“What a little, childish girl.”

The kind of the gods groaned, his words rumbling on his chest as he grabbed the pair of lacy panties in his hand, that was just hanging on his gearshift, and then shoving it in his pockets.

He texted you then, sending you money.

Go buy more intimates.

And by “intimates”, you know what your sugar daddy wants.

The god then drove back to the penthouse, back to his wife Hera like he just didn’t cheat on her.