn't, for some reason.

"That's precisely it; rather than asking, you ordered me," I retort firmly. "I'm not very good at following instructions."

As you most likely already knew. I never went to see Ares. It happened roughly three days ago. I had come to the conclusion that it would have been unnecessary trouble. Getting engaged with a titan like Ares doesn't seem like a smart idea to me.

It was reasonable for me to be skeptical. I had become entangled with one alpha. See how bad that turned out for me? What would happen if I get entangled with the Lycan King. Though I wasn't sure what his deal would be, I was certain that I didn't want to get involved in it.

"You should be aware of the fact that I have trouble letting go of such disobedience. You push me, and I'll push back-believe me when I say that you won't like my reprisal." His voice is husky and smooth at the same time, and his eyes are cold as he speaks.

He seemed calm and relaxed but I know it's all on the outside. Beneath this delicious body is a beast. Some strange reason makes Magenta tense up. But I don't pay her any attention. I know he's a dangerous man, yet she's enamored with him.

"Where do you intend to take me? You are aware that this is regarded as kidnapping, correct?" I inquire, shifting the topic.

I was navigating uncharted, hazardous territory. If I made a mistake, I would most likely find myself in a predicament from which I couldn't escape.

"This entire city fucking belongs to me, Ares Davani, and I can do whatever the hell I want, Blondie."

Fuck! He was right. Although Trevor is strong, Ares ruled the city. It makes sense why Alia pursued him. She was a slutty gold digger. For her, Trevor had not been sufficient. She had desired a more formidable person, more important, and has greater wealth.

Regretfully, Trevor hadn't found me to be sufficient. He had decided that I was no longer good enough the moment that hoe returned.

A sour sensation begins to rise in my chest. I resist it, not letting it get the upper hand.

Not in Ares's presence, anyway. I did not want him to notice the darkness that was buried within me.

I glance out the window. Deciding not to respond to him. Besides, there was no point in fighting him. I was not going to escape in any manner.

We were soon entering a luxurious estate through its gates. The car is parked in front of a large, four-story mansion. It was grand and magnificent.

We exit the vehicle. With a gentle grasp on my forearm, Ares ushers me into the house. We move so quickly that I don't have time to take in the interior. We walk into an office, where he puts me in a cozy chair and then disappears behind the desk to take a seat.

"Why am I here, Mr Davani? I sneer.

"Get over your fucking attitude, Blondie." He almost snarls.

"Did you not get my name or what? It's Adrianna, not Blondie."

Why am I stirring him up?

Something moves through his gaze. Before I can read it, it disappears. To be honest, I have no idea why in the world I was pressing his buttons. I was getting a kick out of it, that's the only reason I can think of.

"I'll give you any name I fucking want." His expression harsh, he responds, "Now keep quiet. I'm quick to anger and I'm running out of patience."

What the fuck is wrong with him? He was a real pain in the ass and really impolite. I detested disrespect and that was exactly what he was doing. Disrespecting me.

I get up. "You're a total jerk, and I don't have to sit here and let you basically bully and disrespect me. I'm leaving."

That was the real issue with guys like Ares. They believed that they were the center of the universe. that all people ought to bow down to them. Heroes them as though they were absolute gods. I was done with assholes like him, like I stated.

Just as I turn to walk away, his words halt me abruptly.

He whispers, "You're going feral. And if you think I can't see that, you're deceiving yourself," which shocks the living daylights out of me.

I turn to face him carefully and take a close look at him. He looks at me with what could be care. However, I can't be certain. Ares can't possibly feel such things.

He gives an order, saying, "I'm not going to say anything with you standing there. So sit the fuck down and I'll tell you everything."

It takes very little to persuade me.

I take a seat silently. I really want the answers that he seems to have. Even if it means putting aside my ego and putting up with him controlling me.

"So?" After a minute of stillness, I question him.

I was, as I mentioned, so desperate.

"I am aware of the symptoms. I can recognize them immediately since I've experienced them in the past," he says. "Now this is where the deal comes in. It will keep you from going feral and allow us to exact revenge on those two losers." He says, his voice laced with rage.

To be honest, I'm surprised. That he was a man of strength, feared by all, and he had been in my shoes before. I'll have to wait to inquire what the backstory is since I want to know. In my mind, what he was proposing was more important.

Even though I'm terrified to learn what his deal is, I still ask. "What is this deal all about?"

I would do anything right now. Just to prevent Magenta and I from becoming feral.

With this plan, perhaps, I can begin mending my relationship with Cara.

As he responds, his gaze pierces my soul;

"A mating under contract. Be my contract queen."

Wait, what did I just hear?