The Olympian's Concubine

Chapter 4

The morning light spilled through my window, splattering across my bed like a spilled paint can, bright and jarring. I squinted against the brightness, pulling the blanket over my head in a desperate attempt to drown out the world. My heart raced, still fluttering from the events of yesterday. Adrian's intense gaze, that confident smirk, and my own reckless decision to poke the bear with my little hack replayed in my mind like a twisted highlight reel.

Finally, I threw the covers off and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I needed caffeine, and I needed it now. As I shuffled to the kitchen, I mentally reviewed my plan. I sent a message to Adrian that I hoped he would take as a playful jab, but a part of me wondered if I'd crossed a line. Was it wise to challenge a man like him? Then again, when have I ever let common sense dictate my life?

As I waited for the coffee to brew, I glanced around my tiny apartment, which was a chaotic blend of tech gadgets, clothes in various states of cleanliness, and scattered snacks that hinted at my late-night coding sessions. It was messy, but it was mine—a sanctuary where I could be myself, unfiltered and unapologetic.

Once the coffee was ready, I poured myself a cup, letting the rich aroma waft through the air, and settled at my desk. My laptop sat like an eager puppy, waiting for me to return. I opened it, the screen flickering to life as I braced myself for the day ahead.

No sooner had I settled in than a notification popped up—a message from Adrian. My stomach dropped and my heart raced simultaneously. There it was, the chaos I'd been hoping for and dreading all at once.

"Nice little trick you pulled last night. You're bold, I'll give you that."

I couldn't help but grin at the screen. Bold? Maybe that was one way to put it. I took a sip of my coffee, letting the warmth spread through me. He wasn't angry, at least not yet, and I decided to lean into this unexpected banter.

"Glad to know I've caught your attention. Just a little fun, thought you'd appreciate it."

As I hit send, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. Adrian was no ordinary man, and whatever game we were playing, I was determined to be a player, not a spectator.

I leaned back in my chair, watching the cursor blink on the screen, half-expecting him to respond instantly. The air buzzed with possibilities, each moment stretching out like the silence before a storm. The thrill of the chase was intoxicating, and I was ready to dive headfirst into whatever chaos awaited me.

The game was on and I for once wasn't a tool in this game, I was more like the maker of my own decisions and I had clear that no man, woman or superior being would push me down, for once I'd embrace my life how I want.

Not five minutes later, my phone buzzed from across the room. Lifting my head, I sighed, eyeing my bed like it was 50 kilometers away from my desk. It buzzed again, and with another sigh, I got up, shuffled over, and picked up the phone. It was a message from my beautiful Alkmini. Hesitating for a second, I finally answered the call, bracing myself for whatever my friend had to say.

"What the hell did you do?" she started, skipping any kind of greeting. Not a "hello" or even a "good morning."

"Good morning to you, too," I replied, trying to keep my tone light. "And as for what I did, well, I did what any hacker would do," I said as calmly as possible. But seeing my friend this stressed started to make me worry—had I gone too far?

"Aurora, Adrian is pissed off, and now we're all paying for your tantrum last night. I don't know what he told you, but you need to explain yourself, at least to me. I'm your friend, and you clearly don't understand who Adrian truly is, because what you did was reckless," she practically yelled.