All Chapters of Taming The Psychopath Nextdoor : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

HERAIAH ‘HERA’ BAUTISTAMy eyes were barely open, heavy with a weariness that seeped into every muscle. Two hours had dragged by, yet Zeus kept firing questions my way—bursting with energy like he’d slept all day just to save it up for this.I’d curled away from him ages ago, telling him over and over that I was about to pass out. But every time I drifted close to sleep, his voice would pull me back. Now I was fighting to stay awake, slurring my responses through a thick fog of exhaustion.“Is it really true, Hera?” he asked—for the twentieth time. “I never satisfied you in bed on our honeymoon? Was I really that quick to finish?”Oh God. I should’ve never lied so recklessly. We’d both be asleep by now if I’d kept my mouth shut.It started when he’d asked about our supposed honeymoon—a total fabrication I’d spun to keep him believing my story. And of course, to sell the lie, I’d piled on more falsehoods than I could count.“Yes… your libido was never quite on par with mine, Zeus,” I m

THADDEUS ‘ZEUS’ VITALEA steady beeping pulled me from sleep. I could sense someone else in the room—and it wasn’t my wife.My eyes remained shut as I took stock of my body. Needles and lines were taped to my hands and arms again, just like the night I’d first woken up with no memory of who I was.“What are you doing here?” I said, still not opening my eyes.A low chuckle rumbled from across the room. “Your wife called me. Said you were out last night and got hurt—so I’m here to patch you up.”That got me to open my eyes. The room was dim, heavy with silence, lit only by the glow of small monitors. I turned toward the voice: a man stood by the bed, preparing a syringe he clearly intended to push into my arm.“What’s that for?” I asked.“For your body—helps you heal faster.” He met my gaze, his fingers wrapping around my arm. “I’m sure you want to put Hera’s mind at ease, don’t you? Get better so you two can finally live normally.” His tone was serious, layered with unspoken meaning.B

HERAIAH “HERA” BAUTISTA“How do I—oh God, I don’t know how,” I stammered, my palm closing around him. The weight of it surprised me, solid and warm against my skin.I stayed on my knees, fingers trembling at the base of his length, but didn’t pull back. One wrong move and he’d turn suspicious again. I couldn’t let that happen.When I looked up, his charcoal eyes caught the light, sharp and focused on me. His lips were pressed between his teeth, the line of his jaw tight as he held back sounds I could almost feel in the air between us.Why him? Not just the Greek god looks, though the planes of his face, the thick fall of his hair, made it hard to think straight. But that wasn’t the point. The point was I had no idea what came next.“You did this on our honeymoon, didn’t you? Only a year, and you’ve already forgotten?” His voice was soft, but it landed like a stone in still water. I shook my head so fast my hair brushed my cheeks.Shit. This is exactly what I feared.I forced a smile,