Page 117 of Poseidon's Island Flower

What didn’t surprise me was that Candice was Zeus’s mate. Once I arrived back at Poseidon and Zeus’s room and saw the same look Poseidon often gave me, I put the pieces together. Now that I understood what soulmates were and how there was an undeniable attraction to one another, it all seemed rather simple.

Candice had ogled Zeus in the beginning, but quickly changed her tune in a matter of seconds. Candice was a sexual being. She loved to watch, was open about her sexual fantasies and let’s just say she was bolder than I, even though she looked so innocent.

She was confident despite her small body, but part of me felt like it was a coping mechanism. Candice had a rough upbringing and fled to the island to seek solace. She found it alright, and ever since I’d known her since our first day working at the hotel together, she hadn’t been in a serious relationship.

In fact, now that I think about it, I’m not sure if she really had any encounters.

“And you are sure she is safe?” I asked Poseidon while he dressed me.

He smirked, wrapping the intricate dress in a crisscross fashion over my breasts. His fingers grazed my nipples, and they instantly hardened under the sheer fabric.

“Of course. In fact, it was her idea to send her to the club.”

Candice had told me time and time again about the cousin she looked up to. They practically lived together for a while. Candice would sneak into his room to sleep to stay away from her drug addict parents.

He now worked in a club in Vegas—a BDSM club called Prometheus’s Chains. They catered to their employees, offering room and board for their work. Not sexual work, just serving, cleaning, bartending and what not. Candice could work and live there in the apartments and save up her money for what she really wanted to do, and that was to go back to school.

But she’d stayed for me.

I felt a sharp stab of guilt in my chest, and my breath caught in my throat. And then I went and forget her the first moment I found happiness for myself.

Poseidon pulled me into his arms. He rocked me back and forth, and his knuckle pushed up my chin. “My Flower, she isn’t angry with you. She’s happy. I felt her honesty.”

I nodded, resting my head back on his chest. Still didn’t make me feel any better. I’d have to do something to repay her.

What made everything worse was her willingness to forget what she had learned. She agreed to Poseidon’s proposition to erase her memories, that way she wouldn’t accidentally let slip that gods and goddess were real. Or her carrying a large secret that she couldn’t talk to anyone about. Speaking about it over the phone, through email or text messages, was against some sort of Celestial Law. Humans were becoming thorough in their big brother endeavors, and they wanted nothing to leak to the humans the supernaturals lived amongst.

Candice would keep her memories of Zeus, though. Candice wouldn’t remember the High King of the Gods was the actual Zeus or that he was her mate. Just that he said something that really pissed her off.

I had to snort back a laugh at that. Poseidon was making Zeus work for his mate and find her amongst the millions of cities on earth along with Candice still remembering a silly thing Zeus told her.

Candice wouldn’t divulge that information, her determination not to repeat what Zeus had said was set in stone. All she’d asked of Poseidon was to remember what the dumb lug nut had said.

Zeus had buried himself.

Poseidon straightened my dress one more time, cupped my face, and left a chaste kiss. “Come, we have visitors.”

Ah, right, Uriel and Lucifer and most likely Loki were in the next room. I bit my lip, slightly embarrassed by our loud noises, but what are you going to do? When I woke up I was a jealous frenzy. I had to let them fuckers know who was Poseidon’s mate.

Poseidon laced his fingers with mine, an act that would always take me back to the memories of our early courting. Was it really just a month ago?

We both walked barefoot to the door, my room no longer had the bare minimum of furniture. It now held a beautiful canopy bed, sheer material hanging about the room, tiny sandwiches, snacks of all kinds, and an abundance of wine, tea, and ambrosia.

The floor was now dry; Poseidon still controlled the water, while I just controlled the plants. He could evaporate the entire room with just a thought, and the rest of the house was dry as a bone.

But the carpets, gosh, the carpets that now laid on the worn wooden floor were extravagant. They were colorful and soft. We stepped into the living room, it wasn’t the same living room I remembered.

It was large, filled with decorative pillows, and more of the sheer material that hung on the walls and ceiling. The kitchen was large enough for any luxury restaurant, and the living room held not only a large area for seating but an exorbitant amount of people, gods.

“Oh, my,” I breathed, still taking in the sight.

Poseidon’s face flushed red, his hand rubbing up and down his beard as we entered.

Loki was lounging on a large pillow, his face buried in a hand-held video game. Uriel was perched on Lucifer’s lap on a kitchen stool, eating ice cream from a bowl. The others, I wasn’t sure who I was looking at.

“Holy shit, well, at least I know you found her clit!” An overly muscular man wearing nothing, but black jeans and a tight muscle tee rose from his lounging position.

He smiled wildly and approached us both.

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