Page 80 of Heir of the Beast

“I can’t.” I barely move my mouth.

My eyes shoot open. I’m such an idiot. Moron! I just basically told him I am not what I seem by my idiot response.

~I can’t?! ~Why could I not have said, “~I can’t because there is nothing to tell?”~ But it was the way I said it like I wanted to…but couldn’t.

“You admit you’re hiding something then?” He is staring down at me, his chest rising and falling.

“No, it means I can’t because there is nothing to tell.”

Worth a shot.

“Liar.”

I jerk my legs away, but he grabs me again. He licks his lips and tilts his head. “My little Angel, you’re not going anywhere.”

“You can’t always get what you want, Apollo,” I say, still coming off my high.

He chuckles. “Oh, yes I can.”

“How?”

Not sure why I asked that.

“I will not marry you until you tell me who you are. I must have all honesty, and I think you know why. Or I will be forced to choose another.” He is not smiling anymore.

This is not fair.

I need to talk to Mort.

I don’t think I am able to tell Apollo that I am an agent for Fairy Godmother Inc. And, if I did, I think he would lock me up in a mental intuition.

“So I take it that you’re not taking off your shirt?” I say with a pout.

He gives me a look I cannot not read, but his gaze is intense. “If you tell me who you are, I will make it worth it.”

He leans back to show me his insane protruding package through his black pants. I swallow hard~. This is so not fair~. I think I’m getting hot flashes. Early signs of a stroke?

Apollo, naked in all his glory, is ~a lot~.

I think I lose my voice.

He adjusts himself with a smirk. “Tell me, Angel, and I’m yours.”

~I’m yours~, he says.

I feel anger.

I don’t even know what to tell him that won’t get me into trouble. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip, drawing blood. I can taste the copper tinge lacing through my mouth.

I want him so bad it hurts, and there is nothing I can do about it.

I feel his lips on mine, making my eyes snap open. “Don’t draw blood, Angel, just tell me. You can trust me. I want you just as bad as you want me,” he whispers into my mouth.

I sit up, and he laces his arms around my waist, as if scared I will flee.

“I need time,” I whisper.

He is breathing deeply. “You’re scared to tell me?”

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