Athena's Pov

This was the perfect opportunity.

I only have three days left in this hell. It's now or never.

Grandpa just went out with two of the Konstantinos brothers, the last is in his office and wouldn't bother to check up on me. If I had to do something risky, this was the time.

I take a last look in the floor length mirror. The baby blue swim set I chose looks perfect. The bra sets my breasts out to be admired with straps going all the way from my chest to shoulder connecting to the strip at the back, secured with a hook. My ass is covered by fabric which lifts from around my curves ending just below the belly button.

All in all, it leaves nothing to imagination.

But everything to be desired.

If this doesn't make Eric fall for me then I don't know what will.

Running a hand through my open hair once again, I blew a breath of nervousness before grabbing the sunscreen and opening the door.

As expected Eric is stationed in the hallway. He was ordered to guard my room the day after I tried sneaking out. Hades might've thought it was a smart move to keep me away from trouble but he only made things easier for me.

“Eric,” I called, stepping out.

The moment he turns towards me, he momentarily pauses. But he didn't drag his gaze down my body, instead he kept them on my face. When he composed himself, he cleared his throat.

“Yes?” He asked nonchalantly.

“Um I'm gonna go for a swim, I was wondering if you could put some sunscreen on my back?” I asked biting my lips to hopefully lure him in.

“I don't think boss would like that.”

“They're not home.” I half lied. “Grandpa isn't either.”

Eric knows only grandpa comes to see what I'm up to. So if he's not here, I'm basically all alone. No one would ever know our secret —if we did go through with my plan.

“Are you sure you need my help?” He asks, looking directly into my eyes.

I know between the two of us, he’s the one who doesn't hold any attraction towards the other but still his question sounded like he's assessing if I'm serious about what I’m offering.

“Without a doubt.”

He nods and walks towards me. My heart races with each step he takes towards me. When he's close enough, he gestures me to get in the room.

For a split second the fear tries to change my mind but I don't let it. It's gonna be good, I know that. I want him. I want the satisfaction of having him.

He follows after me as I step inside. “Do you want the door open or closed?”

Suddenly I was so conscious of what I've just done. It felt wrong. I had to fist my hands at the back to stay calm and answer him.

“Closed.”

He did as told and even twisted the lock.

Fuck!

I had a thousand doubts but now I know he’s getting what I'm hinting at. But I'm still not sure if he wants that. If the lock was a sign then I'm definitely getting some meat today.

I tried to not let the uncertainty show on my face. “I'll lay down.” When I realized it sounds sort of weird, I added. “So you can put the sunscreen on.”

He didn't say anything and simply grabbed the sunscreen from my hand. I quietly went and laid down on the bed. Since I was on my stomach, I couldn't see his face and it was so embarrassing to wait for him in this position.

My toes curled in anticipation as he approached me. I was expecting him to stand by the bed —as he didn't like getting closer to me— but my breath hitched when he placed his knee beside me.

This is scary. It was so nerve-wracking. The oldest I've ever slept with was Richard, he was twenty-six. But Eric is thirty five; a year older than my sperm donor.

He said his wife couldn’t keep up with him and I proudly said I could take a man like him. I’m mentally prepared to get hurt but I'm scared if he likes it too rough.

Both of his knees are placed on either side of me as I lay under him. Even if I want to back off, it's really too late. He might get angry if I deny him now.

I hear him taking off the cap from the bottle and he drops it next to me. His knuckles lightly brush on my spine like he's teasing me. I gulp and try not to squirm from the weird feeling setting in me.

He squirts some cream on his hand and rubs his hands together before gently placing them on my back. The cream felt cold but his warm huge hands were perfect. He almost gave me a massage as he applied it all the way from my neck to the hem of my panties.

He wasn't just chasing to discard my clothes, he was actually doing what I had asked of him. Because he cared enough to give me what I wanted before taking what I would reward him with.

My eyes were closed as he soothingly ran his hands on my back. I was falling asleep, completely forgetting what I had called him here for.

He must've seen me getting off track because he hooked his finger under the strap of my bra and said in his deep voice, “This is getting in the way.”

I knew what this meant. He wanted it off. I wasn't exactly ready to strip the whole thing just yet. I wanted to see if he really wants it or am I catching the wrong signals.

I'm scared one day I'll push a guy too far when he wouldn't want it. So I make sure we do it when he agrees to it. That's the reason why I avoid sleeping with drunk dudes.

I brought my hands back and unhooked the bra but didn't take the whole thing off. If he backs off later, at least I could get up from the bed without flashing him.

“You have a soft body.” He comments.

I blushed so hard that I could win the competition for the best tomato. “Thanks.”

“You have enough sunscreen on your back that you won't even need reapplying.” He says with slight humor in his voice.

I was thinking of a way to stop him from leaving when he leaned down towards my ear and whispered seductively. “Unless you want a massage, my job here is done.”

“I don't mind.” I whisper.

“Good choice.” He whispers back as he slowly rubs my sides.

His hands didn't stay on the designated path anymore. As he pushed the straps aside, his hands dipped closer to the sides of my breasts. His fingers even brushed slightly under my panties.

“Your hair is really pretty.” He compliments running a hand through them then wrapping it around his hand for a moment.

He continued massaging my shoulders and arms and all the tension in my body eazed. It felt so good. It was more relaxing than sexual. If I could choose, I wouldn’t want him to ever stop. But I knew I was expected to do something in return. Nothing is free in this world. And I wasn't blind to reality.

“Have you let other men do this for you?” He asked as his hand went near my ass in the process of massaging my legs.

“A few.”

Men loved giving me a massage because it always led to sex. Sometimes I would ask for it myself because at least I get to enjoy the foreplay then, otherwise most of them just skip on it.

He just hummed to my answer. “Turn around. Let me massage the front.”

It is happening now. There was no going back. But even with my experience I still felt I wouldn't do a good job and he would be disappointed. I really wanted to make him happy.

If I don't satisfy him, he won't care for me.

I mumbled an ‘okay’ and turned around still caged between his thighs, under him. When I saw his face, he was more relaxed than I had ever seen him but there was a clench in his jaw like he's holding himself back.

For the first time since we met, his eyes dropped to look at my chest. It was hidden by a bra which wasn't even hooked anymore. It would be so easy to take it off now and I won't stop him.

“Didn't realize you had a woman's body.”

“I get that a lot.”

With full breasts, curves and a good height, I usually get appreciated for a woman like body. But what’s the favorite part for most men is that I still have a baby face. They love looking at it as they fuck me.

“Who's out there complimenting you on such a perfect body?” He asked, slowly dragging his finger from my arm to the back of my hand.

“Men.” I whisper as he leans down.

“Let me tell you, they weren't lying.” He leans further down towards my face and my breathing gets uneven. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

With that, his lips descend on mine. It happens so fast that it takes me a moment to register it and finally slip one hand to his hair as the other goes to his shoulder.

I try matching the pace he's set but I couldn't as he starts devouring me like a hungry beast. He didn't even give me time to breathe as his mouth completely covered mine.

His stumble tickles me and I imagine it between my legs doing the same thing; licking and sucking —but I don't know if he'll be up for that.

The sensation dips down and I feel it between my legs. If he continues this for another few minutes, I can guarantee he’ll find me dripping.

When he finally pulls back to catch his own breath, he grabs my hand and presses it against his rock hard length which I can feel through his pants.

“Daddy's so ready to devour your little p^ssy. Can you take all of me?”

I've never liked calling men daddy —doesn’t mean I haven't done it. It's always been something I find gross because I can't even imagine using that term in a sexual context.

“Yes.” I whisper, still breathless from the kiss.

“That's a good girl.” My heart does a flip at that.

Maybe he knows the effect his words just had on me because he smiles then starts rubbing my hand harder on himself as he leans down towards my neck to suck on it.

But suddenly someone twisted the door handle. Four times in half a second.

We both freeze realizing someone is trying to get in. Before Eric could get off me, we hear a thud like the lock has been broken down. And the next moment, the door swings open.

My heart stops as I stare at the person who's just entered. His deadly eyes lock on Eric as he sees him getting off me and back to his feet. I stood up as well and in the midst of the panic, I somehow managed to clamp my bra back.

The situation was so messed up. I was still standing in just my swimsuit, caught red-handed with a guy double my age in a locked room. Anyone could guess what we were up to and the guy in front of me was smart enough to understand that.

I still tried to think of some excuse but all words vanished as I saw the gun in his hand. My eyes widen thinking it's my last day on the planet.

“How dare you touch my daughter!” He yelled in full rage.

I flinched hard but managed to say, “It's not what it looks like.” I wished I could calm him down with words. How oblivious I was —stupid actually.

Eric saw it before me and immediately tried taking out his own gun strapped at the waist but it was too late. A bullet went directly between his eyes and within a split second his lifeless body dropped to the ground.

I couldn't even scream at this point. I just kept staring at the dead body as my hands started shaking and I waited for the next bullet to come for me.