A trap

Aaric glanced at his watch and realised that it was getting late. He unlocked his phone and tried to call Sasha to check her mood. She would be totally pissed right now. He could not help but smile imagining her red angry face.

The call went through and Sasha picked it up on the third or fourth ring.

"When are you coming back?" Sasha asked in a grumpy voice. Aaric could not help chuckle softly when he heard her. 

"Very soon."

"It's already been so late yet you are saying you will be back very soon." Sasha spoke as if she was complaining to Aaric. Tucking his hand in one of his pockets Aaric and strode towards the window. Glancing out of the window there was a faint yet calm smile hanging on his lips when he talked and heard his woman complaining.