Sh.it. Damn it. Fu.ck.
"You'll make it stop, right?" Bexley whined as she dragged one set of her nails down my chest. I twitched at the contact, my di.ck hardening instantly. Her scent filled my office, almost like she did it on fu.cking purpose. "You will, right?" She asked as she wiggled around on my lap. "You'll take care of me."
"Where is Poseidon?" I managed to push out through clenched teeth. My hands were gripping her hips, trying to make her stay still.
"Dunno," she replied with a sigh. "He left a while ago. After our fight."
"How come you didn't go find him?" I practically spat, the question coming out much harsher than I intended.
"Because I can't," she said. "He went to his own realm and someone had me spelled so that I can't leave."
I went rigid.
"You know about that?" I
