lost in the storm. With a shaky hand, I chose a loose-fitting black maxi dress. The soft material kissed the top of my feet while the straps rested low on my shoulders, creating a floaty boho look. With tendrils of my hair escaping my topknot, I looked so young.
Young but ancient.
Innocent but well-fucked.
Tearing my eyes from the mirror, I walked to the centre of my villa. Outside on the deck, an array of delicacies waited to be eaten. My stomach growled to devour every morsel.
But…last time I’d stay cloistered in my villa after Euphoria, Sully had visited. We’d eaten together. We’d stolen moments from our otherwise clear-cut existence and muddied them with desire.
If I wanted to avoid being emotionally tortured anymore, I had to become something he avoided at all costs.
I had to become Neptune and Calico and Jupiter. I had to turn my back on Jealousy who had secrets about Sully, who genuinely believed something could happen between us, and become a goddess he couldn’t care less about.
That was my protection.
The space I needed to survive.
With my hands balled, I stepped from my villa and headed toward Divinity.
* * * * *
“Jinx…”
I sucked in a breath, freezing in the middle of the path.
A male voice, not female.
Tears pricked my eyes for no other reason than I’d had my fill of men. My body still carried two men’s marks, one physical, one emotional. My mind wasn’t ready to face more turmoil.
Footsteps quickened, linking the detached voice with its owner.
Roy Slater.
The man from the beach when Sully and I had arrived from Serigala. The man who probably heard me ask Sully to like me as an animal before he sent me away so he could negotiate my service.
Roy Slater was the guest who fucked me last night.
All colour drained from my body.
I stared at a total stranger.
A stranger I knew absolutely nothing about but had been extremely intimate with. He seemed normal, kind even, watching me with concern and affection. But…the fantasy last night? God, why did he have such twisted desires to sleep with his son’s girlfriend? Was that true in real life or simply an erotic daydream he’d acted out with me?
He was handsome for an older man. Trim and healthy with a perfect white smile. He raised his hand as if to touch me.
I couldn’t control my response.
I reeled backward, almost tripping into a spray of purple orchids. Orchids that gave their magic to Sully to make his foul elixir.
“Whoa, careful.” He reached for me again, cupping my elbow with gentle fingers. “You okay?” Once he knew I had my balance, he let me go, retreating to a more appropriate distance.
I didn’t speak. I choked on words and had nothing to share. I didn’t know how to unscramble the fact that this man had been inside me. He’d been on his knees with his entire face between my legs. He’d made me scream. He’d driven into me over and over again.
Yet he’d covered up who he was by choosing the face of another. He’d asked Sully to program him as slightly younger, slightly taller, and probably a lot more endowed.
“Jinx, I—” His cheeks pinked. “I’m glad I found you. I’ve been searching for you all day.”
His embarrassment granted a salve to my own shame. My knees locked, and I stood straighter.
Just as he’d camouflaged who he was, my goddess name deleted everything I’d ever been. Would he still stare at me with lust and awe if he knew I’d only finished school a couple of years ago? Would he still remember touching me, fucking me, with satisfaction and pride if he knew I’d been stolen from my family and friends?
My stomach clenched on self-pity.
I’d promised myself I wouldn’t wallow. Catching up on sleep ought to give me courage to keep going in this torturous existence, but my heart was drained. My heart that gave me a well of strength and optimism was empty, wrung dry by a man who cared more for an ant than he cared for me, and cracked thanks to this guest who took what he wanted from me and now had the audacity to believe there was mutual affection.
“How…are you?” he asked softly. His gaze staying on my face rather than trespassing on my body.
My nostrils flared with a blend of fury and frustration. Fury that this guy was nice. That he’d done something as gross as paying to sleep with me but had the compassion to check up on my well-being. And frustration