The older woman stared up at the large house. She checked the address again with a frown.
That Eric boy never was reliable. Oh well, she'd check anyway.
She knocked on the door, waiting impatiently.
"I want you...to be my boyfriend," Ophelia said, looking at the ground.Adrian frowned, pausing as he began to undress."What?"
Adrian knocked on her dressing room door."Who is it?" She called."It's me," he said gruffly.
Ophelia put her makeup on. She sighed, and put on some heels.She got a cab to a club. She needed a little relaxing time. Plus she'd just gotten paid.She headed to the club, paying the cab driver. She looked around the club. Definitely not as classy as the Mines but...
Ophelia picked up her phone. Thomas chuckled."Okay, okay you go. I want to hear him," he said, elbowing her gently."Okay, okay, hold on. I'm dialing."
Adrian's phone rang.He answered it."My apartment...flooded."
Ophelia sat cross legged on his pristine white couch, his shirt hanging off her shoulders, her bare breasts peeking out.He handed her a hot chocolate, sitting beside her. She smiled, taking it from him thankfully.She blew on it.
He smiled. "I'm kidding, of course. Go back to sleep."She turned over.He looked down, unable to sleep. Today was a day of losses for him.
Ophelia rubbed herself against Adrian. He opened an eye hesitantly."Yes?" He asked."I'm horny," she whined, rubbing against him.
Adrian combed his hair back nervously. Maybe he should tie it back.He sighed. This was nerve tracking. But it had to be done.He stepped into the hotel. "Ophelia? Are you in here?"
Adrian looked up in the dark. Why hadn't he said anything. Why he hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he stopped her?He sighed. What should he do?His head pulsed. "I think..." he whispered aloud, "I think I'm angry."
"You should start learning Italian," Adrian whispered, his eyes on hers.Ophelia smiles. "What about you?""I already know Italian. Italian, German, Japanese, Mandarin, and a few others."
Adrian sighed. They'd taken the company jet to Detroit, and had went straight to the Vitale Estate. Adrian was hesitant."Are we sure this is the best route?""We can trust Grim," She assured him. "And anyone get didn't eliminate must be very strong."
Adrian blinked. The light was so bright. He looked over. Where on earth was she?"Ophelia?" He called. "Opie, are you here?"They agreed they'd both take some time off work, so where else could she be?
Adrian glanced over at her. "Tell me you're joking? That I'm seeing things?"Ophelia smiled, saying nothing."Ophelia, I—thank you."
What good is it? I've gone to hell, but my blood is in your veins. Can you really be happy? As long as you're alive, I live on—Hades opened his eyes. "My father is a pedophile," he whispered.Ophelia turned over, half asleep. "Huh?"
Ophelia watched as Hades paced on the phone multiple times."No, I'm not sure when it occurred. My fiancée and I just got home and it's in ashes." He sighed.Ophelia sighed, making Hades pause and come over to inspect her. He looked her over.
Hades went to work the next morning, as if nothing happened. People brought him food, and letters, and cards and many words of sorrow.He still hadn't felt anything about his fathers death. It was just a fact now. His father, was dead.That was it. Ophelia went to work. That was what was on his mind. He didn't re