“MY God, Achilles! Why did you let that woman escape?” Laila’s voice roared inside Achilles’s room. “She fucking slapped me and even pulled my hair.”

Achilles was holding a glass of champagne in his right hand while the other one is massaging his temple. It’s been hours passed and Laila keeps on blabbering things about Hera.

“You should have let me knock the hell out of her or you should’ve punched her, right?” she said and went closer to Achilles. “Why did you let it pass, babe?”

“Seriously? Are we gonna argue with this, Laila?”

Laila pouted her lips as she sat beside Achilles. “Why are you not calling me...