And I made it simple.
No overthinking.
No paragraphs.
Just enough to hook her.
Unknown Number: Come see me. You know who it is, ma belle.
She responded fast.
Too fast.
Bianca: Ares?
I smirked.
Hooked.
Unknown Number: Yeah.
Three dots popped up instantly.
Desperate.
Bianca: Where are you?
I sent the location to her office.
Let her feel in control.
Let her think she was setting the stage.
Unknown Number: Your office.
Bianca: I’ll be there.
I knew she would fall for it. Women like her always came running when they thought they were being chosen again.
I texted Ares on my phone.
Me: Can you send a car for me to go to the spa? I promise to go and come back.
Ares: Sure…
I got dressed.
Black, tight dress. Red Prada sneakers. Clean lines. No distractions.
Red veil draped over my face, soft but bold.
My hair had grown out just enough to fall into a short natural blonde bob, framing my face.
I looked rich.
Fresh.
Untouchable.
