Page 68 of Poseidon's Island Flower

We both had secrets, and it was time to share, and I would go first.

“I was your maid.” I blurted.

Wow, way to ease Cy into this one.

Cy’s grip loosened, and it allowed me to stare down at him. I nodded my head and said it again. “I was your maid. I haven’t been, not since I’ve known you, though.” I tapped my lip with my fingers. “Which is odd, but yeah, I was your maid, and you had all those notes all over your room for all the things not to touch–”

He tilted his head in amusement, and his pupils changed into that unnatural eye shape. “And I rolled all over your bed.” I slapped my hand to my forehead. “I couldn’t help it! I picked up the pillow before I saw the note, and then I sniffed your pillow because it was soft and, I don’t know, I had the urge to sniff it. And god, it smelled good.” I rolled my eyes.

Despite his stoic expression, I could see the corners of Cy’s mouth turn up slightly.

“I couldn’t help it. The bed cover was awesome too, so I had to lay on it. I don’t normally do that, in fact your bed was the first I have ever done that to.”

Cy chuckled.

“The same day, you found me in the ocean and when we came into the hotel room, I realized it was you and Zeus that lived there. I automatically thought the alcoholic room was Zeus’s. He seems like a partier–”

Cy still stayed silent.

“So, I guess what I’m trying to say is. I rolled all over your bed. Are you mad?” I fluttered my lashes.

Cy’s face burst into a wide grin, and he shook his head. “No, I am not angry, and I knew it was you. I may also have something to do with you and Candice’s long departure from your job.”

My mouth dropped. “What?”

Cy scratched the back of his head, a blush rushing to his cheeks. “That’s part of what I’m trying to tell you. I could smell your scent on my bed. And I could smell you in the ocean.”

“Smell me? Do I stink? I know I use a lot of cocoa butter sometimes. Wait, you smelled me in the ocean?”

He laughed, pulling me closer. I couldn’t fully relax but being in his arms made it better. His touch was calming, made me happy, but the answers I was receiving weren’t making sense.

“You smell like jasmine and chamomile. It calms me, relaxes me. I crave being around you, Lani. More than you probably know. I have a strong sense of smell. I also have strength and abilities that don’t exactly make me human.”

I gasped. “Oh shit, are you a werewolf?” I whispered. I read enough werewolf novels to know they had special abilities. Strength, smell, and all that, but his ability to be in the water so much, maybe it was something different. “No wait, are you a dolphin, and those dolphins are your friends or something?” I narrowed my eyes.

Cy shook his head, his free hand running down his face. “No, not a dolphin. And my name isn’t exactly Cy.”

Eh, what?

Now Cy wasn’t his real name?

His hands were shaking with nervousness. He didn’t want to tell me. Was he afraid I would leave? I didn’t think I would, not unless he was some serial killer which I don’t think he could be. Then again, you shouldn’t trust the silent ones.

Those were the ones you had to look out for.

I scooted away from him so I could be at eye level. He frowned, his body turning rigid the further away I went. “Let me ask you this.” I put my hand on his arm. “Has your personality changed? Like who you are? Is this the real you that you are showing me, or is it all fake?”

I gripped the blankets that were perfectly placed around the padded flooring. My legs scrunched up, so I had something to hold on to and cover my breasts. As much as I wanted to hold Cy or whatever-the-fuck his name was, he was telling me he wasn’t really,Cy.

I had put so much emotional time and energy into him. I’d started falling for him, hard. The men I’d been with were flings, and I felt nothing as deep as I had for this man. And that scared the hell out of me.

Now he was telling me he wasn’t who he said he was. I thought the secrets he held were just about his family and some past trauma, but his trauma was so deep he had to hide everything from me, like his name? His species?

Holy shit, maybe he’s an alien.

He shook his head, his fists balling at his sides. “No, Lani. I swear to you, this is me.” He placed a hand on his chest. “I have become more of a recluse in the past months. More so than I ever have been. I used to be not completelynormal,but more normal than when you first saw me. I’ve been going through some things. I had become scared and wary of everyone, but since you, I’ve become more like I was. Who I am supposed to be.”

I tilted my head, my eyebrow raising.

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