All Chapters of Athena: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

As soon his eyes drank her figure, his feet took him in her direction. His Italian loafers made no sound on the wooden floor, he had the stealth of a tiger. He was silent as the night. Athena sat on the windowsill, her eyes closed, unknowing of the approaching predator. He knew she was in a deep sleep; there was no pain in them; serenity was apparent on her face, so silent and beautiful. This was a different expression than she had last night. She didn’t sense his presence, which was a good thing. He can see her as much as he wants now. He walked closer, so close to feeling her; the gentle breeze blew on her face. The wind played with her delicate features; her lashes fluttered, casting a shadow on her occipital area. The lashes were too thick, like a curtain hiding sunlight from falling inside, and her plum lips chapped due to her continuous licking; he traced his fingers lightly on it, and a small smile donned his face. She did not move; she must’ve been getting her much-needed slee

It was almost evening when she woke up, and the girl had no sense of time. Again, she seemed to have lost sense of many things these days. “You woke up,” the voice of the guy she hates the most broke her feelings.She said nothing other than covering herself. She realized he had made her sleep naked yet again. “If you want to be in my good graces, Rae, drop that attitude. When I ask you a question, you answer,” he said, sitting next to her and gripping her jaw. Again, Athena said nothing. God knows the girl is stubborn, “I am waiting,” he clutched her thighs in a tight grip, squeezing them.“Don’t make me fuck you, Rae,” he licked her ear lobe, which made her give up unwillingly."Yes,” she responded, not wanting to take another assault on her body. “Good girl, now eat up,” he pushed the plate toward her.His behavior confused Athena beyond measure, more confusing than trigonometry in the 10th grade, she was a great student, but trigonometry was something she could never decipher, jus

Athena’s breath winded, Azazel looked like a demon, but the calmness didn’t fool her as she knew what he was capable of. She didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. In enormous strides, Azazel stood before Athena, and she stumbled back. He slammed her back to the wall, his rage unmatched, “I need an answer, Athena. Why did you do this to my mother?” he asked her, but the girl was taken aback. She couldn’t say anything. “How many times will he keep asking me this?” she is riddled with confusion. “It is because of you I keep getting insulted,” he held her hair in a tight grip, “You landed us in this mess.” His words made her frown. “Why?” he kept repeating it.“Us?” he must be joking if he thinks he is in a mess. It was her who was in a boatload of a hot mess, no it wasn’t a mess, it was a dumpster fire, her life is so fucked up. She could defend herself; she could tell Olivia pushed her into that room, and there was a man there, but didn’t she

Azazel returned home late that night, and his guards bowed to him as soon as he stepped outside the car. He needed her because his head was in some places. He loved returning home these days since a particular object of his desires was residing there. He hated coming home to the States, as his bed was cold, and nights were lonely. Sure, he had been to clubs, fucked countless women to ease his ache of not being inside her slick walls, but not anymore. He could come home now, and she will be waiting for him. He knew Athena must be asleep; from what he understood, she was a go-to-bed early type of girl. He was always used to a quiet house. That is how he kept it back in the States, but now, he loved watching her sleep. He might be called a creep, but watching her brought him peace, a peace he would never have in waking life. After a long, exhausting day, her face was what provided him relief. He walked up to her room, he touched the knob to twist it, but it seemed like she locked it.

Athena’s blood froze at sight, she didn’t expect him to pull this stunt, and before she could say anything, she collapsed on the floor. She felt a cold liquid seep through her veins, she tried getting up, wanting to run away, but her body didn’t want to cooperate. It was as if she was being sent into an induced shock. Azazel put the gun back in his car. The dart stuck in her neck seemed to pump liquid in lower concentrations. Her eyes got heavy, and she was fighting hard against the diazepam flowing through her system, but the drug’s effects were stronger than her willpower. He immediately ran to her, “put the fire out, clear the debris,” he instructed his team, holding Athena in his arms. “You,” she tried to form words, “ha…. How dare…” she trailed off. “Shh, baby girl sleep,” his words made her lose her consciousness, and she fell limp in his arms. He carried her to his car in his arms. Azazel settled in the back seat, her head was on his chest, and his eyes were on her. He s