Chp 1
Annabeth's POV

I tapped my fingers on my glass in my hand as boredom overtook my mind. My firm, friends, family, no boyfriend, car. It all just buzzed around my mind. "You wanna dance?" A guy asked, standing in front of my table in the corner of the room with a sly, slightly drunk expression on his face.

"No." I said, giving a fake smile and returning to my tapping. He went away, number twelve to ask me that this evening. I groaned inwardly and leaned back against the chair I was sitting on.

I don't know why this always happened. I got stuck with boredom, my mind wondering to all the things in my life and how my business is going and how I feel like I really have nothing interesting to do. And relationships never work as I have always been the heart breaker. No one has ever broken up with me, I always broke the heart.

Does that make me heartless? Oh god, I'm losing my mind! I looked at my untouched drink that I had been stirring for way too long that was probably already Luke warm by now. "Can I get you a drink?" Another drunk guy asked, but I just held up my drink and he left.

I really don't know how long I can take my boring life anymore. I have money, I have a successful architecture firm that allows me to work from home, I have a good relationship with my family and friends that live a bit too far away for me but I'm still bored.

I was rocked out of my own mind as someone pulled out the chair across from me and sat down. He gave a smile and leaned back. "I'm not interested in dancing or another drink." I said, my tone flat. "Well I didn't come to ask either, I just wondered how much longer you are going to play around with your glass and reject another guy. I'm simply sitting here, looking like you have company so no one bothers you for the rest of your stay at this weird bar." He said.

Now that got me interested. I looked up at the guy. He had messy jet-black hair, that looked perfect, pearly white teeth, sea green eyes that sparked like jewels and a casual composure with a glass of whiskey or whatever in his hand. "Annabeth Chase." I said, putting out my hand. He shook it. "Percy Jackson." He said.

"So, thirteen guys getting the pleasure of getting rejected. You're tough." He said. I raised an eyebrow at him and flicked a strand of hair out my face. "Stalker, much?" I asked. He chuckled, a cheerful tone. "I've been sitting at the other side of the room, trying to think but not being able to. So my eyes wondered onto a young lady that enters this delightful bar filled with a couple drunk guys who seem to be falling all around the dance floor with bimbos. Just one question on my mind." He said, sipping his drink. "And that is?" I asked.

"Where is your Mr Perfect? Thought he would be worried with his lady friend being in a bar alone. Beautiful women always are attractions to drunk guys." He said. I smirked. "You're pretty witty aren't you?" I asked, him breaking out in a grin. "Why thank you, but I still want the answer."

I sighed. "Relationships and me don't work out. I always break up with the guy, he asks for me back and when I say no it gets awkward. So I avoid relationships and stick to a quick coffee that some guy buys me and never seeing him again." I said.

He frowned. "Now where is the fun in that? You've never experienced the bad side of a break up? All the crying and feeling sorry for yourself stuff?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Never. Unless you want to add my first grade experience with flushing my goldfish down the toilet." I said.

He smiled. "Well then can I make a proposal?" He asked. "If you're up for it." I said. "I'm here for two months. We can have a two month relationship but then I be the one who breaks up with you. Will bring some discomfort and hard ships to your life and you'll get something else to occupy your mind." He said.

I groaned. "But I'll probably end up breaking up with you before that. My relationships only ever last a month." I said. He grinned cheekily. "Don't you worry, you'll be crying at my feet as I'm trying to get in my car to leave." He said, cockily. I pondered it then smirked. "Fine, I accept your proposal." I said.

He stood up and I joined him. He gave me his number and I gave him mine. "So, I'll walk you home. Need to make sure we get the full package." He said, walking out the bar with me and down the road. "You really do think your women's gift from god, don't you?" I said. He smiled and said, "I try my best to down play it but it comes naturally." He said.

I rolled my eyes and we continued to walk. When we reached my house I unlocked the door and turned to him. "So, I'll pick you up tomorrow at twelve and we can go to lunch and do something fun." He said, sticking his hands in his pockets. I sighed. "Okay. I'll see you then." I said. He smiled and kissed my cheek before walking down the front steps and giving a wave before walking down the road. I chuckled and closed my front door. This should be fun.