All Chapters of The Demigod Wants Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Pandora's eyebrows rose high at the thought of Kingston's mutterings. She wasn't done with Aceli yet. Her mind was pounded by the mention of a new name, so foreign and so revealing of the pain of the man under her gaze. Pandora gently released each link of Kingston's fingers, trying not to wake the man from his restless sleep. She would return to her room. At least there were still a few hours left to resume the all-too-brief sleep before the morning dawned.***The closed eyelids opened slowly as the ringing of a cell phone jolted the silence between the dimly lit room and its lone occupant. Pandora got up to reach for the cell phone displaying Chris' name as the contact. What was going on and why was Chris suddenly calling her? Pandora kept asking, but she didn't have much time to ignore the voice on her cell phone.[Why are you lying, Panda?].Pandora didn't understand what had happened. She held the flat object away from her face as the rumble of Chris' breathing

"Can we become a very beautiful conjunction in the sky, like the conjunction of venus and the moon?" Anna's voice is just right at a low intonation. Her emotion and soulfulness were very much in place as she delved into the role. The girl held her co-star's face. A scene ends with a simple gesture. Then the red curtain of the stage closed. Pandora clapped her hands in enthusiasm, not realizing that she was pinching a paper with a list of activities next to her arm. After today's rehearsal, tomorrow they would face the culmination of the big project Kingston had given them. Earlier, the man was seen with Mr. Lee at the end of the backstage. No idea where Kingston was now—Pandora was just waiting for Anna to walk up to her. And the girl would ask about the performance presented moments ago. "Finished already? I haven't seen you resting since earlier." Pandora felt a warm embrace on her hip. A masculine scent wafted over her as Kingston's body pressed close. Pandor

"King, what do you want? Why bring me here?" Pandora's tremendous chest thumping highlighted the way Kingston pulled the dangling cloths together. The dressing room, separated only by a red curtain, had trapped the two. The atmosphere was tense. Pandora was even more helpless as she was cornered against the wall. Pandora had very little room to move, especially when Kingston was crushing her body. The hanging costumes added to the situation where they would be in danger if Anna and the other cast members went in to retrieve the costumes. "I hope you haven't forgotten where we are." Pandora pressed against Kingston's chest. Whispering softly reminded the man of his close proximity, occasionally wanting to get rid of the arms that confined her within the limitations of space. "King ...." "They'll probably be here any minute." Pandora caught her breath at the sound of voices outside. Faintly, she understood that her friends were practicing some lines from

The jingling of chains snatched at each other as Pandora made small movements to comprehend the situation from the moment she opened her eyes. Slightly overshadowed by the chaotic feeling, she pulled her arm roughly until the painful friction reminded her of how Pandora's entire body seemed to be crumpled by the impact marks that she couldn't even remember how Kingston had done it. Pandora hissed with a choked breath, examining the multiple bruises on her body, especially on the legs that had been hit hard. She pulled back on her arms—unable to wrest freedom from the chains interconnected between the bed pillars. Had Pandora never really told about the tense bed frame, now the atmosphere became even more so when she had to be shackled like this. About blood ... The painful red color raged violently in Pandora's mind. She realized that someone had changed the cloth. Pandora should still be wearing a blazer, plain white underwear, and cloth pants full of gaudy patches.

Pandora's breath caught in her throat as she immediately looked down, not wanting to meet the angry glint in his spectral eyes. She tightened her fingers on Helios, not caring how the man tried to remove the link that was still attached and might provoke a big melee when Kingston, with a sardonic grin, towered over her, then knelt down to place one of his hands between the wrong decisions Pandora had made. "Is your fiancée me or my subordinate?" There was a wild struggle of tension in Pandora's mind as Kingston asked Helios to leave the room. Pandora was forced to face that damn handsome face as she herself was helpless against the fingers that tugged roughly at her jawbone. Pandora was grateful that she had not yet pinned the pair of green stone-studded rings that were still perfectly sheathed on her ring finger to truly bind Kingston as a fiancé. Kingston himself had never considered Pandora to exist. Pandora shouldn't have to break her skepticism just because he wa