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“And you believe him?”
I’m not sure why that hurts so much, especially when a dreamy expression passes across her beautiful face.
“Not really.”
I sit up a little straighter as she laughs softly. “In that moment, he probably did, but not in the way you’re thinking. To say you love someone doesn’t necessarily mean romantically.”
“Good point.” I sip my own wine to prevent my mouth from dropping as she speaks because I could listen to her soft voice all day long and never tire of it.
“I know about Phoebe.” She says, staring at me with a regretful sigh and I hate the thought it’s because Apollo is in love with someone else.
“I want to help them.”
I say nothing because I am still processing my reaction to her.
“Serena has hatched a plan that may help.”
“What plan?” My mind is jerked back to the subject because what the hell has Serena cooked up now?
“She is going to secure two invitations to the island they believe Phoebe is living on. One of them will be for me.”
I swear the blood rushes in my head as I contemplate this beautiful woman getting caught up in one of Serena’s wild schemes.
It angers me knowing she will place herself willingly in danger and I don’t know where the hell my anger is coming from.
Then she shakes her head and glances down, her fingers tying together as she wrestles with her thoughts and says with a light giggle that I swear pierces my heart.
“I shouldn’t have said anything. Anyway, thank you for the transport home. It’s very kind of you.”
She leans back and stares out to sea once again and I attempt to stop my heart from pounding. I am on information overload, and as I sip the heady wine, I struggle to get my cool under control.
This isn’t me. I don’t allow my thoughts to dictate my heart, but they are now. Melissa is heading for a very big fall if she gets involved with any of this shit, and I don’t know what to do about that.
CHAPTER 31
MELISSA
Adonis is aptly named. This man appears to have been sculpted by the gods on a very good day. He resembles Apollo, but there is a raw beauty to the man that tells me he deserves his name. He would make any woman’s head turn as well as a god, and I can’t stop looking at him. He is beautiful.
His jet-black hair is cut slightly longer on top and his dark eyes glitter with power, as if one look alone could capture a woman’s heart. His bone structure is a work of art and as for those lashes, they should be illegal on a man. However, it’s his body that I can’t stop looking at. Like Apollo, his muscles have a continent of their own and the dark scripted ink tells a story I probably don’t need to know the meaning of.
He is one hundred percent alpha male and worlds apart from the suited respectability of my usual companions. Then again, I wouldn’t describe any of them as respectable, not in private, anyway.
I’m guessing that’s the same for this man, although Apollo was most respectful when we were alone. I’m guessing it would take an amazing woman to capture this man’s attention and he takes my breath away.
I have said too much already, so I keep my mouth firmly shut. He doesn’t need to know my plans, but I had an overwhelming urge to tell him. I expect so he can reassure his brother that I want to help. A thank you of sorts for being so amazing.
We take the rest of the journey in silence and when we dock, there is a car waiting to whisk me back to my normal safe and boring life.
Part of me believes he will drop me to the airport with a one-way ticket out of here and there’s a lead weight inside me that tells me I hate that thought. Is it because I’m leaving the island paradise I’m disappointed not to spend more time on? Away from the people who have been so kind to me when they didn’t need to be.
The Mafia. I am surrounded by them, but I’m not afraid. If anything, I feel protected and reassured by them. It’s a bubble I wasn’t expecting to be at home in and I picture my friend Katy’s expression if she could see me now.
She gets to enjoy dull days with Jacob, whereas I get to enjoy adventure filled days and nights with the underworld.
We make the journey to the airport in silence, but don’t take the road signposted to the commercial one. My heart starts to thump when the familiar jet comes into view, and I experience a pang of regret knowing how happy I was the last time I flew in it. I believed I was set for a passionate few days with a Greek God. Now I’m being returned home by another one. So near and yet so far. Why does my life suck?
We head on board and Christos and Chloe are waiting and smile at me as I board.
