I glanced at the clock hanging above my bed--just past six. Since Adonis asked me out on a date, my nerves hadn’t relaxed since then.
How did I get myself here?
I couldn’t wrap my head around how Adonis, with the reputation of never showing mercy nor compassion, the control devil, had asked me on a date. It wasn’t like him--or at least, the version of him I thought I knew.
Maybe I misjudged him.
I shifted on my feet, running my hands along the fabric of my dress. It was a black, fitted dress that went slightly above my knees. I let my hair fall down my back and wore gold jewelry to illuminate my skin.
I wanted to look powerful and beautiful, but most of all, I wanted Adonis’s eyes to be on me all night.
There was a knock on the door.
I answered it and Genna answered, gazing at me ad
