THE MAN CALLED GOD

A WICKED GIFT

Alex opened the door, only to see Hera standing before him in her nightdress. She was carrying an ancient wooden box with intricate designs carved on it.

“My grandfather instructed me to bring this to your room and help you unlock the box. As for the remaining monetary payment, he will transfer it once you give him the account number. You can also receive the payment in stocks or property, just make your choice. That was exactly what he said.” She said and pushed him aside, making her way into the room. Alex rolled his eyes at her over familiarity with him. Well, it was her quarters though, he was in no position to lecture her about propriety or seeking permission before entering someone's space.

He shut the door and turned around, going back to the room. Hera was bent over the bedside table, gingerly letting the box rest on the table. Her milky thighs were exposed briefly, and Alex quickly directed his gaze elsewhere.

“According to grandpa, the foundational treasure can be unlocked w