Filthy Gods (American Gods, #0.5)

by R. Scarlett

I had agreed to a summer affair with my boss’s son and biggest rival. A deal with the enemy.

“Bend over, Juliette.” His husky voice echoed in the room. “Experto crede.” Trust the expert.

I fell asleep in a god’s arms.

And for once in my life, I wished someone would see right through my lies. That he would spare me this hurt.

I had fallen for a god and I had to give him up to keep his immortality. The summer was over and so were we.

“I love you, Juliette. And I choose you. I’ll always choose you,” he said, for once—his voice not calm, but filled with so much emotion, I almost drowned.