Seven

Olivia had never seen tousled hair look so beautiful on a man. Titan was a direct molding from the Goddess. An intricate creation defined by them.

"You're not deaf, are you?" Titan asked rudely, eyes appraising her from head to toe. "I asked where you are going."

Olivia cleared her throat. "I just wanted to check whether there are any ongoing dinner preparations."

"It's not dinner time yet," Titan responded blankly.

Olivia blinked and then kept quiet, unsure about what to say. Coming downstairs had been a waste of time perhaps she should make her way back…

"Follow me," Titan ordered, interrupting her thoughts.

Olivia stood rooted to the spot, not out of disobedience but because she was slightly apprehensive and angry. Follow him for what? To where? And why? Did he think that just because she was his wife he could order her around? Titan had walked away but his sixth sense had detected that she wasn't following. He looked back at her and needed no words. Olivia's feet responded an