PIERRE POV “So what do I pack for this thing? Shorts? Guns? Swords? Do I like, to draft my own map and carry it with me or?” My voice rang around my small cozy room back at the frat house as I eyed the crapload of clothes spread all over my bed, some decorating the carpeted floor and ready to be rolled up and packed. As for why the Z4 chose December as the perfect month for a treasure hunt was still beyond me. It was cold, so Fuckin’ cold that being out of the house for a few minutes only gave me some serious frostbite that could lead to me losing my fingers and hands, and they thought it would be perfect to frolic through the mountain buried in the snow searching for chocolate bunnies wrapped in cute little wraps. Great. Just Fuckin’ great. If it weren’t for Sebastian, I wouldn’t even be going there, let alone even think about it. "Take some heavy clothes. Sweaters, jackets…” the smooth rasp of his voice electrocuted my ear just as he wormed his arms to my sides from behind and
PIERRE POV I was beginning to think Poseidon was a punishment created by the almighty exclusively for me. He had to seriously be a demon straight from me, or some weapon forged to strike me down many times before finally tearing me for the last time and straight to death. This had to be karma for the sins I committed in my previous life. And it was just too much.The Boston Inner Harbor was bustling with people who were buoyant with the coming cruise. I could feel a spark of current frizzling through the air as everyone prattled about this and that, creating a soft hum of distraction that washed all over me harmoniously. Even with everyone around, I still felt his unbothered gaze on me. Penetrating through the weak core of my calm farcade. It was an annoying consciousness that followed me whenever I moved, sat down, or turned around; his eyes never left me. I knew it was his eyes on me and not Sebastian’s because of the way my skin buzzed with a cool sensation. While Sebastian’s ey
PIERRE POVOkay.Maybe something should have prepared me for the beauty I found at the sight before my eyes. Cruising the Atlantic in the world’s most luxurious ship with one person who always brought out the best in me was one thing. But seeing the place he called his, taking in the opulence and vastness of it all, made my chest balloon with a vigorous sense of pride I didn’t know the origins. I swear I didn’t even know where all that vigor brewed from, but I had the stupidest grin on my face. And it was the most beautiful feeling ever.When they mentioned an island, the idiot in me pictured a small land perched in the middle of the blue ocean, white sandy beaches far, far away from civilization, a small hut roofed with palm leaves and coconut trees all over the place. Nothing really out of the ordinary. After all, the place couldn't possibly be inhabited on daily basis. And while the first part of my little analysis was not far from the truth and human mind capability, it felt utte
PIERRE POVWe had not even unpacked our bags yet when the entire island boomed with the sound of vigor.I was actually stunned by just how lively everyone seemed to be. I was so beaten up by that little ride on the water that I felt like I could lie down for a little before I did all the things, considering the kind of comfort and relaxation that swooped through the air in our little hut. At this point, I figured I shouldn’t be any more shocked by any revelation about the wealth surrounding the Z4. Although my guy mentioned that the island was his, a gift he received for his 16th birthday, he still forgot to mention that there was an actual resort on the island, and he was making more money than everybody I have ever known while he was still a high school student. Yahp! He was not even in his 20s yet, but his net worth was 10 times mine, and it would cost me at least 7 lives to get to the point he was at. And don’t forget that he was the heir to a multi-billion company that manufact
PIERRE POVLater that night, we sat in one of the VIP lounges not far from the amphitheater where everyone was going wild. My hands tickled from holding expensive items the rest of the evening and covering them with gift wrappers while listening to the soft timbers of the Z4 and the rest of the squad. As usual, I was snuggled in his hold, except this time, I was sitting between his parted legs on the floor, my back against his chest and his propped knees the cage of my happiness. His hands were a gentle reminder of his presence as he kept running them up and down the length of my torso while engaged deep in conversation with his friends. It was a cozy evening, and everything was just so light and unconcentrated. Some of the girls, Elon and Romeo’s fresh arm candies sat in an arch in front of me, drinks by their sides as we silently worked. The three girls (two of them being Romeo's) were reserved, just like me, and I found them easier to hang around with than the she-devil perched
PIERRE POVThe night seemed both an eternity and a millisecond. I lay awake the rest of the night, my mind replaying my life choices and endless possibilities that can pull me out of this calamity I gracefully landed myself into. For the millionth time, I found myself chanting inwardly of how much I was better off without Poseidon and all he came pulling on his trail.Sebastian’s presence was a living thing besides me, and it was the soothing sensation that made the night less lonely and bearable. The sound of his calm breathing was like one of rain, his scent an elixir that seemed to provide me with ultimate peace. Of all the things I loved, the fact that he sought me out even in his sleep was top-tier. I loved how he would unconsciously search the bed for me before pulling me into a small spoon against his front, burying his head into my neck, and exhaling out loud.One thing for sure was that he did many things, but he never made me question my place and worth in his life, unlike
PIERRE POV The middle of the day was upon us when we finally left our huts, armed up and ready for the big hunt. And by armed up, I mean with backpacks and water bottles. Hydration is important, everybody.I stood outside our hut watching groups and groups of people disappearing into the trees covered in winter crisp, the vigor, and laughter evident with a boom in the air. I could feel a vibrant sensation bubbling through me, a different kind of excitement that made it impossible to stand still. I started bouncing on my leg as I impatiently waited for Sebastian to finish gearing up. As more and more seconds ticked by, and I lost my cool:“Baaaaaabe…” I screamed looking over my shoulder before stomping softly. A soft and muffled “coming” was heard before Sebastian emerged from the door wearing a hooded orange puffer jacket with black sweats. He had a cross-body bag strapped inside the jacket, his long thick hair tied up in a man bun. His pale skin and his deadly alluring eyes were j
POSEIDON POVSomething was wrong. I couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but there was something that was quite out of place. You know, that tactile sense of something being utterly wrong, but you don't know what it was. I couldn't quite shake off the feeling and it was unnerving.I have recently felt things I never knew I was capable of feeling, emotions that had me wondering about all the things in this life that could have led me to this moment. It took the greatest amount of soul searching and introspection to come to some ground level and finally agree with myself that I was an A-class asshole. And this time, I meant it. And it’s funny because it took my favorite person hating my guts to come to those terms. And right now I was still battling with the idea of just… letting go. Everyone’s right hey. I don’t deserve Pierre.And as much as I hated to admit it, the truth was staring at me with a big 'i told you so' smirk. And I hated it. I was just about to leave for the hunt