Chapter Six

Ethan was sure someone was in the wardrobe. He wondered who would dare spy on him, but it didn't matter; whoever it was would be as good as dead. He signaled his men to form a semicircle around the wardrobe, pointing his gun towards it as he opened the door.

"Don't shoot, please!" a terrified Sasha screamed.

Ethan stopped immediately, recognizing her. He turned around and blocked his men from seeing who it was. "Take the bodies out and dump them near the beach. I’ll handle this," he ordered. The men did as they were instructed.

He turned back to the woman who had occupied his thoughts for 24 hours. She looked so tiny in his presence, shaking and scared.

“Please don’t harm me,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I came to clean up the room, and time went by. That’s why I was still here. When I heard you coming in, I hid in the wardrobe. Please don’t kill me.”

Something about her fear turned him on. He let out a dry laugh and walked toward her, pressing her against the wardrobe.

“But you now know I am Hades. How could I possibly let you go?” He was staring hard at her pink lips. He wanted her so badly and was barely keeping it together.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me,” Sasha said, almost in tears.

“I know you won’t because you are my woman. You ought to protect your man.”

“Your woman?”

“Uhmm,” he growled, grabbing her neck and kissing her. Her lips were so soft, and the little moan she let out while he was kissing her drove him crazier. He desperately wanted to rip her clothes off. He felt her hands on his neck as she kissed him back passionately. Her response surprised him. He stopped, removed his hand from her neck, and gently stroked her face, staring intensely into her eyes, making a low rumble in his throat.

“Hmmm,” he murmured, seeing she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. “You want me too?” he asked, biting his lip. Taking her right hand, he placed it on his manhood. “Can you feel that? It’s so hard for you.”

She said nothing but let out a moan. He grunted, carried her to the bed, and threw her onto it.

“I want you now,” he said as he kissed her. They lost themselves in each other and eventually slept, cuddled together.

A knock woke Ethan up. He looked briefly at Sasha beside him and smiled. It felt good being there with her. The sound of a second knock got him out of bed. Without opening the door, he asked,

“Who is that?”

“Number one, it’s me.”

The only one allowed to call him that was Rowan Luz, the face of the mafia. Ethan wasn’t ready to see him yet.

“Face, give me some time. I’ll speak to you in a few minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting at the bar.”

Ethan went back to Sasha. She looked so beautiful in her sleep. He liked being with her, and even though he had only known her for two days, her hold on him was crazy. He had been going insane over her for the past 48 hours. He wished he could stay like this with her forever. It was good that she knew who he was now; he wouldn't have to hide anything from her. He didn't know if his feelings for her were love or lust, but he knew he wouldn't share her with anyone and would never let her go. He gently stroked her face, and she stirred in her sleep, holding his hand and whispering,

“Hue.”

His heart froze. Did she think she was with Hue? He remembered that Hue was her fiancé, which angered him. Unable to control his jealousy, she was in bed with him, but yet she was thinking about another man; he felt foolish and used, and she only used him to satisfy her urges; as this thought ran through his head, he became even angrier, and he grabbed her by the neck, forcing her to wake up.

“That’s why you don’t want to follow me?” he asked the confused Sasha. “Is it because of this Hue? Because you have him in your heart?”

He tightened his grip on her neck as she tried to remove his hand. He did not want to hurt her, but his jealousy for being second best in her eyes hurt his feelings.

“Sasha, you can only love me. If I can’t control your heart, I will dig it out with my hands and feed it to my pet sharks.”

He released his grip, pushing her into the bed. He stood up and went for his shirt on the chair beside the bed.

“You can only be mine,” he said, putting on his shirt. “I won’t ask you again. Break things off with this Hue, or I will make him disappear from this town.” He pulled on his trousers and took out his phone. “Give me your number,” he ordered.

She did as he requested.

“Wait for my call. I want you to quit this job; my woman can’t be cleaning rooms,” he said. “What’s your bank account number?”

“Why do you need that information?” Sasha asked, her eyes wide in shock.

“Just tell me.”

She did, and he sent her 20 million dollars.

“What? Why send me such a huge amount of money?”

“You are my woman. Use it for yourself, buy some clothes,” he said, moving towards the door.

“Don’t leave this room yet. I will send one of my men to bring you breakfast and new clothes and drive you home. And, oh, you must quit this job. I own this place, so I would know if you don’t quit.”

Ethan let out a heavy sigh after he shut the door behind him, leaving Sasha inside. He knew he sounded like a jerk to her right now, but he had no choice. Losing his mother was traumatic for him. He was still healing from it. He didn’t care; he was going to hold on to her and never let go, even if it meant killing anyone who got in his way.