Kidnapped

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

-ARES SEIDON >

I sigh.

"Athena get off the floor." I rub my side temple in annoyance, watching her place her hand on the sofa seat after a dramatic fall.

She clears her throat. "You really broke my back there bastard." She wheezes. "Never thought I'd catch you in the ranks with the men in love."

She finally rises to her stilettos and sits next to me with elegant poise, as if she hadn't just shot herself off this crimson sofa a couple minutes ago, now clearing her throat. "Repeat what you said just now."

"I told you to get—"

"—Before I flung myself off the sofa."

It was bad enough that told her about my feelings. I feel like a teenager all over again, except this time I'm talking about a 'ridiculous crush'. Athena's words not mine.

"I constantly have a certain woman on my mind. Everything she does drives me to the brink of insanity with my dick hard and. . . I can't do this if you're going to look at me with that creepy smile on your face."

She giggles. "I can't help it! Love looks good on you."

"You call it love, I call it a nuisance." I roll my middle finger around the diamond rims of my Rolex watch. "Why is it a nuisance?" She frowns at me.

Where do I even start?

"I can't have sex with other women. My mind automatically finds ways where other women lack in comparison to her. My dick is always hard to the point of pain and I can't do anything about it."

Her face scrunches into disgust. "Woah. That is too much info." She says, and I shrug. "You said you were ready." I counter, bringing my glass to my lips as I sip on my alcohol.

"Oh? That's the Italian hidden princess right? The girl you said you were protecting?" She asks looking over my shoulder. "She's. . . stunning." Athena breaths, and as soon as my eyes follow hers, I'm choking on whiskey.

"Oh fuck," I cough, a fist over my mouth as my sister rubbed my back. "Hey what's wrong?"

I wave her off, my eyes darting back to the caramel-skin toned woman, a gorgeous red silk off-shoulder dress adorning her every curve. Her dark curls were freely flowing down her back and I yearned to look into her mismatched green and hazel coloured eyes just once.

My gaze was so penetrative and blunt I completely forgot about a certain calculating individual who saw the way I was staring.

"Oh shit, it's her isn't it?" Her tone was taunting yet lacking malice. She was clearly enjoying this. Athena clasps her hands together with a giggle. "This is entertaining! Spending days in casinos might not be the only source of serotonin after all."

"I have to go." I place my glass down on the table, and stand up. "Oh no you don't. You are going to introduce me to her. She is everything in a bag of chips. And I thought London hot."

What?

The hell does that even mean? She's been spending way too much time in America.

"You're barking up the wrong tree,"

Athena shoots me a pointed look. "And how do you know that?"

"Because I. . . Angelos isn't. . . Oh God." It feels like horror crossed my face. "Shit, she can't be—"

Athena bursts out laughing and rises to her feet. "Come on big boy. If you don't want her, I'll have her." Her tinted lips stretch into a flirtatious smirk, as she grasps my forearm. "Let's go."