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I’m on my way to Grayson Inc. I felt like taking the motorcycle out today instead of my car. The adrenaline rush that comes with riding it first thing in the morning is like adding a dose of napalm to a triple-shot espresso.
This is also my attempt to work off the steam built up after another mind-numbing encounter with Aurora Wright.
She thinks I’m her Hades.
Although she isn’t my Persephone, she might not be entirely wrong.
I’m just as ruthless and merciless as the god of the underworld, and just like him, I don’t stop until I get what I want. It also hasn’t escaped me that since I met the goddess, obsession has slithered into my system like a malicious snake waiting for the right moment to strike.
I’m not sure if that’s something I can control.
Last night, as I had her pressed up against me, I was seconds away from fucking her against the wall.
Inhaling her scent and watching her body react to me did a number on my dick. I could barely contain myself.
While she did her best to resist me, I wanted to peel her clothes away layer by layer and taste all the parts of her I haven’t touched.
Fuck me.Listen to me. I’m inviting her into my mind again. Then again, she never left.
Aurora Wright has lived in my head since my grandfather waved her picture in front of me like temptation on a platter.
But if she’s not my Persephone, what is she to me?
A pawn?
Collateral damage?
My forced bride-to-be?
For the last few hours, the question has rung through my mind over and over and over like the church bells at Notre Dame. And still, I don’t fucking know.
Aurora seems to be an anomaly. A little bit of everything and something more.
Something that revealed itself when I saw her coming out of my workshop.
The sight of her stirred buried emotions. Probably because there are elements about her that remind me of my ghost—Giselle.
Maybe Giselle decided to take a break from her angelic duties and play one last joke on me. A prank that would spark elements of the old me.Mebefore I became the devil.
Both Jericho and I have experienced some dark shit from the past that changed us forever. Shit outside of the way our father has treated us.
While Jericho deals with his demons with silence—not even speaking to me about them—I never had that luxury, and it fucked me up all six ways to Sunday.
Aurora would have definitely seen my sculptures and most likely looked through my sketch pads. They weren’t exactly hidden. The curiosity on her face was also confirmation.
The sculptures are part of a collection I started over a decade ago. I have one left to do. When I’m finished, everything will be shipped to my mother’s gallery in France for this years’ showcase, where they’ll be staying permanently.
They’ve been with me for far too long. It’s time to say goodbye now, the same way I should part with the ghost of the girl who inspired them.
That’s a story for another time. She always is.
Right now, I need to keep my eyes on my goals.
I’m meeting with my grandfather the moment I get into work, so today is when things really start moving.
Now that I’ve secured Sunset Cove, the next part of the plan is all about me.
Nothing should ruin what I have lined up, not even Nathan’s release.
