A Bloody Nose

A/N: Sorry this update took so long, I was on vacation. That said, be warned. This chapter is rated M because of smut. I'm not sure if I mentioned before but this story is going to be a smutty story over all. If you don't like that simply don't read it.

side note: I didn't proof read sorry, I will got back and fix mistakes l8er.

Gracias, ciao!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson

"Where to?" The cab driver asked as they stumbled into the car. Rachel turned to her head to face him with an expectant look, her hair bright even in the dim dreary light of the taxi.

"87th and Columbus," Percy informed after an involuntary roll of his eyes. Luckily the movement of his sea green orbs was swift and Rachel didn't notice, not that he was sure she would have cared. Rachel licked her lips seductively, trailing a finger down the buttons of Percy's shirt blue shirt through his black suit, her fingers curling around the waistband of his dark trousers as she reached the bottom.

Percy felt his member twitch as her right hand skirted over his crotch, a dark smirk coloring his face. He leaned forward, catching Rachel in a clumsy kiss that had their teeth clashing. He cringed at the feeling but continued nevertheless, slipping his tongue into her mouth and tasting residual vodka from her numerous drinks earlier.

"Do you think you could drive a bit faster," Percy released her lips to ask the driver, "we have urgent matters to attend to." The driver shot him a glare that quickly morphed into an expression of discomfort when he realized what those 'urgent matters' were.

Rachel pulled back from where she'd continued to press sloppy wet kisses to Percy's neck and, still facing the green eyed man, nodded roughly towards the cabbie. Percy raised an eyebrow in silent question to which she replied with a huff, reaching for her wallet from within her work bag. Rachel then proceeded to harshly whip a twenty dollar bill out the side pocket and shoved the slightly wrinkled money into the driver's hands (not that he minded).

"Faster," she demanded. He nodded, tippin this black baseball cap down and speeding up the yellow car, "wooo!" Rachel laughed shrilly as the automobile took a sharp right turn and threw her against Percy's left side. Percy forced a smile, still recovering from the sharp pain of one of her rings hitting his cheek bone.

Rachel, though she wore a constricting skirt, was able to fully straddle Percy in the back of the cab, granted the skirt did rise up to her hips. She cupped Percy's stubbled cheeks in her hands, bringing his lips back to hers.

With the new monetary motivation the driver was traveling much faster than before, fast enough that they had arrived at Percy's apartment within five minutes.

The second Percy stepped out of the car he felt Rachel's hands clawing at his lower abdomen, her arms wrapping around his from behind him. He grinned, knowing the night would end exactly how he'd hoped.

Percy smiled smugly at his doorman, Arthur, as he led the desperate girl up to his apartment. While they rode up to his penthouse in the elevator he tried to set some guidelines for Rachel's stay. She nodded and hummed in agreement but through her absent minded stare Percy deduced her lack of attention.

Percy had put his key card into the elevator before it would reach his floor. The elevator doors smoothly slid open, revealing his enormous apartment. Percy stepped back, beckoning Rachel with an outstretched arm. She strut through the wide doorway, forcefully swinging her hips from side to side as she walked. Percy followed, the elevator doors shutting quietly behind him.

"Do you want a drink?" Percy questioned, shrugging off his jacket and placing it on a hook near the entrance.

"Why not?" Rachel decided lightly, her eyes scanning her surroundings. There were many words to describe Percy's apartment; modern, sharp, messy but despite it all the color was what most stood out to Rachel, "Why is it so… blue?" she asked, her voice bordering on condescending.

"I like blue," Percy replied with a shrug, not needing to ask what 'it' she was referring to as he'd been asked the same question several times before.

"Seems…" Rachel thought for a second, gazing through the large windows that spanned the side of the dining room, "childish." Percy furrowed his brows as he brought the drinks over to her but decided against addressing the remark.

"How was your first day at Jackson Inc.?" he asked instead, handing her the freshly crafted beverage.

"Great," she replied, her clear green eyes returning to him as she took a small sip, "I met you."

"I've-" Percy began in a charming drawl before Rachel cut him off.

"How are we gonna do this?" she asked, placing the now empty glass on a nearby table, fisting Percy's shirt in her hands. He felt her nails scratch his abs but not in a sexy way, in a way that reminded him of the angry stray cat that used to live in the alley by his apartment. Percy put his hands over hers, sliding them up to his chest where he hoped the sharp nails would have less effect. He kicked off his shoes and subsequently nudged off hers.

"Couch or bed?" Percy questioned, backing her into the couch without waiting for an answer. Rachel didn't reply verbally, rather with a suffocating kiss. Percy felt her large tongue invade his mouth as he pushed her back onto the black leather sofa. Percy followed, hovering inches over her body before she pulled him back down.

"Percy," she moaned loudly into his mouth as one of his hands slid below her skirt, ghosting his fingers along her inner thighs. Rachel rest her back against the fabric, easily pulling her blouse over her head to expose her perky freckle speckled breasts.

"Condom?" Percy questioned, his eyes on her sexy black lace bra.

"On birth control," Rachel assured him breathlessly, sucking along his collarbone. Percy could tell the act would leave a mark and was about to ask her to stop when the image of a stuck up Annabeth Chase noticing them had him entirely exhilarated.

Percy smirked as her hands moved to remove his shirt. He complied, tugging the blue clothing over his head. Percy positioned himself over her, his weight balanced on his elbow on either side of her head.

She eagerly reached down and undid the zipper of his work pants, yanking them down to his knees. Rachel took his hardened length into her hands and stroking it roughly. Percy groaned, enjoying the pleasure and blocking out the slight pain due to the lack of lubrication.

"You're so big," Rachel whispered, though Percy noted it didn't sound sincere, not that a comment that cliche could. Rachel kicked off her patnies and tried to do the same with her tight skirt but, after struggling for several seconds, settled for simply hiking it up to her waist.

Rachel slid her warm slit over the tip of his prick. The gesture was pleading rather than teasing. In one swift movement Percy slid into her, filling her completely. She let out a heavy moan and her arms wrapped around Percy's neck, pulling him down for another kiss.

Percy wasn't usually a fan of kissing during intimacy but at this point he didn't care. He was balls deep and needed to find his release. He continuously pumped into her with his powerful body, the slap of his balls against her ass providing them with a pleasant slapping sound.

Percy felt himself becoming slightly distracted as he steadily impaled her with his cock. To remedy the situation he began to lazily roll her clit with two fingers. He watched the way her face contorted with pleasure and, though it wasn't the most arousing sight, he savored the way her pussy began to clench around his shaft. To further the feeling he lowered himself, nipping lightly at her pink nipple while kneading the other breast with his other free hand.

Percy heard Rachel scream in delight and continued his ministrations, a bored smirk on his lips. As Rachel's cunt began to erratically spasm around his member he felt himself nearing his end. Percy's thrusts became uneven as he came, spurting ropes of creamy seed into Rachel's still pulsated pussy.

"Yes, Percy!" Rachel yelled as he entered her one last time before stilling, "fuck me! yes! gods! That was amazing!" Panting, they both lay on the couch for a minute, catching their breath and waiting for their heart rates to normalize.

After a quick five second recovery period Percy rolled off of Rachel. He rolled his head to the side, their noses touching on the small expanse that was his sofa. She didn't say anything, just smiled and stood up. Percy, in turn, returned the expression.

He watched lazily from the couch as she searched the area for her clothes, finding them easily. Without putting her shirt back on she leaned down towards him and connected their lips. Percy smiled into the kiss. Not because he excessively enjoyed it but because she was leaving his apartment without him having to scare her off.

Rachel pulled back and in the dim light of the room behind them Percy examined her face in detail. Up close he could see the milky sheen that did it's best to completely cover the constellations of bright red reckless that decorated her cheekbones.

Rachel backed away from him, restricting his view. She threw her thin blouse over her shoulder and swaggered back into his kitchen. He never heard his front door close but he could only assume she'd left quietly.

Percy, back against the couch, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the stress that still permeated his mind despite the recent release. Fuck, he thought, frowning in frustration. He didn't know how he was going to survive working with Annabeth Chase for the next few months.

Who did she think she was? She walked into his office, sat in his chair and talked to his secretary. He couldn't believe her nerve. It was no wonder she was so unapologetically vain and egotistical, she was Athena's daughter after all.

Percy sighed, he was incredibly tired, not from the sub par sex but from his conversation with Annabeth and the subsequent reading and rereading of documents just to prove her wrong. He picked himself up with a long yawn. Now sitting, he stretched his strong arms in a wide motion over his head.

Percy stood up and padded barefoot out of the room and into the kitchen. He squinted his eyes but otherwise ignored the slight pain at the lighting change. He reached into the cupboard and pulled out a tall glass, swiftly turning to fill the clear container with tap water.

Percy leaned back against the kitchen counter and breathed in deeply, feeling diaphragm expand as it was captivated with air. He took a sip of the room temperature water and let his head fall back, staring at the white ceiling above him as the liquid slid cooly down his throat.

Percy finished the water and light placed the glass face down on the dish rack in his sink. Percy rubbed his eyes and considered showering but decided against it. He prefered to shower in the mornings, it woke him up. He'd wait until then.

He returned to the living room to gather the clothing he and Rachel had shed during their fornication and carried the clothes to his room, flipping on the light as he entered. Percy disposed of the bundle at the foot of his bed and disappeared into the bathroom to brush his teeth. After a rough minute and a half of brushing Percy retraced his steps back to the pile.

Percy narrowed his eyes at it, weighing the benefit of throwing it in the dirty clothes hamper. He shrugged, deciding against it due to the effort it would require, and switched off his lights. He pushed back the blue covers on his bed and climbed beneath the sheets. He rolled comfortable around in his soft Egyptian cotton sheets, trying to find a suitable sleeping position.

Percy shifted his weight onto his ride side, taking the pillow into his hands and perching it behind his head. He gazed out the window at the cars whizzing by, from the height of his apartment he could only see their lights reflected on the dark glass building across the street. Despite his altitude there was never a shortage of things to see on the New York City skyline.

He never slept well. No matter how he lay. No matter how much he wrapped himself in the blankets, he was never quite comfortable enough. Tonight was no different.

Percy urged his mind to sleep, clamping his eyes down forcefully to prevent himself from becoming distracted by the dazzling lights outside. Distractions were the primary reason why Percy would never fall asleep. His mind was always elsewhere.

He never slept well. No matter how he hard he tried. No matter how much time he gave himself, his mind always wandered. Tonight was no different.

His attention was once again slipping away from him as he found himself replaying his short encounter with Annabeth Chase over and over again.

The beauty that had walked out of the elevator this morning.

She's was hot. There was no denying that. He realized that almost immediately. The unruly curls of blonde hair that made him want to pull on them as she rode his cock. She strut up to him like she owned the room, her confidence radiating off her very being. She was a gray eyed mystery with long legs and the minute she opened her mouth it all disappeared.

Annabeth Chase.

She was unnecessarily rude and pretended not to be affected by his charming smile and drool worthy eyes. She took her job way too seriously. She was smug and arrogant and not in a fun way like him.

Percy felt his conscious drifting away as he began to fall asleep. He didn't have time to enjoy the relaxing feeling as he was suddenly kicked in the leg and felt a pair of hot limbs wrap around his bare stomach.

Percy froze. What the fuck?! Someone broke in! Were his first thoughts. Then a hearty giggle clued him into the identity of the perpetrator.

"Percy," he heard Rachel's voice behind him, "hold me." Percy blinked a few times, making sure this was real. He had hoped Rachel would be cool. He assumed she wasn't deluded enough to think this was romance.

Percy took a deep breath and really considered sleeping on his couch for the night. Nevertheless, no desire to move much, he chose to deal with the situation at hand. He carefully untangled her arms from his body and placed them back on the left side of the bed, turning towards her.

Percy chose a kind smile when addressing her because she was his assistant and he would, after all, have to work with her for the next few weeks. He tentatively pulled her body to his, tucking her head awkwardly into his chest. He felt her hot breath washing over him every other second and, though she was perfectly content with the position, he knew his chances of sleeping even remotely okay tonight were long gone.

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"Seriously mother," Annabeth drawled, holding the phone to her ear with one hand, the other busy adjusting the pocket on her gray blazer.

"Don't call me that," the bitter woman on the other end responded in an annoyed tone, "I can feel the sarcasm exuding from your body all the way from office uptown."

"We met yesterday," Annabeth continued, her intonation not changing even an increment, "are you honestly going to tell me you didn't have a quick second to say 'hey Annabeth, I'm dating our biggest client!'"

"I've had quite enough of this conversation." Athena snapped and hung up the phone before Annabeth could get another word in.

Annabeth sighed at the sudden silence and dropped her phone into her pocket, pulling her wool coat closer to her body. She stifled a shiver at the cold New York air and was relieved when her favorite coffee shop came into view. She sped up the pace in order to escape the cool gusts that sporadically passed.

Annabeth glanced inside the warm cafe as she swung open the door open. She smiled softly as the comforting aroma of freshly made coffee invaded her senses, bringing her back to late night high school study sessions; a simply time before the chaos that resulted from Athena's arrival.

She strode forward and stepped into the line, reaching into her bag for her wallet. The barista caught sight of her as she rummaged through the light blue shoulder bag and began to prepare her drink. He already knew what she wanted, she came in every morning.

"Annabeth," he called over the counter when she reached the front of the line, smiling fondly at the blonde.

"Leo," she answered politely then let an unprofessional smile her mother would highly disapprove of slide over her face.

"Just the usual?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. Annabeth was a woman of routine. Anyone who didn't know that, didn't know Annabeth.

"How's your firm?" Annabeth inquired, holding out the money.

"Great!" he smiled brightly and lit filled his chocolate eyes. He leaned forward towards Annabeth as if to tell her a secret, "I'm quitting." Leo whispered.

"Good for you," Annabeth replied, genuinely smiling for the first time all morning. She knew perfectly well how much Leo hated working at the coffee shop. As quiet and comforting as it was, Leo was incredibly intelligent when it came to engineering and was wasting away his talents making coffee, even if he did receive exceptional tips from the incessant flirting with customers.

"You should come in Friday afternoon," he advised, a mischievous look glinting in his eyes, "it's gonna be a real shit show."

"Maybe I'll stop by," she replied, noticing the customers getting antsy behind her. Leo nodded, stepping back, and swiftly handed her her change. Annabeth fluttered her fingers in a wave, depositing a quick tip into the mason jar in front of the cashier.

Annabeth strolled over to the cafe bar, her eyes skirting over the many multicolored cookies in the display window as she walked. As she stood quietly at the bar, waiting for her drink to be ready, Annabeth let her eyes roam the room.

She noted an unusually high number of obnoxious couples this morning. She wondered if maybe it was affecting her more today because of her mother's recent engagement announcement. No, she decided, they're definitely acting more nauseating than usual.

Her eyes strayed to a particularly annoying pair sensually stroking each other's cheeks, whispering romantic nonsense to each other. Annabeth raised a brow in disbelief as she heard hushed 'I love you's escape their lips.

Annabeth's name was called out, signaling her drink was ready, successfully interrupting her train of thought. She shifted her scrutinizing stare from the couple to her drink before surging forward to pick it up and striding out the door, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement.

Annabeth's lips met the cup and she took a languorous sip of the rich dark coffee, relishing in the feeling of the hot fluid flowing through her body. She stepped off a curb, gesturing for a cab with the swift movement of her wrist. Almost immediately a bright yellow taxi appeared, pulling onto the curb to her left.

Annabeth climbed in, spouted off the address to the Jackson Inc. headquarters, and let her head rest on the window as she gazed across the busy street towards the department stores already bustling with tourists at 9:48 am.

She glanced down at the time illuminated on her phone and tapped anxiously at the glass screen, willing the cab to move faster. Annabeth hoped Percy would be there. She'd purposely spent two hours at her office this morning because she assumed Percy wouldn't arrive to work until after 10 am.

In a matter of minutes Annabeth was riding up the elevator, bracing herself for the storm of questions that were sure to be thrown her way regarding her mother's engagement. She closed her eyes for a millisecond, taking a deep breath of calm, before the machine sounded and the doors slid open.

Annabeth strode towards Percy's new secretary as confidently as possible, her curly blonde hair tied into a comfortable ponytail atop her head. The redhead, Rachel Annabeth remembered her saying, was tapping her long nails rhythmically on the wide desk.

"Good morning," Annabeth greeted politely, "is Mr. Jackson in?" During one of her many high school internships she had worked as a secretary and knew well it was thankless job.

"Yes," Rachel straightened her posture, a smug grin crossing her face, "but I doubt he wants to see you."

"Luckily for me," Annabeth snarled, her amiable demeanor rapidly vanishing, "I don't care what Mr. Jackson wants."

"But-" Rachel argued, her false expression of pity morphing to one of frustration. Annabeth ignored her protests and continued forward, pushing past the frosted doors.

Percy looked up when she entered, surprised lighting up his eyes. "I wondered when you'd finally show up," he drawled, his blue green eyes returning to the paperwork in front of him.

"Last time I checked I don't work here," Annabeth sneered, "I was at my own office doing my own work."

"Last time I checked," Percy repeated back in a sarcastic tone, glancing up at her with annoyingly gorgeous eyes, "this is where the planning phase of the project is to take place so from now until June you do work here."

"Did you finish reading through the documents?" Annabeth questioned, changing the subject. She set her gray bag down on the blue seats and stepped forward to admire the view out Percy's wide window.

"Surprisingly," Percy drawled, pushing back his chair and standing up to join her, "that isn't the most pressing issue this morning."

"Then what is, Mr. Jackson?" Annabeth inquired, her eyes never leaving the marvelous skyline that somehow shined bright even during the day.

"It seems a conflict of interest has emerged on your end," he convolutedly explained.

"Whatever do you mean?" Annabeth answered innocently, slipping off her gray coat and placing it on the coat hook over Percy's black one.

"Am I to believe you know nothing of your mother's engagement?" Percy let out a sharp exhale through his nose that Annabeth could only assume was a humorless chuckle.

"I know as much as you do." She declared. It wasn't exactly the truth but it was pretty close. Percy laughed, loudly this time, though once again it held no trace humor.

"Next you'll tell me the union has nothing to do with our deal."

"It doesn't," Annabeth replied sharply, whipping her around head to face him.

"Really?" Percy asked dubiously, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back against his desk.

"Yes, really," Annabeth snapped, "I would never cheat someone out of a fair business deal."

"You'll have to excuse my Chase prejudice," Percy mocked, "because it makes that statement awfully hard to believe." Annabeth clenched her jaw, knowing perfectly well her mother was very capable of marrying someone solely to further her interests.

"My mother's engagement has nothing to do with our deal." Annabeth asserted.

"It does if she plans on sleeping her way to the top." Percy informed, his lazily tone infuriating Annabeth because his accusatory eyes weren't directed towards her mother but instead directly towards her. She, who would known nothing had she not checked facebook late last night.

"My mother's engagement has nothing to do with our deal," Annabeth maintained with a cold cool demeanor, "and it would do you best not to mention it again." Percy huffed, making his way back to his comfortable seat.

"As long as her daughter's not a whore as well," Percy hissed under his breath. Unfortunately, despite his minor efforts, Annabeth heard the only word that mattered, 'whore.'

"What did you just say?" Annabeth wore a crazy smile, in utter disbelief at his level of unprofessionalism.

"Nothing," Percy narrowed his eyes at her, "I just hope you're not the whore your mother is." At this words Annabeth strode forward. It all happened too fast for her to process but next thing she knew Percy had a bloody nose.

A/N:

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