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Chapter 87\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 87\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hades\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u6854\u82b1 90\u00a0<\/p>\n
E 50 Luthers\u00a0<\/p>\n
I leaned back against the car seat, one leg crossed over the other as I flipped the next page of the file in my hand. The rain drummed on the roof, drowning the city in noise.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The suit I wore fit perfectly, tailored as if it had been made for me. My gray watch caught the dim light inside the car every time I tapped my finger lazily against the door. On the surface, I must have looked calm, and indifferent. But the words on the file blurred together until they meant nothing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cStay away from me, Hades.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her words echoed in my head. It had only been a day, yet I couldn\u2019t push her out of my mind. She had imprinted herself on\u00a0<\/p>\n
Today I sat through a meeting with some of my directors, men who would do anything for my full attention, but my mind kept wandering to her voice, her body, her lips, the way she looked at me when she smiled, the flush that spread across her face when she was angry, and those wide, doe eyes that stared at me with lust.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t stop thinking about when I would see her again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My finger stilled against the car door. I ran a hand through my hair, already distracted again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
From the front seat, Alec\u2019s eyes found me through the rearview mirror. He thought he was subtle, but I had felt his gaze for a while now, studying me like I was some kind of rare beast.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was amused. I wasn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen are you going to stop staring?\u201d I asked flatly, not bothering to lift my gaze from the file.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen are you going to stop behaving like a puppy begging for its owner\u2019s attention?\u201d Alec said, unbothered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked up, one brow lifting. Anyone else would have swallowed their tongue for speaking to me that way, but he smirked, pushing further. \u201cWho would\u2019ve thought the great Hades Sinclair, the wild beast everyone fears, would be brought to his knees by a young woman who doesn\u2019t even want him?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His words echoed in my ears. My lips curled into a smile, but there was no warmth in it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That action only fueled him. \u201cI mean, I don\u2019t blame her, you\u2019re her ex-father, for one. That alone should have her running. And aside from that, you\u2019re unpredictable, and dangerous. The kind of man most people would cross the street to avoid. Only a man out of his mind would meet a woman once and then ask her to marry him, and bear his children. Tsk.\u201d He clicked his tongue. \u201cIf she were my younger sister, I\u2019d have praised her f\u00f8r running away.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I dropped the folders on the seat beside me, already losing interest in, them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHaving fun?\u201d I drawled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alec\u2019s eyes lifted in the rearview mirror. He nodded, lips twitching with amusement. \u201cIndeed. It\u2019s nice to see you lose your mind over someone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I settled back against the seat, resting one arm on the door. Instead of frowning at him, or threatening him, I let a slow smile spread across my face. He wasn\u2019t wrong. I liked losing my mind for her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ever since she left my house yesterday, I wanted to pull her back and lock the door, to keep her where she belonged-beside me, beneath me, on top of me, by any means necessary.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I couldn\u2019t, because she\u2019d hate me for it. And while I enjoyed riling her up just to watch her get mad, the thought of her\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 87\u00a0<\/p>\n
truly hating me was unbearable. So I waited, burying myself in work.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Deals, favors, the endless parade of people begging for my attention didn\u2019t matter anymore. The things that once entertained me now only bored me. The world had lost its color without her in it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was the only thing worth chasing in this world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tilted my head slightly, eyes still on Alec through the mirror. \u201cTell me something. What would you call this?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He paused, caught off guard by the question. \u201cCall what?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe emotion I have toward her,\u201d I said, curious. \u201cWould you call it love?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even saying the word felt foreign. Love. It didn\u2019t belong in my mouth. I wasn\u2019t the type of man who fell in love, I had never even liked anyone before. To me, love was something humans tossed around carelessly, a word that never lasted. Maybe it didn\u2019t make sense to me because no one had ever shown me what it truly meant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He studied me, seeing how serious I was, before shrugging. \u201cI have no idea. I\u2019ve never fallen in love before.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Typical.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was about to reach for the files again, when he went on.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI wouldn\u2019t call it love. If I could define it better, I\u2019d say it\u2019s more like an obsession.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I arched a brow but stayed quiet, letting him explain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s like when someone finds something too good for him. Something he has no right to, but he wants to claim it, keep it, ruin it for everyone else so no one else can touch it. That\u2019s what obsession is. And that\u2019s what you feel for Violet.\u201d Alec said. \u201cIt can go two ways. Obsession can fade, or it can grow until it becomes something else. Maybe even love.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I listened, each word sinking in until a smirk tugged at my lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This was why I kept Alec by my side. He knew me better than anyone. He could put into words the things I already understood deep down.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Obsession?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yes. I already knew I was obsessed with her. As for anything beyond that? I supposed I would wait and see where my obsession led me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just then, my phone rang.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sharp sound pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen, narrowing my eyes at the name flashing there.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alec noticed. \u201cWho is that?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLevi,\u201d I said flatly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDidn\u2019t you tell him to monitor Violet for you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I nodded, my gaze still locked on the glowing screen. My fingers didn\u2019t move to answer right away. I only stared, my expression darkening as a thousand possibilities ran through my head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf he\u2019s calling you, that means something must have happened.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t answer. Slowly, I swiped across the screen, bringing the phone to my ear. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
On the other end, Levi\u2019s tone was tense, and rushed. \u201cMr. Hades, something happened-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 87\u00a0<\/p>\n
My expression hardened instantly. Before Levi could explain. Alec murmured. \u201cHuh. There\u2019s someone at the gate.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I almost ignored him, wanting to focus on Levi, until a familiar scent hit me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My head snapped toward the gates in the distance. I didn\u2019t need to strain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I already knew who was there.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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