Page 13 of Hades’ Revenge

As I asked questions and he gave vague answers, he swam around me. Every time I spun around to face him, he swiftly glided out of my sight.

“Were you fighting about business?” I swam to the side of the pool and held on to give my legs a break.

“What do you know about your father’s business?”

“Enough to know I shouldn’t ask questions about it.”

Of course, the fact that I wasn’t supposed to ask about where my father’s money came from never stopped my inquisitive side. I began researching him at a young age. Most of the stuff I found online didn’t portray my family in the best light, but he was still my father.

“We had a disagreement over something that had to do with his business.” He met me by the side of the pool and stood in front of me. We weren’t deep enough for the water to cover the tops of my breasts, but now that he was this close to me, I didn’t seem to care. “If you want those answers, you’ll have to ask him.”

“I can tell him we met?”

“That’s entirely up to you.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and brought me to him. Skin to skin. Wet, hot, desirable flesh. “What I tell you next, you might not like.”

“I’m not complaining right now.” I draped my arms over his shoulders, no longer resisting the undeniable attraction between us. “You said you knew me as a child.”

“I did.”

That was a little weird, but it wasn’t as if we were talking about a grooming situation or anything inappropriate. Well, unless someone considered what we were doing now inappropriate. It didn’t feel as if it was going to be regrettable. But my father might disagree.

“I don’t remember you,” I said.

“I left when you were almost three, but I wasn’t around much before that. I worked a lot. We didn’t interact on a daily basis.”

“What exactly was your job?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

The mist from the ocean in the distance coated our skin as he drifted us across the pool. His muscles coiled against my body, but I was careful not to shift too much, keeping my legs straight down so our lower halves didn’t come into contact.

“Your father asked something of me when you were born, and I considered it an honor.”

“What was it?”

“He asked me to be your godfather.”

“Oh.” That nagging, little voice inside my head, the one that always spoke the loudest when I was in the middle of jumping headfirst into a catastrophic situation, screamed for me to get out of this pool. “You didn’t, I mean…are you?”

“Your godfather?”

I nodded as I closed my eyes and prayed the answer wasn’t what I feared it would be.

“I am, Capri.”

Now, that’s really weird. But for some strange reason, I still didn’t regret being here.

“My godfather?” Don’t freak out. “That’s a little taboo, isn’t it?”

“What do you know about taboo?”

“Apparently, not enough.” I let go of him and swam to the side of the pool, creating some distance, but he was too quick. The splashes of water sprayed my face as he got closer.

“You are a minnow and I’m a shark.” He pinned me between his body and the tiles of the pool wall. “You came into dangerous water seeking answers to questions that were better left unanswered.”

“I’m skinny-dipping with my godfather. How was I supposed to see that coming?”

“If you weren’t out here playing Scooby-Doo, you wouldn't have had to see it coming. You could have left things alone last night. You didn’t have to come here and unearth a past that I had no interest in revisiting.” He shifted his hips, pushing his very impressive length against my thigh. “You agitated the hornets’ nest. Can you handle what’s about to happen next?”