Releasing The Gods (The Titan's Saga #1)- Leia Stone Page 0,76

as she hurried off, knowing she meant what she said. She would drag me out by my hair. Shauna didn’t know the full story of course, I’d had to tell a modified version of the truth to her or she’d have called the cops. She believed the cover story that I met Cronus--aka Greek God--while climbing the mountains on the beach near our Santa Barbara home. She thinks we went on a whirlwind sexcapade around the world, before breaking up and going our separate ways.

The truth was, there was no sex, but I’d wanted him more than I’d ever wanted any man, ever. Of course, the one man I would fall for turned out to not be a man at all. Cronus was a Titan, an ancient god like race that birthed the Greek Gods. Near seven foot tall, dark hair, piercing blue and gold eyes, and a body built to perfection, it hadn’t been hard to fall for his looks. His personality on the other hand … that took more time.

But, fuck, he’d grown on me. His dry, almost sarcastic humor, the way he pushed and cared and claimed me.

The fact that he left was still something I was struggling with. Not because I thought I was so amazing that he’d never find anyone better. But because we’d had a connection, something beyond the life debt that had initially tied us together. I’d felt it from him, something deeper.

What the fuck had Jessell said to him? And why had she disappeared off the face of the planet so I couldn’t torture her to find out? #IWillCutABitch #IKnowKarate #OrYogaAtLeast

I’d been so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize I’d reached my apartment door until I was standing on the mat.

After letting myself inside, I crashed onto my bed and decided that it was a very real possibility that I had some mild depression.

“You’d like that Sickness, wouldn’t you? You fucker.” I told the demon god trapped in my necklace.

I almost felt his response, it was a bout of nausea that rolled into me reminding me that I was the box that contained three of the worlds deadliest sins, not the necklace. Before I knew it, I’d passed out and Shauna was banging on my door. My eyes snapped open.

It was 8:00 on the dot.

“Go away, I’m sick!” I screamed.

A key jiggled in the lock and she let herself in. Dammit, I never should have given her my spare. “Get up bitch. You’ve got fifty thousand followers and you need to take pictures tonight of you having fun or they will unfollow.”

#Truth

I bolted upright at the mention of losing even one follower.

“Shower! I’ll pick out your outfit.” She barked.

I did as she asked and thirty minutes later I stared at myself in the mirror.

Hair was bangin.

Body squeezed in tight black dress, check.

But that necklace… it was my constant reminder of what I was.

After walking six blocks in high heels we were at the beach and the high heels got tossed into the sand with the others. Only at a beach party in Santa Barbara would you wear a short black clubbin dress with a hoodie.

#CaliLife

“Maisey in the house!!!” Matt shouted, holding up the spout of a keg.

I grinned. Matt was always down to get you drunk when you wanted to escape life. I shrugged out of my hoodie and handed Shauna my phone. “Get this pic.”

Shauna had become my unofficial assistant and she knew what angles looked good and what filters to use.

“Matt, keg stand me!” I bounced over to him and he grinned.

I popped up into a kickstand and Matt’s strong hand landed on my exposed inner thigh to steady me. Then he brought the nozzle down to my lips and opened the tap. Cold beer rushed in my mouth and I chugged it down. I wasn’t a huge fan of beer but it would make an excellent shot for my wall.

“Got it!” Shauna confirmed and I closed the nozzle and jumped down.

“Thanks Matt.”

“Any time.” he winked.

#NeverGonnaHappenBud #OnceYouGoGreekYouNeverGoBack

I added twenty hashtags to my photo and uploaded it.

“I feel like you need a little designer dog or something. That would up your daily content.” Shauna said.

A pang sliced through my chest at the mention of a dog.

Hound.

That hellhound had grown on me and he was out with Cronus and Hyperion saving the world while I was doing keg stands like an idiot.

I opened my mouth to respond when a figure flickered into existence right behind Matt.

I nearly choked on my own spit at the sight of Rhea popping onto the beach out of nowhere.

Luckily no one else seemed to notice. They just noticed she was there and not that she’d materialized out of thin air. Although regal and gorgeous, she looked completely out of place at a beach party.

She wore a long crimson gown with braided straps and her hair was curled over one shoulder.

#Bitch

“Be right back. I see an old friend.” I muttered and bee-lined it in her direction. She was observing the party like someone would a group of insects. When she saw me, she rolled her eyes.

“There you are!” She hissed.

I walked up to her and pulled her gently by the arm. “Rhea, what the fuck are you doing here? You can’t just pop in like that!”

She crossed her arms and leveled me with a gaze that said she would do whatever the hell she wanted.

“Cronus sent me. Apparently I’m expendable.”

At the mention of Cronus, my throat went dry. “He… he did?”

My heart was hammering so loud in my chest I was sure she heard it.

She rolled her eyes again. “I’ve never seen him so livid. He saw your instabook post thing and wanted me to make sure this guy,” she gestured to Matt, “Wasn’t trying to harm you by holding you up in the air like that.”

I grinned. Cronus had a fucking instagram account? He followed me! The world must be really ending because that shit was impossible.

“Matt’s harmless. Is that all you’re here for?”

#TakeMeToCronus #ThenConvenientlyDieAndLeaveUsBe

She groaned. “Zeus has become a real thorn in our side. I’ve been ordered to stay the night with you and babysit.”

Anger crawled up my spine. “Cronus sent you to protect me?”

Why not him? Why not Hyperion? Hell, anyone but his fucking ex-wife.

She seemed to take my meaning. “They’re busy with Jealously, they’ve been tracking him for weeks and finally got a solid lead.”

I stepped forward. “Then bring me along and I’ll help you catch him.”

She looked down her nose at me. “I am forbidden from doing that, I’m sorry.”

She didn’t sound sorry. Ugh! Before I could retort, she stepped forward and dragged her fingers along Matt’s back, causing him to turn.

“Hello darling, why don’t you do that thing to me?” She waved at the keg.

Matt’s eyebrows hit his hairline, then his gaze fell to her breasts. “A keg stand?”

She waved her fingers at me. “I want to see what Maisey’s little life is like.”

The condescension was thick in her voice.

With one hand he coaxed her into a handstand and lowered the nozzle to her lips.

Leaning in, I whispered in his ear. “Fuck her up. She has a high tolerance.”

Rhea shot me daggers from her upside down position but I just grinned. This night might actually be fun.

#ThisBitchWasGettingDrunk #IWasTakingHerAssToTacoBellAfter

I decided to go live and document everything on my social media. If Cronus was watching, I wanted him to see I could be the cool chick who had fun with his ex-wife. Because surely this was a test. Cronus was nowhere to be seen for weeks and he’d seen a photo of Matt’s hand on my thigh and sent his ex-wife.

#GameOnMotherFucker