"A-Adeline? W-What are you talking about? I am her brother, Reynolds." She stuttered with agitation and fumbled with the end of her shirt. She took a step back for, every step I took forward.
"Really? I don't think so," I replied coolly, my steps never faltered.
She realized that her little secret was exposed to me. She made a maddening dash to the door and jiggled with the knob. The door was old and the lock was present at the top and the middle. The top of the door was too high for her to reach.
I locked the door before approaching her at my balcony. I stopped on my spot and folded my arms in front of my chest and gave her an amused glance. She looked like a caged little mouse who was trying to break free. She looked adorable. When she realized that the door was locked and its lock was located at the top, she swiftly turned in my direction with wide eyes.
"Oh, what happened? Couldn't open the door? How about let us check your gender? Huh?" I asked her mockingly with a baby voice and glared at her for betraying me.
I really believed her and took her to my secret place, which I had never taken my previous secretary to. I was so easy with her and protected her when Caitlyn's mob attacked us.
Usually, I don't care about the well-being of others, but I cared for her, but what did I get in return? I got betrayal in return from her side. I was glad that she was a woman because I was extremely confused whenever my body and heart reacted to her proximity when she was disguised as a guy.
I was not going to do anything to her against her will, but I said these words just to make her spill her secrets. I looked her up and down with a lazy gaze.
Her hair was disheveled with our little make-out session but somehow her wig still managed to be intact with her head. How much glue did she use to stick that damn thing on her head? I wondered.
Her clothes were ruffled and wrinkled. The top two buttons of her shirt were undone, showing her mouth-watering cleavage and the top of her black lace bra. I could see red blotches on her neck, probably the hickeys that I had given her. She looked, wild and sexy; I was still hard as a rock.
I gulped at the tempting sight in front of me. As soon as she realized what I was planning to do to her, I heard her heartbeat skyrocket further. She looked down at my basketball shorts and her eyes widened at my monstrous bulge in the front of my shorts. She looked anxious and looked up at my face. I smirked at her, evilly. She looked here and there in search of an escape but there was none.
I took long strides to her and she squeaked like a little mouse and grabbed the vase that was closer to my bedroom door and raised it in front of her, threateningly. She looked scared of me and my heart skipped a beat at her vulnerable form. All I wanted to do was to hug her and tell her that I was not going to harm her but I wanted to get something out of her.
"Adeline, I am not going to harm you. I was just kidding earlier." I raised my hands and slumped my shoulder a little to ease her. Then I slowly approached her as if I was about to rescue an abducted child. Her iris darted left to right, searching for truth in my words.
When I opened my mouth to speak, she swung the vase at my face and it shattered into several pieces and fell on the floor with a loud crash. I clenched my jaw and I could feel the anger was washing over me in full force.
I could feel my eyes change and my gums stung. My fangs elongated from my mouth. I fisted my hands and dug my nails into my palm. I looked down at my feet and clenched my eyes shut to control myself. I couldn't hurt her.
"It is not a dream…" I heard her whisper as if she was in a daze. I looked at her from beneath my lashes, and she gasped at the color of my eyes.
I didn't feel an ounce of pain because I was an immortal and no one could hurt me. I heaved a sigh and calmed my inner devil. She now looked terrified of me. She looked up at me as if I was a monster.
I was a god, yet, I was the devil himself.
"Adeline…" I began but I was instantly cut off by her loud scream.
"Y-Your e-eyes… I was not dreaming in the plane!" she fisted her hair and pulled her roots as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing in front of her. Tears of frustration leaked from the corners of her eyes, making my heart clench, painfully.
Her wig came undone and fell on the floor. I could see her long black hair in a bun on top of her head. I frowned with concern at her action. At this rate, she was going to hurt herself.
"You are not hurt! It is not possible, who are you?" she shrieked and moved away from me to my bed and sat down and pulled her legs closer to her chest, and rocked herself back and forth. I went closer to her and sat beside her.
"Listen, I-," She tried to move away from me without hearing me out, which drove me mad.
"Enough!" I seethed and pulled her by her ankle and dragged her to me as if she had weighed nothing. I was trying so hard to be gentle with her but she was behaving like a five-year-old.
Her back hit the bed and she sprawled on it with her arms spread on each side with gaped mouth and wide eyes. The action made her hair loosen from its bun and it spread across my sheets like a black cascade.
It looked like a halo on top of her head. I climbed on top of her and pinned her arms above her head with my rough hands. She was so squishy and I loved the feel of her on me.
I brought my face closer to her with a scowl and restrained myself from yelling at her. We both were breathing hard.
"Listen to me," I whispered softly. Her face flushed red and her cute little button nose was red from crying. She sniffled and I wiped her tear-stained cheeks, softly with the pad of my thumb with my free hand. Her skin was soft like a baby's skin.
"Who the hell are you?!" she shrieked and tried to pull away from me.
I heaved a sigh and looked into her eyes and petted her hair to calm her down. I felt awkward for doing this because I didn't know how to calm a female in distress. Heck, I never petted Cerberus for hell's sake. But I was glad that my action calmed her down and her shoulders relaxed.
"My real name is Hades," I whispered. Her eyes darted to me and she gave me an uncertain look.
"I am the god of the underworld," I told her and she looked at me with disbelieve.
"Yes, I am the one who exists in Greek mythology but I can assure you that I haven't found my Persephone yet," I told her playfully and she scrutinized her gaze upon me without saying a word.
"So… you like me, huh?" I smirked down at her, mentioning her previous confession when she was disguised as a guy.
"I-I don't!" she yelled at me with a flushed face and I gave out a hearty laugh at her embarrassment. The air around us changed light and playful.
"Don't be embarrassed, I would mind if you propose me, now," I told her with a lopsided smile and brought my face closer to her ear. She stopped breathing and waited with anticipation of my next step.
"I wouldn't mind being your husband," I whispered breathily and brushed my lips against the shell of her ears. I could feel her shiver against my body.
She moved her face to me and looked into my eyes; our faces were only an inch away from each other. She looked at me with a different emotion on her face. Did the word husband affect her as much as the thought of her being my wife affected me? I wondered.
She pushed me suddenly and stood up at the foot of my bed. I landed face-first on my bed but I rolled myself and looked at her, lazily by supporting my weight on my elbows. Suddenly the knob of my bedroom door jiggled.