Apollo

“You’re attracted to her!!” Genesis’s voice echoed off the walls of my office, loud enough to make the windows rattle.

I pressed my fingers to my temple and leaned forward in my chair, already regretting not kicking her out the moment Grace walked away.

“You’re loud,” I muttered, rubbing my head.

“You’re really attracted to that girl,” she said again, slower this time, like her brain couldn’t process the data. “You, Apollo Reed, the man who acts allergic to women.”

She plopped into the seat across from me, eyes still wide. “The last time I heard anything about you being with a woman, it was from the woman herself....