Athena's POVWhen I arrive at Cassian's loft, Hailee looks surprised to see me. “He’s upstairs in his studio,” she says. I head up the stairs and find the door to his studio open, so I don’t need to knock. Cassian doesn’t hear me come in; he’s engrossed in painting with his AirPods on. I could watch him all day—he looks so perfect, so absorbed in his work.I stand there for a few more minutes until he glances up and his face lights up with a deep, genuine smile. The happiness in his eyes makes my heart flutter.“Hey, sorry, I didn’t hear you come in,” he says, setting down his paintbrush and removing his AirPods.“You looked so engrossed, I didn’t want to interrupt,” I reply, pointing at his painting. “What are you working on?”“You’ll see it when I’m done,” he says, his smile widening.Just then, a woman with a thick French accent walks out of the bathroom in a towel that barely covers her. I remember her, she was with him at the auction. My stomach drops and I feel a wave of nausea.
Athena's POVWhen we arrive at my parents' house, my anxiety peaks to the point where I feel like I might throw up.“Hey, hey, you’re okay. Everything is fine. I’m here, and I’m not leaving you alone,” Cassian says reassuringly until my breathing steadies.As we get out of the car, I notice Cassian holding a bouquet of white roses—my mother’s favorite—and a bottle of bourbon—my father’s favorite. I can’t help but smile as I watch him. “I told you not to bring anything,” I say, but he just smiles back.“I can’t show up to my in-laws empty-handed,” he replies, just as Melinda, the housekeeper, opens the door with a bright smile.“Miss Castellanos,” she greets me warmly, then looks up at Cassian, standing beside me. “Hello,” she says, and Cassian returns her greeting with a friendly smile.“Where are they?” I ask as we enter the house.“In the living room,” Melinda responds. “I thought it was just you,” she adds. “Let me add a place at the table,” she says with a smile.Just then, my mot
Athena's POVOnce we had driven away, I glanced over at Cassian, who sat beside me, watching me intently. I wanted to apologize for kissing him—we had agreed to be platonic friends, in fact, I had suggested it myself—but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.“So, do you know why the Covingtons and the Castellanos hate each other?” Cassian broke the silence.“I thought you would know,” I replied. “I tried asking my parents, but they wouldn’t tell me anything.”“I don’t know either,” Cassian said. “It goes back to our great-grandparents, though.”“Yeah, I think so,” I agreed with a nod.“Do you want to find out?” Cassian asked.“Are you kidding? Of course,” I said.“Okay, good. I know where we should look,” Cassian said. He then instructed the driver to take us somewhere.A few minutes later, we were in the Upper East Side, parked at the curb of a grand building. Cassian grabbed the food takeaway bags while the driver opened the door for us.“We can eat as we look,” Cassian said as w
Athena's POVI arrived at work early, eager to get the meeting I had asked Pamela, my P.A., to move up so I could get it out of the way. The plan was simple: handle business, then move on with my day. But as I walked into my office, I stopped in my tracks.My father was sitting there, waiting for me.“Daddy, good morning,” I said, forcing a smile, pretending everything was fine, as if we hadn’t had a huge argument last night.“So, you're talking to me now?” he asked, his voice calm but sharp as he handed me a cup of coffee.“If you're here to tell me to break up with Cassian, it's not happening,” I said firmly, my fingers instinctively brushing the engagement ring on my finger. The ring that Cassian had given me.His eyes followed the motion, a frown creeping across his face before he forced a smile. "Actually, I'm here to say that if you want to be with the Covington boy, I won't stop you."“What?” I asked, confused by the sudden shift.“Yeah.” He smiled again, but it didn’t reach hi
Athena's POVI have to be constantly obsessed with something, whether it's a person, a tv show, music or a book otherwise I feel no drive to live. Honestly it keeps me going.Today is one of those days, I feel no drive to live not that I want to die. I just don't feel any motivation to be alive.I turned 18 today. It's something to be excited about. I woke up excited. But my mood just went from a 100 to a 5 in a space of 5 minutes.I spent the first part of my day with my friends celebrating, and now here I am outside Nicky's beach house alone and cold wondering how everything went downhill.I might sound insane saying this but I have in love with Nicholas since first grade when he asked me for my KitKat during recess.I wasn't allowed to date during high school my dad being the overprotective dad that he is but that didn't stop me from having a secret relationship with Nicky.Oh and by the way our famlies hate each other, so definately a secret relationship.He has been my best frien
5 YEARS LATER....Athena's POVAlot of 23 year olds like me don't know what to do with their lives and I think that's okay, 23 is still very young. My parents though, seem to judge me on it which is why immediately after I graduated from college and after my masters over a year ago I ran away to Europe. On the pretense working with my aunt on various charitable and NGOs she works with, I did work a little but also spent most of my time traveling. My Aunt Iris is my Father's step sister. But now I'm back. On the request of my father. "Athena," he said my name sternly when I received his call almost 2 months ago. "When are you coming back home? Haven't you spent enough time gallivanting around Europe and spending my money." It's his money when I'm doing something he doesn't approve but if it's something he approves it's our money, 'my legacy' he calls it. Also I got a huge sizable trust from grandfather which i won't be able to access till I turn 25 which I can't wait to access so I
Athena's POVWe're in the water it's cold. He has his arms wrapped around me though, I feel so safe with him. He is touching me. I want his fingers everywhere. The space between my legs throbs, I want him touching me there."Touch me," I begged him. My fantasy was interrupted by the buzz of my alarm on my bedside table. Another dream about my mystery guy, apparently I have those all the time now. It's been 5 years, why can't I forget about him, I need to forget about him.Having an erotic dream about a mystery guy from 5 years ago was about the stupidest, most embarrassing, and confusing thing that had ever happened to me. But the impression of the dream, the heat and darkness and clutch-and-slide, lingered in the corner of my mind. It was the first time I'd ever been sexually attracted to a man I didn't know. How was that possible? But here I was, lusting after a stranger. I get up grudgingly to get ready for work."So, what are your plans for this weekend?" Jess my friend asks.
Athena's POVI'm going on a date with Nick today. You know the excitement of going on a date with a guy you like, all giddy and nervous? Well, I don't feel anything. If anything, I feel like cancelling, why the hell do I feel like I'm torturing myself.Jess is here watching me put on makeup. "Promise me you'll have sex tonight." She says and I roll my eyes at her. "I'm not promising anything." I say. "I don't even know where he's taking me or what we're doing." I add and it's her turn to roll her eyes. "Excuses excuses, at least have fun tonight, Tee." She says. "You used to be fun." She adds and that stings a little, but I don't say anything to her. I pull out a mid thigh skirt and a crop top to wear. Nick had not specified what we're doing so I'm going for a more casual look. When I'm fully dressed I stare myself in the mirror, I look hot, beautiful but my eyes there's something in them that I don't recognize. Maybe sadness or something. I take a deep breath at the same time a