The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

Chapter Forty-Five
ARES
I lean back in my chair and grin to myself as I think about Raven’s sleepy smile as I left her in bed this
morning. She looked so beautiful and satiated. I’ll never get enough of that smile. I’m pretty sure it’s
seared in my mind for the rest of our lives. I’m making it my personal mission to replicate it every
single day from now on, starting right now.
I grab my phone with a wicked smirk on my face, my heart thumping a little faster, a little louder.
No one but her has ever had that effect on me. I’ve never felt so giddy over something so small.
Ares: I miss you already, Cupcake.
I hesitate for a moment before I send her the photo I secretly took of her this morning. Her eyes
are closed and her hair is spread all over our pillows, her shoulders visible above the sheets. There’s
a hint of a smile on her face, and something about it seems so perfectly intimate.
Ares: Last night was amazing, but is it crazy that I genuinely believe nothing will ever top
waking up with you in my arms?
“Ares?”
I look up at my secretary, mildly annoyed I got caught grinning at my phone like some sappy
teenager. For fuck’s sake. “What is it?” I snap.
Dom shoots me a tense smile. “Hannah is here to see you.”
Hannah? What the hell is she doing here? I haven’t spoken to her since she came to our house, and
a hint of guilt settles deep in my stomach. Sleeping with Raven marked the end for Hannah and me.
Forever. But then again, we were over long before Raven walked down that aisle. Part of me knew
that, but does she?
“Tell her to leave.”
Dom hesitates. “She’s says she’s here to discuss the merger.”
I lean back in my seat and sigh as I stare up at the ceiling. “That’s bullshit. Her mother has been
handling the merger, and there’s no way she’d relinquish control to either of her daughters. Not until
she formally signs away her shares. Get one of the board members to deal with Hannah. It doesn’t
necessarily need to be me she speaks to. You can join their meeting and report back to me. From now
on, please minimize my interactions with her if they aren’t strictly necessary.”
Dom nods and turns around, but the door opens before he even reaches it. Hannah walks in, her