Athena RamirezI went out for a walk on the private beach on the resort and I was on my way back to the hotel. Eros and I haven’t spoken since last night. I had cried myself to sleep last night and I didn't know what to do. But one thing is for sure I still have a job to do. My place as his mistress or fuck buddy or whatever extracurricular position I had held in his life might have been removed but then am still his secretary. At least now realizing it out loud made me aware about the situation.I wonder what he’s doing. Is he thinking about me? Does he feel bad? Probably not. Why would he, after the way he treated me? You don’t treat people that way if you care about them. It’s obvious he doesn’t give a damn about me.The urge to want to talk with him and work something out.I walk into the elevator and ride up to our floor. I step out, and as I’m walking down the hall the door to our suite opens and a local girl with long black hair and a mini skirt steps out. Her heels are at leas
Athena Ramirez"It's all one sided. I never meant anything to him. Nothing but a vessel for his excretion"I say wincing at how cruel and harsh my words her... I feel both humiliated and embarrassed talking about the experience .“No, we aren’t together,” I say with a heavy sigh.He frowns. ‘Why not?”“It’s a long and pathetic story.”“It can’t be worse than the lecture I should be listening to.”I suppose it can’t hurt to talk to him. For some weird reason, he seems to be on my side. “First of all, thank you for trying to help me.” I wrinkle my nose. “By pretending to hit on me.”He nods to acknowledge my gratitude.“As you guessed, I’ve been secretly lusting after Eros since I started working for him now. Finally after 2 years of lusting and crushing on him, never would I ever imagine he would take notice of me but he did and it all started during this trip. I don't know if it's a fortunate event or one of regret now but we kinda started sleeping together. Dinners, everything couples
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
YOU KNOW THOSE DAYS when your own life feels too dull and you just want to get laid by a hot stranger? I’m having one of those days. Most times I ignore the urge and move on, but today I’m indulging myself.The guy who just walked into the bar is drop dead sexy. I’m not the only woman in the room to notice him; two women in business dress at a table close nearby look his way too, and the brunette waitress collecting glasses pauses to give him the once over, and then the twice over. I don’t blame her. He’s not regular hot. Lots of guys are that, but this one has that special something that turns him into an eye magnet. You know what I mean, right? He isn’t necessarily the most classically handsome man in the room, and not usually the loudest, but he’s always the one you’d pick to take home, if you happened to be in the mood to pick a stranger up in a bar.Which, as luck would have it, I am.This isn’t something I do often; very rarely in fact, once a year at most. I kicked work to the
Are you almost ready?”” he asks.“Just about. I need one second.”“For what?” Jace asks as he closes his suitcase.“I told Isabelle I'd call her once we got here.” Jace rolls his eyes and lets his body sluggishly fall to the couch. “Stop it, it'll be quick. I promise,” I say, pouting my bottom lip.“Quick. . . right. You know my sister, nothing is ever quick with her.” Jace spreads out on the couch and pulls the bright orange decorative pillow under his head. “Wake me up when you're done.”I giggle as I pull my phone out and call Isabelle. Pressing the phone to my ear, I look out the window and wait for her to answer. The city is absolutely beautiful.Trees are blooming with big pink flowers all the way down the sidewalk as far as I can see. I can smell the floral scent in the room. The sky is clear and there are people everywhere, enjoying the gorgeous weather.“Finally!” she yells into the phone as she answers. “I thought you guys were dead.”“Dead? We were on a six-hour flight. It'
Hera Lightwood's P.O.V.I should have felt embarrassed being around Jace now. He’d seen me at my worst, and while it had sucked, he’d handled it so professionally that I barely gave it a second thought. And he’d been right. Once I got on the medication, things cleared up quickly, and I was now as good as new.Jace had been so sweet and attentive all week long that I almost didn’t want to burst his illusion that I was still under the weather. We hadn’t spoken of it, which was fine by me. I didn’t think there was a non-awkward way to say, “My vagina’s all better now.” So it was best to not say anything at all.We’d eaten dinner together every night, each of us taking turns at the cooking, and he cleaned up the kitchen while I walked the dog.. We fell into an easy rhythm, watching TV together at night until bedtime, when we hugged and went our separate ways.But tonight, I wasn’t tired. It was half past ten when we’d gone to bed, and I’d been lying here awake for an hour. I knew a cup of
Jace HerondaleJace was kissing me. Deep, drugging kisses that made my toes curl.But then he pressed into me again, pushing my thighs apart, gripping my hips and plunging forward, and I forgot about everything else. The sensation of him entering me was unlike anything else. And the look of determined concentration on his face, like he was almost in pain with how good it felt? I understood that exactly. It was almost too much to bear.His every movement was controlled, each one designed to bring me maximum pleasure. I never wanted this to end.“Has anyone ever fucked you like this?”“No. Never.” That was the honest truth. He was so deep and so possessive, so vocal, commanding my attention and demanding submission. It was like fitting a key into a locked box.Watching his thick length spear me—part me, plunge deep inside and then withdraw, wet with our juices—was almost obscene. When he bottomed out, I ground my hips against his pelvis, lost to the sensation. Isabelle’s brother fucked
Jace Herondale's P.O.V.I woke up with a face full of hair and a massive erection. The hell?Combing back the honey-colored tresses with my fingers, I blinked open one eye and saw that I was still in bed with Hera. I’d fallen asleep listening to her deep, steady breaths, enjoying the closeness long after I should have moved to my own room. It usually took me forever to unwind enough to fall asleep after a shift, but lying there in the darkness and listening to her breathe, I was able to break through the day’s tension and just relax.But what had started innocently, with me on top of the blankets, somehow had ended with me stripped down to my boxer briefs and under the covers with Hera. I had no idea what time it was, only that it was barely daylight. The T-shirt she’d slept in had ridden up to expose her pink cotton panties printed all over with little donuts, complete with colorful sprinkles.A wry smile tugged at my mouth. She was sexy without even trying. Most women weren’t sexy f
Jace HerondaleIt shouldn’t have, but Hera going out on that date really pissed me off. I knew I had little right to be angry; she didn’t owe me anything, and I’d barely even seen her in the week since our near miss.But I couldn’t help the jealous rage that boiled through my veins when I found her on the porch with that guy. And when I thought he’d hurt her? I wanted to pummel his face in. I still didn’t know if it was like she’d claimed, that they’d just bumped heads when he tried to kiss her, but Hera had never lied to me, as far as I knew.On my drive to the hospital, I called to check on Isabelle to check how she was doing. Maybe sooner or later I'll have to tell her about Hera, My life these days consisted of obligations. I worked, slept, hit the gym, studied, checked in on my mom and sister, worked some more. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. I knew there was a purpose, knew there was a reason I was doing this, but fuck, some days it was hard to remember what that reason was.Tonight the
Hera Lightwood's P.O.V.After Isabelle intrusion that night things has been awkward, Isabelle just got back to Boston but she left already saying she's moving to stay with their mother and help run the company. She had business in Boston so she decided to drop by and her spontaneous sweet visit cock blocked Me and her brother. Anyways after that night jace told me we would talk about a redo..But he'll be bombed with work for the next week, I thought be was exaggerating but he hadn’t been lying when he’d said I wouldn’t see much of him this week. It was Thursday and our paths had crossed only twice while he was coming and going. He worked all night at the hospital, then slept all day. We occasionally left each other Post-it notes around the house, silly little things like the strict orders I gave him to stay away from my Chinese leftovers, or the note he’d left letting me know we were out of almond milk but he’d pick up more.While I was busy not seeing Jace, it gave me time to stew o
Hera LightwoodAs I sat there listening to the spray of the shower, my jitters multiplied. Jace was barely ten feet from me, readying himself for our agreed-upon sexual encounter, but now I felt more unsure than ever.Last night when I’d challenged him—called him out on his cocky opinion that after just one night, women fell hopelessly in love with him—I’d felt sexy, brazen, emboldened by the alcohol, spurred on by the illicit undertones of our late-night conversation. Now, stone-cold sober and with nothing to do all day but think it over, I no longer felt fun and flirty. Every negative possible consequence had replayed through my brain for hours.Isabelle would probably never speak to me again if I seduced her brother. Was I really willing to ruin my friendship for a couple of good orgasms? And besides that,. Or rather, I was too young for him. I’d probably disappoint him in the bedroom with a lackluster performance. And what if what he said was true—that he was so amazing in bed, I’
Jace Herondale's P.O.V.Have you decided yet?” Dr. Stinson asked, standing beside me.I looked down at the options again and frowned. Turkey meat loaf or lasagna. If I was going to rock Hera’s world tonight, I wanted to eat light. I didn’t want a stomach full of heavy food to impact my performance.“I might just hit the salad bar,” I said, turning to see if the offerings looked wilted.Dr. Stinson chuckled. “I wasn’t asking if you’d decided on dinner. I meant your specialty. You have a clear talent for setting the opposite sex at ease. You’d make a great women’s care practitioner.”Grabbing a tray from the stack, I followed him to the salad bar. “I’ve been thinking more about, uh . . .”The first thing that jumped into my mind was cardiology. That was what I’d said when Hera had asked. But that was Dr. Stinson’s specialty, and I knew if I said that, he’d start talking my ear off. And I really wanted a break from intense career discussions right now.“Plastic surgery,” I finally blurte