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.
Ophelia couldn't concentrate on her song. He wasn't here. Why wasn't he here? Did he have to work?He didn't say he had to work. He never worked. Well he did, but it was never when she was on stage.Where was he? Did she scare him?
So she sang. Feeling a little empty. Her mind was racing. He had become so important to her in so little time.Behind the glass, on that stage, watching over his patrons like some kind of guardian angel.But he wasn't here.
"You really are too sharp aren't you?" The older man said.Adrian looked down. "Come on now. You're my father. You think you're the smartest guy in the world. Surely your son shouldn't be far behind.""Mh. But you have your mothers genes. You look just like her. So pretty."
Play the song. Really.• • •Adrian headed home. He took his tie off as he walk
Adrian held her from behind, tenderly gripping one of her breast his lips resting on her shoulder."I want to buy you something," he whispered, dragging his hands across her throat gently, "Beautiful to put here. Something that shines like you."She smiled, her lashes kissing her cheeks.
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