Athena's Pov

He gets up with me still in his arms and walks to the bed. Gently setting me down, he starts working on the duvet but I stop him.

“Get this sweatpants off, they're like ten sizes bigger and it's irritating.” I whine.

Tristan always pampers me so I get away with acting like a baby. But I don't do it so often, only when I'm stressed or all my energy is drained out.

Since last night my brain and body has worked up and all I want now is for someone to take care of me. And who better than the guy who genuinely loves to spoil me.

He leaves the duvet and moves towards me. Placing one knee on the bed, he leans forward and grabs the knot of my sweatpants to take it off.

I wait as he does so and lift my butt to help him remove my bottoms. He’s helped my drunk ass change a thousand times and each time he’s kept my underwear on and safely put me to bed.

It's not a big deal for me to strip in front of a guy but I haven't gone completely naked in front of Tristan. Though I asked him to see me without anything on so he could tell me if I look ugly but he refused. And instead started lecturing me to appreciate my body because I'm perfect and anyone who tells me otherwise is lying.

In short: I trust him with my life.

He’s proved everyday that he’s the best choice I ever made. I don't want any other friends as long as I have Tristan. He’s perfect.

I don't mind him touching me anywhere or removing my clothes but I know if I ever try anything on him, he’ll pull away. He won't ever let me closer than we are.

Not that I want to.

And even if I wanted to, why would a guy like Tristan want a slut to take his virginity?

I'm too filthy for him.

And we're better as we are. I like to have atleast one person in my life who isn't with me in the hopes to one day fuck me.

I lie down once the uncomfortable thing is off me. Tristan refused to take a peek at me and tucks me in the comforter.

“That sweatpants must be one of those giants’ and I'm pretty sure it has some sort of STDS from them. I'm gonna throw it in their face.”

“How about you just stay a little calmer than usual? It's just about one month.”

He said it to set me at peace. But everytime I think about living with the men I hate something snaps in me. I'm trying to enjoy this lavishness and get the most out of it but I know in the end, this month will eat at the remains of me.

“Whatever.” I dismiss the topic.

“The hoodie looks cool on you.”

I look down at the brown hoodie on me. “Hmm. I'm glad they had the brains to get me something or I'll have to walk the whole way to the dining room with hickeys all over me. I had the hood weirdly wrapped around my neck this whole time to hide my evidence of sin.” I chuckle.

His eyes drop to my neck and he brushes his thumb along one of the marks. “Who was it this time?”

“Jason or Jackson, maybe Johnson, I don't really remember his name but boy he sucked my neck good.” My eyes lit up thinking back to the memory. “I can bet getting fucked by him would’ve been amazing but grandpa called before that.”

“And how old was he?”

“My grandpa? Stappp he’s too old for you, sista.” I joke.

He didn't find it any amusing. “The guy. How old was he?”

“I didn't ask. He looked pretty young. Probably like… early twenties.”

“That's young in your dictionary.” Tristan shook his head disapprovingly.

He knew what happened has already happened so he didn't argue further and left the topic for now.

When I'm with Tristan I wanna tell him about each inconvenience and results of my overthinking so I remember the one I was holding in since this morning.

“The guards and staff saw me with hickeys. I regret not wearing the jacket Ares gave- threw at me because I was pissed at him but now everyone must think I'm a slut. They won't be wrong though but still… I don't like labels.”

His expressions soften at my words. “It doesn't matter what anyone thinks. And once you leave you won't ever have to see them again.”

I nod agreeing to him. “I love oversized clothes but only when they're tops. I hate bottoms.”

“Though you are a bottom.” He points out.

I chuckle and then my eyes furrow. “I never asked, are you a dom or sub?”

“Go to sleep.” He pushed the duvet further onto my face.

I sit up. “No seriously, what do you like? I always tell you about my sex life and preferences but you're always so secretive with me.”

“I tell you everything else in my life.”

“But why can't you discuss sex with me?”

“Shh. Quiet down.” He puts his hand over my mouth. “Those guys are already mad that I came to meet you, don't give them more ideas.”

I remove his hand to speak. “Okay just tell me one thing, how do you imagine your first time?”

“I can tell you who I imagine it with.” He says nonchalantly.

“Funny.” I deadpan.

Tristan always jokes that he has a girl that he fantasizes about but I know he’s just kidding. If there was anyone in his life, I’d know. Whenever he steps out of his house, he’s with me. There's no chance he has a crush and I haven't caught her yet. I'd notice if he ever looked at a girl that’s not me.

“Atleast tell me if it’s missionary or doggy style?” I ask enthusiastically.

“Athena-” I cut him off.

“But your girl would be a virgin so you will have to go missionary.” I said deep in thought.

“She’s not a virgin.” He blurts out.

“You say it like you know her.” I chuckle.

“Um… I'm manifesting someone who's not a virgin.”

“Okay…” That's weird. Every guy I've met so far fantasizes about the opposite. “But what if you fall for someone who is a virgin?”

“I won't.”

“Never knew you had a hatred for virgins.” I give him a weird look.

“I don't.” He looks away. “I’m just saying that virginity doesn't matter to me as long as she likes me back.”

My lips tilt up in a smile. “Aww. You're so cute. Sometimes I just wanna eat you.” And there goes his second kiss of the day.

Tristan blushes as usual but he's saved from his self-created-awkwardness as we hear a knock on the door. Tristan goes to go see who the intruder is and opens the door.

“Yes?” Tristan asks the sexy guard.

“Mr Konstantinos wants you to leave. You’ve stayed past your welcome.” He says.

It's barely been an hour. I can tell Tristan is pissed off. He’s only tolerating this for me. He doesn't want to mess with my housemates and possibly lose the right to meet me anytime he wants as long as I'm here.

“Tell them I'll leave in ten.” The guard left after giving a nod and Tristan closed the door again.

“That's the guard I was telling you about. Gosh he’s so hot and brownie points to him for not paying me any attention because now I want to fuck him more than anything.”

Tristan grimaced. “He’s too old. Must be in his mid thirties.”

“You won't understand. Older men are the trend, Tristan. And didn't you see him? Trimmed beard, sharp eyes, tight shirt tucked in the pants and oh God the two guns strapped at his waist, it's killing me.”

“Athena, don't. He's too old and if they get to know you got involved with their guard —which they will know— it won't end well.”

“That's the thrill of it, darling.” I wink at him but he only blankly stares at me. “I haven't been with a guy this old, it's like collecting a pokemon.”

“Are you serious? You think you're Ash but you're the pokemon in this.”

I know if I say anything further, Tristan will start lecturing me so I decide to change the subject.

“It's their house and their rules so you’ll have to leave soon and we haven't even finished what we were talking about.”

“What do you want me to say to Morpheus?” He asks, sitting down next to me on the bed.

“That I'm mad at him.” I say and take a moment to think. “And I'm also sad and I'm hurt. And very very upset. And I'm never ever talking to him again.”

Tristan nods. “Everything else works but let's just change never ever to a few days?”

“No. My decision is final.” I honestly love being a brat.

“Okay I'll tell him to just give up on you and try to get back with his sons because they clearly love him more to look past a few hiccups.” He shrugs.

“I didn't say that.” I pout and roll to my side facing away from him.

He comes around and sits in front of me. “Then what do you want me to say?”

“Something like… between you and me old man, she's angry but if you keep putting in efforts, getting her what she wants, spoiling her and most importantly show your sons that she matters the most to you, then she might forgive you in the next decade.” I explain the plan that's cooking up in my head.

“Decade seems a bit too long, I'll tell him one week just so he doesn't lose hope.”

“No, I think we should do one month so after we leave from here then everything will be perfect. Grandpa and I will be on talking terms and he’ll never meet his sons again fearing he might lose the privilege.”

He contemplates something and I know he wants me to let grandpa see his sons but he doesn't say that. He knows that's not what I want to hear right now.

“Sounds like a plan.” He says.

“Oh and also, five donuts.” I add.

“You're gonna eat all of that alone, I'm telling him seven.”

“But it's rightfully mine. I should have all seven.”

I like arguing with him. Even if I had gotten five, I would've shared it with him, that's what best friends do. But we have to fight over the terms of any agreement.

“Either we’re getting seven and you're saving two for me or I'm telling him you've already forgiven him and just want attention.”

I throw a pillow at him. “You’re blackmailing me?”

“I very well am.”

“Okay then,” I shrug. “Get seven. I’ll take five and you can have my leftovers, peasant.” I state like a royal.

“Alright, now sleep. I have to go before those devils send someone else for another warning.” He sets the covers back on me perfectly.

“Tristan,” I call out as he finishes tucking me in. “Thank you.” I say genuinely. “I was feeling so lost. I really needed you.” His expressions softened as he kept looking at me. “Thanks for always being there for me.”

“I’ll never leave you. No matter what.” He says and gently pecks my forehead.

Before he leaves the room, I say one last thing because I felt like voicing it. “I owe you one. Not just one but a thousand. I promise if you ever need anything I can give you, it's yours.”

“Don't make promises you might regret, Thena.” He laughs finally leaving and I close my eyes to fill up on some much needed energy before I have to see the men I loathe.