Page 73 of Sinful Hearts

No one else. No other girls.

Just me.

Me and my secret sin.

The loud knock on my office door sends my heart into my throat.

…And my thumb fuckingdouble-tappingthe picture of Hades I’ve been drooling over.

Mother.FUCK.

My face goes white as I stare at the solid red heart icon. Crap, I don’t evenfollowHades. As far as I know, he doesn’t even know I’m on Instagram at all, let alone creeping his pictures.

And I just “liked” one of the hottest pics on his feed, which was posted like fifteen months ago.

Holycringe.

I could unlike it, but he’ll still get the notification. Groaning, I close the app and drop the phone on my desk before my eyes drag up to the door.

“Yeah? I’m still working in—”

The door opens, and I turn to stone.

I was ashen enough for “liking” Hades’ abs. When Pascha walks into my office at ten-fifteen at night, I go white with fear.

He smiles cruelly as he steps in, closing the door behind him.

“You’re working late.”

I swallow, feeling my pulse begin to thud heavily in my ears as my throat closes a little.

“What do you want?” I croak.

Pascha’s lips curl up at the corners, as if he’s caught the scent of my fear, and he’s getting off on it. Which might actually be the case.

I shudder and quickly stand as he moves toward my desk.

“I said, what do youwant?”

My nails dig into my palms, trying to keep myself from shaking.

Or running.

“Look, it’s only been a few days. If you want me to find something on the Drakos family, you’re going to need to have a little more patience—”

“That’s not why I’m here.”

He keeps strolling toward me—slowly, unhurried. The fear begins to knot and twist in my stomach, turning my blood to ice.

“I beg your pardon?”

Pascha comes to a stop by my desk, leaning against it casually with that thin, creepy smirk on his face.

“I know what you did, you know.”

My brows knit. My jaw clenches tightly, as if to stave off the fear.

“I have no idea what you’re—”

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