"What other reason could there be?"
A squeezing sensation seized my chest. I had no idea why I asked that or hoped for another reason. It's not like he had any interest in me from the get-go. This contract started everything.
"Right..." I mumbled. "I'm not meant to make your parents like me. I thought that'd be my priority."
The music turned slow, and the lights dimmed.
"A dance, Mr. King?" I asked. "We have all eyes on us."
Ares swept the place, getting my message. I took his hand and led him to the epicenter, where a few couples engaged in a slow dance.
I positioned his hands on my waist and then placed mine on his broad shoulders, rocking us to the rhythm.
"If I'm not meant to please your parents, then why am I your wife? You did state family reasons and the need to avoid the responsibility of a marriage and everything else that comes with it."
He swirled me so that my back was to his solid chest as he murmured to my ear. "You memorised my words."
