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Chapter Twenty-Two
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TO: 89082@GMAIL.COM
From: S.Sinclair@goddessisles.com
Subject: An alternative
Hello,
The recent employee you sent is not suitable. Please send the exact opposite...so I can stop making such a goddamn fool out of myself—
Nope.
I punched the delete button over and over until all that remained was a blank message.
I couldn’t even send a fucking email without my lust making me sound like a pussy. I doubted the traffickers would appreciate or sympathize that the girl they’d sent me filled the brief I’d given them far too well, and I’d been in a state of permanent insanity ever since.
They’d just tell me to fuck her and get it out of my system.
Simple.
It’s not fucking simple.
No matter my fucked-up decisions, I wouldn’t break my rules.
For anyone.
I didn’t do weak, and I didn’t do dangerous. And I wasn’t such an egotistical maniac to know where Eleanor Grace was concerned...she was dangerous. I wasn’t on the market for a goddess who had the power to make me forget about work, science, and all the other balls I juggled in my day-to-day life. I didn’t want the mess of the aftermath.
All I wanted was a fuck toy to help relieve some stress.
TO: 89082@gmail.com
From: S.Sinclair@goddessisles.com
Subject: New Addition
Hello,
If your recruitment agency becomes aware of a short, blonde, preferably foreign employee who doesn’t speak much English, and confirm that she is amiable, submissive to authority, and a diligent worker, please advise at your earliest convenience.
The other girl you sent is straight from Hades, and I’m probably going to have to kill her because she’s the first to make me—
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
Sighing hard, I left the email short and to the point. The exact opposite of Jinx would be a frumpy blonde who kept her eyes cast on the floor, her temper non-existent, her obedience in check, and her attractiveness not hardwired to affect me.
Whatever fate Eleanor had found upon my shores was my own affair, not the men who’d sourced her. I didn’t like the thought of killing her just because I had a visceral reaction. I wasn’t cruel without cause—even though humans had no such qualms with slaughterhouses. The methods of death and dismemberment used behind closed doors made me seem like a prince of philanthropy. Therefore, I had to decide if I was going to be a monster or magnanimous.
Eleanor was in sound health. Her value topped any of my current stock. She had plenty of years of servitude in her young body, and it would be a waste to destroy her, all because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants.
So...starting today, I would behave myself.
Starting today, Eleanor fucking Grace would never ask me ‘why her’ again. Instead, she’d be asking why she suddenly meant nothing.
Nothing more than a girl purchased by ill-gotten gains.
A goddess who deserved a safe home, a merciful master, and firm guidelines to keep her world from colliding with mine.