CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Ares. Ares, Ares. Was that all he could talk about? How could he be anymore naïve? Ares only loved himself and nothing else matter to me him more that that. How could someone as good and handsome as Sebastian still want a man like Ares? Was it just for his looks? Or was it because he was rich? No, none of those made any sense. Tabloids and people claimed I was so damn good-looking and I had the money and the fame. So, what was it that Ares had that I didn’t?
“Is your friend going to be long? At this rate, we will be late,” Caleb complained from where he sat behind the driving wheel.
I glanced at the entrance of the hotel room Sebastian had disappeared into,” Just five more minutes, okay?”
“That was what you said the last two times. Look, I get that you two are close
