Page 8 of Seduced By Contract

"And you, are you going?" I change the subject because I don't want to worry about that again. We already had all the possible fights when Ares decided to proceed with that plan.

"I don't know. Joseph's night nanny fell ill."

"Can't you find a replacement?"

"He doesn't get used to new people easily."

I stay silent, even though I have a lot to say. My brother's choices are not my problem.

"I know what you're thinking," he accuses.

"I doubt it."

"No one's going to take him away from me. I've registered him. Joseph is mine."

"It has nothing to do with the kid, and you know it. To me, he's already part of the family."

He gets up, as I was sure he would. Dionysus can't stand having his late wife brought up.

"I'll try to find a nanny," he says. "Hades said he's going too. It's been a long time since the four of us got together. Grandpa wouldn't like that. He always wanted us to stay close to each other."

"I know each of you inside out," I reply without a hint of guilt.

Despite the small age difference between us, even before my father died, I was already taking care of my younger brothers. I was raised to be the family leader when our father was gone, and that happened much sooner than I thought it would.

"I don't doubt it, and you know that the feeling is mutual." He was already at the door, but he comes back. "I didn't come just to talk about Ares' birthday."

"I know, and the answer is yes, I will continue with my plans to restore our family name."

"Christos and Odin are worried."

"There's no reason for concern. I know what I'm doing."

* Odin and Christos Lykaios are the main characters in my books "About Love and Revenge" and "The Tycoon's Obsession," respectively.

* “Grandfather”.

Madison

CHAPTER FIVE

The painin my feet disrupts my mental dive into this afternoon’s interview. As I'm squeezed inside the crowded train on my way home, I regret not having brought a pair of sneakers in my bag. Being stylish is painful, and not just for the wallet. The sharply pointed scarpin is destroying my big toe, which, oddly enough, is chubby compared to the rest of my toes.

A woman gets up, and when I try to move to take her seat, an elderly lady appears out of nowhere. I give up the seat, of course. Few things annoy me more on the subway or train than seeing grown men casually ignoring pregnant women and the elderly, not offering them their seats.

Some smartass presses against my back, attempting to rub against me, and without looking back, I stomp on his foot. I barely hide a smile when I hear his groan of pain. I grew up having to take care of myself and Brooklyn, even though she's older, and I know perfectly well how to defend myself against abusive men.

The conversation with my new employer comes back to my mind. After the first ten minutes, I tried hard to follow throughon my intention to hate Ares Kostanidis—yes, I'm like that: I either like you or I don't, no middle ground—but I couldn't.

He's brutally honest, and I believed him when he said he genuinely thought I was a "gift" from his idiot friends.

What kind of imbecile does something like that? Apparently, the very rich and idle.

When we managed to talk about what really mattered, he explained to me in more detail what I already knew from the initial interviews: that SIN is a unique nightclub where billionaires from all over the world go to fulfill their fantasies without gettingtooinvolved.

A sort of safe space where almost anything is allowed and semi-naked young women, a third of the age of the members, dance while business deals are made.

It's amazing how they can work with an erection, those perverts.

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