Eros Ramazzotti I pace my bedroom floor restlessly. I was glad the hooker came by when Athena wasn’t around. It wouldn’t have been a disaster, a huge one. And why the Fuck will mamisso send a hooker as a gift... That was not what he was expecting and where the fuck is Athena now? I’ve already searched for her around the hotel, the restaurant, the breakfast room, the gym , to the conference hall, the room upstairs and even where all the other PA gather to do their clerical work, the swimming pool, and she's no where to be seen. Fear and anxiety crawled up his spine. Heading to the bar for a drink, which hopefully will help clear his head. I decide to go down to the bar, first. I head out to the elevator, and make my way to the closest drinking hole. I stop mid-step at the entrance of the bar. Magnus was at the bar, sitting next to Athena and too fucking close, damnit. I don’t like this. As I watch in stunned disbelief, the asshole slides an arm around her. My blood starts to boil. “
Eros Ramazzotti I can see her fighting back the urge to break down. I stare at her in astonishment. How would she even know about that? Was she in her room all day? Spying on me? Not that I have a problem with that. It tells me that she really was thinking about me. I guess the woman had been dressed fairly whorish. It wouldn’t take a detective to figure out what she was. Usually, this sort of misunderstanding would be funny, but right now, it’s not because Athena looks like she’s about to burst a gut. “How do you know about her?” I ask. “I ran into her when she was sneaking out, or whatever the hell she was doing. That’s why I was down there drinking in the first place. Magnus came out of nowhere, and he was being nice. He wasn’t hitting on me.” “You’ve got it all wrong,” I explain. “I’ve got what wrong, Eros?” Suddenly, she sounds exhausted. “I didn’t sleep with her. I met one of our clients from the other night?” “Ugh,” she groans. “Was he in here, too?” “No, thank God,” I s
Athena RamirezEros had called me that he would like for us to talk. This might be the end, It’s the last day of our stay here and I don't think I'll be able to do this, even the secretary charade I won't be able to continue it when we get back to the states. I can’t be his assistant if he can’t even respect me enough to tell me his feelings. He can’t just keep stringing me along until he’s ready to make up his mind about me.I know he has feelings for me. Maybe not love, but certainly some sort of affection and desire for me. But the fact that he won’t tell me bothers me. It’s like he’s ashamed he has feelings for me, and I think that part hurts the worst.I stayed up half the night, crying and looking for a new job.I walk into my bathroom, hoping I don’t have to see him for the rest of the day. I don’t want to talk to him. I just want to get through the rest of this trip and go home. I’m so over this entire episode.Before we came on this trip, I wanted to be with him so bad that I
Jace HerondaleThe heart is a strange and amazing muscle and we all can't live or love without it, but most people don't think about it often. We don't think about the steady, faithful organ that beat one hundred thousand times a day. Most people have no idea that a woman’s heartbeat is faster than a man’s by about eight beats per minute, or that its four chambers pumps blood to every cell in the body except for the corneas.Yet it can be a pesky little nuisance at times, Making us feel things we don't want to feel or say and do things we've never planned on. And lately, it has been the source of all my problems. But at this exact moment, the heart isn't what am concerned about. It's a body part further south.Am a sexual man I love vaginas. I really do. But staring into the mouth of one old enough to belong to my grandmother isn't my idea of an exciting evening for me. It's the worst way to spend my evening but it's still my job.“Everything looks good, Mrs. Robinson.” Snapping off t
Hera Lightwood My palms are sweaty, legs giddy as streams of excitement rush and fill my lungs, my face pressed against the cool glass of the window as the taxi slows down in front of the biggest building I've ever seen. I tip my head back as far as I can, and I can just barely see the top. It must have twenty stories, maybe more. I've never seen anything like it before.Back home, you can look out for miles in any direction and only see rolling fields, cows, and crops of corn. The center of town is made up of a few mom-and-pop shops. There’s the grocery store, the drug store, a small library, a coffee shop and bakery. There's one elementary school, and one high school that houses every child aged twelve to eighteen. It's a small town where everybody knows everybody and being in the moment and far away from home makes me realize how far have gone from that country life ..I feel like I'm on another dimension entirely. I've seen images of the big city in magazines and movies over the
Jace Herondale“So, let me get this straight. You're saying that you might not be able to control yourself around me? Huh! Am I getting that right?”I say grinning, the pleasure of seeing her face go red Infront of me sends blood rushing through my groin..I hold back my smirk, giving her a deadpan stare.Hera scoffs, her pretty catlike green eyes exploding open as she exclaims “What? No! That's not what I'm saying at all.” Her cheeks flush radiating the sexiest shade of red, and her hands are wrangling each other at her waist.“I'm pretty sure that's exactly what you mean” I say arrogantly as I walk past her, purposely brushing the side of her arm with my shoulder. “I mean, honestly, I can't be responsible for what you try to do.”I whisper huskily as I open the fridge, completely aware of the shock and embarrassment on her face.Taunting her and seeing the embarrassment mixed with desire in her eyes seems to be my new found hobby!!She's staring at me like I'm insane for even mention
Jace HerondaleAt the mall, I’d stocked up on socks, underwear, jeans, and some long-sleeved pullovers. I grabbed a second pair of shoes too. When my place was ransacked by that crazy maniac I’d been at class, which meant my only surviving possessions had been the clothes on my back, plus my backpack and laptop. Friends had loaned me things, and although the insurance check hasn't come in yet, so it's time to restock with essentials.I went to a mega-center, one of those places open twenty-four hours, and I got some pillows, sheets, towels, shampoo, bodywash, a couple of disposable razors, and a new electric toothbrush. As I walked by a display of fresh flowers, an idea struck me. I picked up a big bouquet of wildflowers, then headed off... Tossing a package of chocolates and treats in my cart, I grinned wryly. Maybe this was all part of being a good roommate. Then again, maybe I wanted to fuck her more than I want to admit to myself. Shaking the thoughts away, I headed off to the ch
Hera LightwoodI can't, I just can't with this guy.I'm standing in my new room, my hands on my hips with my heart still pounding and beating rapidly inside my chest. It's a strange mix of desire and anger. I'm not sure what to do with it.It's just day One....One freaking day with him!And am already feeling this way, why did I suddenly have the urge to go pee?”I thought to myself mentally groaning as i dragged my hair out of my head frustratingly..Which by the way hurts like hell...Jace, Jace.....I still don't know which word to use to describe him yet!!!Day one and already nothing is going as planned. I thought a lot of different things about doing this, and now I'm questioning all of it.How the hell am I going to survive with this guy here for lord knows how long? Especially if it turns out gray jogging pants and him being practically naked are his everyday attire. I'll never be able to look at him without my eyes wanting to drop to the bulge between his legs.I run open pal