Aria

His eyes were black just like I had thought, only they weren't full of desire or wonder anymore. Ares eyes weren't full of anything, they looked cold and impassive. He looked like he was being shown a book or a vase not the woman he was meant to marry. I turned my gaze from his and looked back at the table, I couldn't imagine only two days before I was straddling him and running him up thousands of pounds. I knew when he heard my name something changed in his expression. I had thought it was confusion but I see now it was recognition. If I had known who he was, if I had known that walking into that stupid club would mean I would be sat here opposite Ares Hernandez, heir to the Spanish mob wearing a million pound engagement ring I would have stayed home. But it was too late now. The deal was struck and the contract signed. I was stuck with him until I took my last breath. Or until he took his and if I had anything to do with it I'd make sure that would happen before the year was over.