Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jenson's gaze fell on Whitney's hands. "Remove your hands," he commanded coldly.

Whitney gripped tighter and squeezed a bright smile a t him. "I have something to tell you, Lil' Jens."

"Go on then." Jenson looked impatient.

A coy smile exuded from Whitney's eyes. She suddenly stood on her toes and pressed her delicate lips on Jenson's.

As though struck by lightning, Jenson glared at her with his frosty and furious eyes.

Like a kid caught doing bad things, Whitney started blushing with shame. "I like you, Jenson."

Jenson wiped his lips that she had touched in disgust and snapped. "Are you mad?"

"Yes, I am mad. I like you. I'm madly in love with you." Whitney grinned.

"What did you consume to get so precocious?" Jenson said furiously.

"I've thought about it, Jens. I know we're both very young, and I did want to wait until you grew up a little more before confessing to you, but as you slowly grow taller, more and more girls in the academy are starting

on you. I don't feel

kiss. Now that I've kissed you, you belong to me. When you grow

don't care. I gave you my first kiss, so you

speechlessly at her. "I'm not even 13 years old

up. Boys in our

kissed me, and that's child

Whitney's smile froze.

"Jens..."

even sued you for child molestation, and yet, here

Jenson sneered before leaving.

creating a

pebbles that flew over and crashed into another

bad*ss woman like Whitney was

lightbulb lit up in Jenson's head and a wicked cold light flashed across his handsome,

around and said with a cold countenance, "Do you know why

good taste and don't know how to