Adrian was confused. It wasn't as it he wasn't used to women trying to seduce him for various reasons.
Something about her was different though. Dangerous.
Because she didn't have an ulterior motive. It wasn't easily remedied. He couldn't throw money, or satisfy her curiosity.
Ophelia stayed at his Adrian's house for the rest of the day."Are you going home," Adrian asked.She shook her head. "Do you have something I can wear?"
Ophelia stayed asleep until the morning. Adrian stood over her as she slept.He smiled. She was beautiful. Tall and relatively thin. She looked very graceful. Long legs and arms, a long graceful neck.Perfect for diamonds. Perfect for kissing. Large brown eyes. Long lashes, and brown skin. Such a beautiful color, rich
Eric looked up at the large house. He frowned. Was this right?It had to be.He knocked on the door.
Adrian glanced at Ophelia. She sighed."Adrian I want you to be with me," she said.She stood in nothing but his shirt as always. She always demanded he take the shirt off he was wearing so she could put it on.
He stood over her, as she held her head."Sir? What's going—"She looked down at her hand. "Whats this?"
Adrian frowned, staring at her as she sang. She protested. He hadn't exactly expected that. He thought she'd say something along the lines of:I want you, so this is fine.He'd thought she'd say something like that.
She laid in his lap, as he stroked her hair. She wouldn't stop shivering.He found it disconcerting, how afraid she was."There, there, little songbird," he whispered, kissing her hair. "Everything is alright. He's gone now."
Ophelia had fallen asleep.Adrian went back down to the Mines. He was...upset.Fury was coursing his veins. He'd never been so angry.
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