Ares allowed the kiss to go on for a while, because he was frankly enjoying himself.
When it got to the point he felt he had fed her delusion enough, he gently shoved her away.
"So what do you say?" Angel batted her eyelashes.
He made a mocking sound at the back of his throat, before he answered.
"I think this is the second time you'd be kissing me unprovoked. For someone that claims to have a fiance, can't you see how problematic that is? Some people might even consider it cheating," he explained slowly like he was talking to a toddler..
Her eyes bulged, and she jumped off his lap.
"Okay, you don't have to take it that far. I'd never cheat on my fiance. At least not intentionally. I love him, and he loves me. I was just trying to bargain for my freedom," she rambled on defensively.
He waited for her to be done, and held back the smirk that threatened to stretch his face.
"If you say so, princess. You've overstayed your welcome in my office. It's time to leave," he said in a serious tone.
Her nostrils flared as she stared daggers at him.
"You're not even going to consider my request? You just want me gone? How heartless of you!"
"I'm glad we've registered that fact, now leave."
His gaze left hers, and she could tell from his expression that he had gotten bored of her presence.
To say she was furious wouldn't cut the burning anger she felt.
"And where am I supposed to go now?" She questioned, grating her teeth.
"Just walk out, and you'll find out," he said without looking up.
"Fine, I'll leave. But just so you know, I'm not going to stop until I'm able to leave wherever this is."
She picked up her shoes, and with one hand, lifted the hem of her dress.
From the corner of his eyes, he watched her match to the door.
But she paused when her hand grabbed its handle.
"Oh, and for the record, I think this office looks horrible."
She walked out, and slammed the door shut behind her.
He couldn't stop the corner of his lips from twitching in amusement.
Calling her a spoiled brat was doing a great disservice to spoiled brats all over the world.
She was way worse. An entitled brat who thought the world needed to bend to her wills.
He planned on having fun showing her she was just a speck in the universe, and that in the grand scheme of things, none of them mattered.
Angel confused, and raging, walked through the barely lit hall, wondering when whoever was supposed to take her away would arrive.
The more she walked, the more the hall stretched. It was almost as if the path was never ending.
It was a big house. A mansion like the castle she grew up in.
Apparently, they had an aversion to light. Some places were either dark, or partially bright.
It was hell, okay? Hell on earth, and her being there felt like a nightmare.
She walked past a golden coloured door, and came to an abrupt stop.
The rest of the doors had been simply black, or brown. There were no colours.
This one was different. Thrilling, and inviting.
She stretched out her hand to its handle, when someone suddenly whisked her up, and threw her over their shoulders.
"What the heck?! Let me go!" She screamed, as her shoes fell off her hand.
"Screaming doesn't suit you, my lady. Besides, it's really late," she heard a familiar voice say.
"Model boy?" She paused thrashing around long enough to call.
"I'd prefer, model man. Much more macho," he grinned.
"Whatever. Where are you taking me? Please, not that awful room again," she cried out desperately.
"Sorry, princess. It's the boss's orders."
"Ugh, stop calling me princess. It's An—"
"Angel, I know. I just like calling you princess. You look like one."
She went into a full on rant about how she loved her name, and didn't want to be called anything else. Then switched to the origin of her name.
By the time they arrived at the room, Ivar swore he was fluent in Greek mythology.
It was a good thing though, he thought. After all, the boss was as much Greek as he was Russian.
He dropped her to the ground, and gave her a big smile when she regained her stance.
"Thank you," she said, much to his surprise.
"Goodnight, princess." He turned around, and walked out before she could get any more word in.
"I can't believe he just left. Now I'm shoeless, with a broken toe, and an uncomfortable dress."
She dragged her body around, and jolted in shock when she saw the woman still seated in the position she left her many hours ago, staring into space.
"Humming Lady?" She called, walking closer to her. "Have you just been sitting quietly all along?"
"Don't," she suddenly said when Angel got closer to her.
"They brought some change of clothes for you. It's in your room. Goodnight."
She rose to her feet, walked past Angel, and went to her bed."
Angel was still trying to process what had just happened when the light went off.
She gasped, turning around in shock.
"Follow the blue light. It leads to your room," she heard humming lady say.
She swallowed a clever retort, and searched for the light instead. When she found its rays, she followed it gently, until she arrived in her room.
Her eyes went to the light switch, and she walked to it.
She flipped it over, and bright light illuminated the room.
"Much better," she muttered, looking around.
Her eyes widened when she saw the opened closet filled with clothes.
Smiling, she walked over to it, and grabbed the first thing her hands touched.
It happened to be nightwear.
"Not bad," she muttered.
A couple of minutes later, she was out of the bathroom, and fully dressed for the night.
She was walking to her bed, when she started to hear muffled mutterings.
She paused, and listened carefully. It was coming from the humming lady.
Just at the moment she made her mind to go check out what was happening, the mutterings stopped.
But it wasn't before she caught some strange words.
"She's here. Leah's daughter is here."