ARES’S POV

The phone had stopped ringing and I could hear her soft and delicate breathing on the other end. I don’t know what possessed me to call her, but before I could properly think her number was already dialing.

“What can I do for you tonight, Mr. Bateman?” Her soft and seductive voice came through the speaker.

I was hooked like a man with a substance abuse problem, and she was the substance. She called to me, and I would always be ...