Bold of you to look at my woman, young man\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet\u00a0<\/p>\n
What will you do, Violet?\u00a0<\/p>\n
What will you do when you realize the man who had you pinned against the bathroom wall, the man who made you moan shamelessly, is none other than your ex\u2013boyfriend\u2019s father?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Will you laugh it off, pretend to be indifferent, after all, it was just sex. Just a body pressed into another, nothing more. And it\u2019s not like Matthew mattered anymore. He wasn\u2019t even his blood father. And Matthew was a sorry excuse of a boyfriend, someone I should\u2019ve walked away from much earlier.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Or\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
Will you get angry? Because no matter how I tried to spin it, the truth was I had no idea who Hades Sinclair really was. But he knew I was his son\u2019s girlfriend. And still, he fucked me senseless every chance he got.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He even had the audacity to look me straight in the eye and tell me I wasn\u2019t going anywhere.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So what then? Did he expect me to stay? To just accept it, like this wasn\u2019t the most twisted thing that had ever happened to me?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t move. I just stood there, the pieces of everything finally clicking together in my head, the puzzle I\u2019d been too blind, or maybe too distracted, to solve.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew him. I\u2019d seen his face before. I\u2019d heard his name. It had always lingered at the back of my mind. When he first told me his name, there was a tug of recognition, but it never clicked. When I saw his face that night, I knew he was familiar. But again, I ignored it. I didn\u2019t want to think too hard. This man had me on my knees, making me forget everything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And as I stood there, flushed against the devil himself, I thought about all the different ways I could react.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Should I run, even though I knew he\u2019d catch me?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Should I cry, mourning my own bad luck like some tragic heroine?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Or should I accept the truth that there was no longer a way out?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Matthew\u2019s eyes landed on Hades, before they flicked to me. \u201cWho is she?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I flinched. My throat closed up, my heart dropping straight to my stomach. He didn\u2019t know but God, if he ever found out it was me behind the mask, the one pressed against his father, the one who had been letting him touch. me in ways Matthew never could, I didn\u2019t even want to imagine his reaction.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before I could open my mouth, Hades\u2018 hand tightened on my waist, his presence looming over me like a possessive bodyguard. He tilted his head lazily, lips curving into a smirk.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBold of you to look at my woman, young man.\u201d Hades drawled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My woman.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I almost choked. His woman? Did he really have to say that here, in front of Matthew of all people?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I galnced at Matthew and froze. He stiffened like someone had dumped ice water down his back, before looking down.\u201cI\u2013I apologize, sir.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My lips parted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
fold of you to look at my women young man\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
Matthew. Apologizing. To anyone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It didn\u2019t make sense. This was the same Matthew who carried himself as if the world should bow at his feet. The same Matthew who could dismantle businessmen twice his age with nothing more than a look and a few cold words. Yet here he was, looking like a frightened puppy. And the reason was Hades.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t even know what to think. My chest ached with a strange mix of disbelief and unease. Before Matthew could say anything else, a soft voice chimed in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHello.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My eyes snapped toward the sound, landing on Nora.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her delicate figure stepped forward, wide eyes gleaming with innocence. That perfect smile of hers made people want to protect her. I watched the way she looked at Hades and Roman, her charm sweet enough to melt anyone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And the worst part was that it always worked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Men always fell for it. Nora never had to raise her voice or demand a thing, her fragility did all the work. She was beautiful, small, delicate, the kind of woman men wanted to fight wars for.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I, on the other hand, was the independent one. The one who carried myself like I didn\u2019t need saving. Standing next to Nora, it only highlighted the differences. Matthew was always so protective of her, and now I finally understood why. She knew how to make men feel needed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nora\u2019s lips curved a little more as she said, \u201cI\u2019m Nora. Matthew\u2019s girlfriend,\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I blinked. My brain stuttered over the words.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Matthew\u2019s\u2026 what?\u00a0<\/p>\n
My wide eyes darted to Matthew, but his face was unreadable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t even bring myself to be angry at him. What right did I have? Dating someone I hated was still better than sleeping with his father. If anything, I should have been the last person in the world to judge Matthew.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Honestly, I didn\u2019t care, it wasn\u2019t jealousy, I was just surprised. Matthew wasn\u2019t the type to jump into relationships like that. And with Nora? That was the part that made no sense.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His grandfather would never approve. I\u2019d only met the old man once, but it was enough. He was strict, cold, and terrifying. The only reason he ever tolerated me with Matthew was because of my father. They\u2019d known each other before my dad died, and out of respect, he didn\u2019t mind me. But Nora was an orphan with no name, and ties.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I always thought if he ever kept her around, it would be as a mistress. Someone tucked away in the dark while he paraded a wealthy wife in public.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shook my head. It wasn\u2019t my business anymore. I had far bigger problems to worry about than Matthew\u2019s love life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still, I expected Hades and Roman to at least look at Nora with the kind of interest men usually had for her. But instead, Hades leaned closer behind me, and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never understood fools who throw away a diamond and pick up gravel.\u201d He said, his voice laced with\u00a0<\/p>\n
amusement. 2\u00a0<\/p>\n
My head snapped toward him, but before I could even process his words, Roman\u2019s voice joined in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI couldn\u2019t agree more.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bold of you to look at my worrian young man\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room seemed to pause for a moment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roman blinked, almost startled by his own words, as if he hadn\u2019t meant to say them out loud. He lifted an eyebrow, his expression shifting into something unreadable, like even he wasn\u2019t sure if they were both talking about the same thing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Matthew\u2019s face paled, his jaw stiffening. Even Nora\u2019s smile faltered, confusion flickering in her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Were these two men sane? They were unlike any men I had ever encountered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
P\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
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