The deal with the god (Hades x OC)

Chapter 10

Opal's POV
I was lying down on my bed while he was taking my makeup off, because apparently it's bad for my skin or something, I don't even know where he got that information.
"You are really handsome, Hades." I say. "I wish I didn't have to hate you."
His features become burned with pain. "That's really kind, but let's wait for you to say that while you're sober."
"That 's rude. You know, I asked Artemis to make me a part of her club."
"Love, I'm pretty sure that Artemis doesn't have a club."
"Why the fuck do I have to explain everything to y'all? She has that no sex club, and I asked to be part of it."
"Really? And what did she say?" He asked with a wide smile on his face.
"That's confidential." I whispered. "But I'll say it to you, just because you're super hot."
"Oh, I'm honored."
"You should be."
"So what did she say?"
"I don't remember."
After he finishes wiping my makeup off, he gives me my pajamas. "Now, I'm not going to be the one who will take off your dress. Go put this on." He turned to face the other way while I put my pajamas on. I started to feel nauseous and came to the conclusion that I was going to vomit. I called Hades and immediately ran to the bathroom. I kneeled down in front of the toilet while Hades held my hair. I cried while I puked, making silent promises to myself that I would never drink this much in the future.
He carried me to bed and planted a kiss on my forehead before leaving.
"Why did you have to take her away from me?" I mumbled, half awake, half asleep. I didn't even plan for those words to leave my mouth but I was so tired and still a bit drunk.

Hades's POV
"Because I love you, Opal." I whispered, hoping that she wouldn't hear it.

Opal's POV
I could tell that he whispered something but I couldn't understand what it was.
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When I woke up, around 4 hours later, I started to regret everything I had said and done for the past hours, which meant that I wasn't that drunk anymore. Which also meant that I was sober enough to start to question everything again.

Why was he being so kind to me?
Why did he treat me so well?
He gives me everything I need, without me needing to ask.
How did he hear me yelling at him, shouting how much I hated him, and still wanted to be with me?
How did he see all the sides of me that I had managed to keep hidden for so long, and still like me? Still called me love?
I kept them away for some reason. Because, if I didn't like them, how was anybody going to? If I felt repulsed by my own personality, who wouldn't? Who the fuck was going to like me? No one had said anything when I shut myself off. No one noticed and no one cared. Not even I did.
And why was I beginning to hate him less?
Could I really say that?
Did I hate him less?
Or was I just not used to someone showing me affection?
Or was I not able to name my feelings?
And why did I hate him in the first place?
Was it because hating someone was the first reaction I was taught?
I was confused, lost, alone. But that wasn't a new feeling to me. Why was this destroying me now?
I felt alone in a palace crowded with people.
But it didn't have someone I wanted.
That's why I hated him.
Because he brought her back only to take me away from her.
But, again, how could I hate someone like him?
And I cried again, and again, and again.
I cried for being lost and for being forced to live in this palace.
I cried because I kissed him and I wasn't strong enough to not like it
But most of all, I cried because I was starting to not hate him.

I didn't have any plans on showing that to him, however. I was going to find a way out and then I was just going to forget all that happened. If I keep telling myself that I despise him, maybe it will somehow start to become true again.
I turned around thinking about how I wanted to hurt him for making me feel like that.