Adeline's pov~
I had no idea what was going on in my life anymore. I couldn't believe that I was standing in front of the Greek god and that too, one of my favorite characters from Greek mythology.
The moment I saw Arsenio with his wings was the moment I started to believe in mythology. But even then I didn't believe in the concept of god. I was not the most spiritual person on this planet.
The moment my parents died, I lost my faith in a higher power and that was the moment I turned into an atheist. I became so angry with higher powers when I felt lonely and abandoned and my grandmother's death was a cherry on the top.
Though I understood that she died of old age, I felt like everyone abandoned me. My whole view on spirituality and the concept of god had changed today. I was awe-stricken when he opened the door with the snap of his fingers.
All these times I thought that Jedrick was a mafia boss but in reality, he was only punishing the bad people. In fact, he was doing his duty. Arsenio told me that he could also perform magic, but he couldn't use his power in my realm.
When Jedrick kissed me on the balcony, I felt so lost. I was so lost in his kiss that I forgot what was going around me. But I felt horrible for letting him kiss me. I felt like I was cheating on Arsenio, though he was not my boyfriend yet.
I melted like ice cream when Jedrick kissed me. His kiss was made me feel emotions that I have never felt in my entire life, not even when I fell in love for the first time. Not even when I kissed Arsenio for the first time.
When he called me Adeline instead of Mr. Sandros, I almost had heart failure. I was extremely scared. I knew what he was capable of doing. I saw it with my own eyes. I thought he was going to kill me on the spot, worst, I thought he was going to traffic me like those goons who had attacked us.
He looked at me with longing and hungry eyes but I could tell that he was disappointed and angry with me for betraying his trust. I was terrified yet I had this feeling that he was not going to hurt me, but I knew better to trust a person like him.
When he told me that he was the god of the underworld, I was frozen to my spot. I was born a protestant. My mom used to tell me stories from the bible during my bedtime. I couldn't believe that Lucifer was out of hell.
Considering the things that were going around me, was Cerberus the three-headed hellhound of Hades? I wondered. Sure, he looked different from the other breeds of dog, in fact, he looked so scary, but he was so sweet to me. Maybe I should ask Jedrick. I looked at him who was having a heated conversation with the other four members in this room. Were they from hell too?
"We can talk tomorrow, now leave," Jedrick ordered them.
The blond guy rolled his eyes at his order; I believe his name was Victor. Jedrick was still in his basketball shorts and his toned upper body was on display. After they all left the place, there was an awkward silence in the room.
I could feel his burning eyes on the side of my face. I looked at him through my peripheral vision and noticed that he was staring at me openly.
The atmosphere was filled with tension. I too decided to leave the room, since my identity was exposed. There was no need to stay with him now. I stood up from his couch and took few steps to the door to make my exit.
"Where do you think you are going?" his masculine voice stopped me in my tracks. I stiffened at his question and closed my eyes with frustration. I could feel him standing behind me, way too close for me to lose my senses.
"I-I am leaving?" I stuttered. My answer came out like a question. He hummed at my response and slowly made his way in front of me. My heart was pounding like crazy and suddenly flashes of him kissing me hungrily came to my mind.
"You look tensed. Are you affected by me?" he tilted his head to his side and observed me; there was a slight twitch at the corners of his lips. I scrutinized my gaze on him and gave him the evil eyes. I couldn't believe that gods could be as corky as him.
"I am not!" I scowled at him, forgetting the fact that he was Hades.
"Oh, really?" he asked me, challengingly. There was no trace of him getting offended by my behavior. Instead, he looked amused by my spitefulness. Oh-uh, did I make myself a scapegoat? Looking at the expression on his face, I probably did.
Without warning, he started to move forward. He was already standing way too close to me and his shirtless torso was already making me shiver.
I could feel the heat of his body. For every step he took closer to me, I took a step backward. The cold air from the balcony and his proximity damaged my brain cells and affected my thinking ability.
"W-What are doing?" I asked him with wide eyes as my back hit the wall.
When I tried to escape him, he caged me with his both arms at my sides and I looked at his toned chest with wide eyes. I could feel him smirking at my discomfort. I didn't dare to look at his face. I felt shy all of a sudden.
He brought his face closer to my ears and his breath tickled my neck, deliciously.
"Still not affected by me?" he asked me huskily.
His lips lightly brushed against my cold skin, causing goosebumps to break out on my skin. I was heaving as if I had run a marathon. When I didn't respond to him, he brought his right hand closer to my face and rubbed my cheek with the pad of his thumb.
"So soft," I heard him mutter under his breath.
His face was still closer to my nape. I was paralyzed to my spot. He slowly but softly kissed the same cheek with tenderness.
I almost turned into a puddle of goo in front of him, but he supported my weight by wrapping his veiny arms around my waist and pulled him flush against his hard front. He laughed heartily at my red face, tilting his head backward, showing me his sexy neck.
I gulped at the sight of his carefree face. I never saw him this carefree. He was a walking statue or a fire engine most of the time, and his laugh was doing some unknown things to my heart. I snapped out of my trance and pushed him away from me with a scowl. He let me go from his arms.
I crossed my arms in front of me with defiance, but inside, my heart was thumping loudly. He was still laughing at me.
"I like someone else." I blurted out, which made him stop his laughter instantly.
I really don't know why I said that. I was still confused, whether I genuinely love Arsenio or not. I was really attracted to him. I would live a happy and prosperous life if I marry him. I like him as a person but do I love him? I really don't know the answer to that question.
Jedrick raised his eyebrows at me in question but I stood my ground. When he realized that I was not lying, his carefree mood was wiped off his face. He looked at me with a clenched jaw. His eyes were intense and ruthless.
"Since you know my identity now; I can't stay with you in the same room. I am going to stay at the servant's quarters." I informed him as I made few steps to the door.
"Who is he?" he asked me with a deadly tone. He looked like he was about to kill someone.
"That's none of your business." I snapped as I went near to my freedom.
I heard him snap his fingers and the next thing I know the door to his bedroom started closing before I could reach it. It locked on its own and the bloody lock was located at the top, far away for me to reach.
"Very well! But you are not leaving my side until I get to know about the culprit who influenced you to act as Mr. Sandros." He stated. His statement made me turn around his raging form with shock.
"What do you mean?!" I yelled at him with a frown.
"Which means you are staying with me wherever I go. That also includes us sharing a bed." He told me with a slight twitch to his lips.