"And where the fuck have you been?" Ares appeared in the doorway to the living room, his shoulders close to filling the frame. The glower on his face indicated where he thought she'd been, and the glass hanging loosely from his fingers indicated what he'd been drinking.
He'd had such fire in the pit of his stomach ever since learning of this deal. Oh Apollo had such potential to exploit her, and he would, he would, because Ares would do that exact same thing if he were him. Aphrodite was unsurpassable.