Hermes X Percy 소설 & 이야기

My eyebrows shot up as I brought my gaze to the window. Helena, was it? I think I had encountered a lot of females with that name before. Could she be someone I know? "Her name sounds familiar..." I blurted out. "She's Helena Mendez," he reluctantly said. "The heir of Peridot Fragrance." Peridot Fragrance is an international perfume company. Our agency had done business with them in the past. However, we're now in partnership with another brand that was more successful than theirs. "Oh. I didn't know that you were close with her," I commented while still looking away from Percy.

"He wants to buy lunch. So let’s let him. I’ll have a hamburger with Swiss cheese. And a dark coffee—no sugar." He turns to me, and I freeze. That wasn’t the plan. Not even close. Alex nudges his chin up at me, waiting for me to say something. "Well—" I start, but Hermes cuts me off with a loud exhale. "She’ll have a hamburger too. No pickles. And a large iced Americano. Put a straw in it." My eyes widen as I snap toward him. "Hermes… how did you know my…?" He blinks rapidly, and I watch his eyes dart—thinking. Searching.

“Right? So I took it. Just to see if I could.” “And you could?” “She didn’t have any protections on it. She was so arrogant, she thought no one would dare. It was… disappointingly easy.” “And then?” “She bitched to Zeus. He made me give it back,” Hermes says, waving it off like he got sent to time-out. He’s so animated when he talks, I could watch him forever. I reach for my drink, and my hand brushes his. The sparks shoot straight up my arm, hot and tingling and undeniable.

I liked it. Just as I reached for my second sip of champagne, I felt a hand slide down my arm. I recoiled on instinct, my whole body snapping back like a coiled wire. I turned, my mouth already parting with a snappy, “Do not touch me—” before I managed to rein it in and rearrange my expression into something less… homicidal. “Oh,” I said instead, deadpan. “Hermes. What a surprise.” Standing there, grinning like I was a raffle prize he just won, was Hermes Samson. He was sixty-something, always wore some awful cologne that smelled like burnt cinnamon and cigars, and talked like every woman under forty was a delicate flower blooming just for him.

he yelled at the top of his lungs. While he blustered, Herschel—god knows when he had arrived—was sucking on a tray filled with premium foie gras with the casual abandon of a guy chomping on a bucket of cheap, street-food-grade goose liver. His lips were practically glistening from the dribbling oil as he suckled the remaining liquid on his fingers dry. He only replied after sucking clean all five of his fingers. “Your mates? They’ve all gone to see Xion Hachison.”

He ignored his instinct to just run away and risk his chances with the god of trickery and walked to his closet, bringing out his boxes as he heard Hermes say, "I do not smell Aszül." "Because I do not use it anymore." "Ah," Hermes began to walk around the room. "I suppose the Adonis looking male made you stop." "Leonidas did not make me do anything." "Are you sure? You were always to do anything for that one," Hermes voice sounded like a tease. "But I suppose that is a story for another day and I am sure you know what I am talking about." Loukas did and he hated the fact that Hermes knew that fact about him as well.

Percy then massaged the black crystal ball he was holding, it produced smoke but thank goodness, the smoke didn't seem harmful. "What do you want?!" One Alpha asked. The side of Percy's lips rose before he glanced at me. "I didn't mean to cause a war. Just grant my request and we will leave you, peacefully." "What exactly do you want, Percy?!" Fenris groaned. "Fuck this! Since when did you become Darkesta's dog?" Percy laughed so hard, that it echoed on the whole ground. "Oh mind you," he shrugged, still chuckling. "I am not anyone's dog, Fenris. I am my own master."

I certainly was. Percy was nothing, but gentle. He was slow to undress me, which did nothing to prove his words of being quick. He stood up undressing himself, showing me the toned muscles I didn't know he had. Apparently Percy had gotten a tattoo at some point that he told none of us about. It was a black hole over his heart, leaking black fluid over his chest with small stars and planets inside of it.

If Hermes got caught then all his plans were going to go up in smoke and this was something that Hernandez could not allow, not after all the work he had put in over the past years. He knew Hermes enough to know that he wasn’t just going to keep a low profile at the auction like they had just agreed. If there was someone that had even more ego than Rafael then it was Hermes. If they knew each other well enough then they would most likely like each other because of how similar the both of them were.

Her eyes were filled with nothing but sadness. “I’m not sure but we’ll loss nothing if we observe precautions.” I faced Xyrus. “Xyrus, are you sure that you’re a Harrison? There is no XH in my list, only XY,” I asked in askance. He was taken aback with what I said and it took him some time before responding. There is also no SC and SH among us. Am I wrong? Is the hint just mere speculations? “Yes, I am a Harrison,” he replied firmly. The firmness in his reply just made me doubt him more.