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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “shoe”.
**Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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He didn’t look back as he crossed the short hallway outside his bedroom in a couple of strides then descended the open air staircase to the main floor of his home. He continued through the house until he reached the door of the garage. He fought back a small smile as he crouched down to tug one shoe on then the other. By the commotion coming from upstairs, Khalil and Deirdre were more than ready to witness for themselves if what he said was true.
He rose until he was standing straight and turned, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He sniggered to himself. His lovers were all but tumbling down the stairs together as they raced to catch up to him. Deirdre was dressed from her night out. Khalil barely had his pants up to his butt and they were definitely not fastened yet.
As her foot hit the floor beneath the last step, Deidre pointed at the white vinyl door that Apollo stood before. “You do not have the ancient chariot of Apollo in there,” she accused.
“So you’ve been in my garage?” Apollo challenged.
“Then you don’t know what’s in there.”
She spun at Khalil, who was beside her and out of breath. “Have you been in there?”
“No,” he admitted.
“Then how do you know he’s a god?”
“He sensed me like he sensed you,” Apollo answered for the jinn.
There was a silence filled pause in the room before Khalil spoke. “It didn’t exactly happen like that.”
Deidre scowled at Khalil. “Then how do you know?”
As much as that question was now piquing Apollo’s curiosity as well, he didn’t have time to debate it with the jinn. If he didn’t get his ass in gear, Artemis would tear down the front door then tear into him. It wasn’t the way he wanted his twin sister to meet these two. “I'vd got to go to work. Do you want to see what is behind door number one or not?”
They answered in unison. “Yes.”
“Fantastic.” Apollo reached for the doorknob and twisted it, shoving it open with his shoulder a second later. He didn’t have to turn on the light. The illumination from the vehicles inside took care of that.
He stepped down the cement stairs that led to the garage floor to give them a better look. Just a few feet from him was his sports car, the one he drove everyday as he led the sun from one point to another.
Behind it, covered in a fine layer of dust, was his chariot. Zeus ordered him to leave it behind on Olympus. Fuck that. He wasn’t about to part with his baby. He’d been behind the reins of the beauty for thousands of years. What the old man didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.