That night Persephone couldn't sleep, Hades was running through her mind like he was getting paid for it. She couldn't deny that she had a crush on the god, and the thought of it was making her uneasy.
Of all the people she could like, she had to like a much older billionaire playboy who would probably break her heart. There were red flags all over, but Persephone couldn't deny the fact that the quality of the material was top notch.
She grabbed one of the many pillows that were littered all over the bed, and screamed like a little high school girl into it. She then slipped off the bed and walked towards the large windows of her bedroom that faced the main house.
She blushed slightly at the thought of almost kissing Hades earlier that night, what in the world had gotten into her. Persephone kept replaying the entire evening in her mind and before she knew it, her face was as red as a stop sign.