Page 43 of Gilded Gods

“You fucked your driver,” Apollo says as we enter the club district in Beacon Bay. It’s not a question but a fact. “I see the way he looks at you. Shouldn’t the rules about touching you extend to him, too?”

He’s annoyed.

Interesting.

I don’t respond, and he continues, “I bet your dad would have a coronary if he knew the man he pays to protect his little girl is fucking her behind his back.”

I check to see if the divider is up. Thankfully, I can’t see Constantine through the tinted glass, and he can’t hear us back here with the music on.

“So what if I fucked him?” I get in Apollo’s face, flipping back to bitch mode to protect my bodyguard. “Are you jealous it wasn’t you?”

I immediately regret my last statement. Thankfully, the limo stops at Olympus, so we don’t have to finish this conversation.

ChapterTwenty-Three

APOLLO

The mouthon Ophelia Drakos gets my dick hard. She’s so used to being a boss that she doesn’t think twice about telling me to fuck off. I can see why Ares is obsessed with her. But we have one goal—take down Belen Drakos.

Fucking around with Ophelia is a bad idea and only complicates matters. Besides, she can be a real asset to us. We’ve only lived with the Drakos for two weeks, and already they have exposed the cracks in their foundation. If Belen doesn’t sign over a quarter of Olympus at the end of the month, his daughter might kill him.

I don't put it past her.

Ophelia glares at me as we arrive at Olympus. Her words still linger in my mind, gnawing at me like an annoying pest.

So what if I fucked him? Are you jealous it wasn’t you?

She knows how to push all of our buttons. Of course, I’m jealous of any man who gets the pleasure of making her come.

Not like I will touch her.

But I can watch her with my brothers. They have no problem with my demands and will fuck her however I want.

Anything to make me happy.

Constantine opens the door, tipping his head to the side, gesturing for me to get out. I tap my elbow into his meaty arm as I exit the limo and give him a stern glare.

He gives me a look that says, “I’m watching you.”

I don’t understand why Ophelia is so insecure about her body when she has men ready to kill each other for her. Literally. Ares would gladly fight Constantine to the death for one night with our stepsister.

Out front, a line wraps halfway around the block. The club is two stories high, with rooftop access. In the basement, there’s a members-only sex club with a five-year wait list to join. That’s why Belen conceded to Ophelia. Whatever she’s done to the place has driven up the interest. The girls must be top-notch for wealthy men to pay one million annually.

Constantine rushes ahead of us to open the back door to the club for Ophelia. “After you, Mistress O.”

Mistress O?

Ophelia places her hand on his cheek and smiles, but her eyes are on me. She’s such a brat I want to take her over my knee and spank her. Constantine follows after her, letting the door go so I have to slip inside before it hits me.

Dickhead.

It’s bad enough I got Ares at home laying claim to her. Even Atlas has taken an interest in our stepsister. And now I have to deal with her fucking bodyguard? This girl is going to be more of a problem than I thought.

We stroll down the corridor accented with black walls and gold mirrors. I glimpse Ophelia in the glass, staring at her ass and those thick thighs that look good in black leather pants.

Her heels click on the black-and-gold tiled floor to the last door on the right. Ophelia pushes it open and stops to look at her bodyguard. “Connie, can you pop by the office and get an update from Sam? I need to know how much we’ve taken in tonight?” Constantine nods, and she says, “And can you see if the new girl’s here yet? I want to give her a few pointers before she starts.”

He smiles as she touches his face again. Then he looks at me. “You better watch out for her while I’m gone. No funny business, Mr. Demetriou.”

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