A/N: Once again, THIS STORY ISN'T MINE! I can't take credit for writing this masterpiece, I just copied and pasted it from tumblr so it can reach a larger audience! The writer of this story is tumblr user storiesoftheseven . Here's the link to the master post of Falling For the Devil : post/116271170930/fftd-master-post

The Saturday of the wedding dawned a perfect cloudless brilliant blue. The light pinks of the sunrise filtering through the window, warming the place where she sat. Annabeth was pretty sure she hadn't slept a wink last night and couldn't even if she had tried. Her eyes were glued open, staring at the fire trying to die out in the fireplace.

Annabeth couldn't make sense of the jumbled mess that was her mind. This last week with Percy had been almost as worse as the week before. His whores still hanging around the mansion. Rachel Elizabeth Dare hadn't made another appearance but his other girls had no problem parading around when he let them stay.

It was nerve wracking, watching him make a show of the girls he slept with. It was exhausting trying not to give a damn.

Annabeth watched as the fire flickered, the fire lapping up the wooden logs. It was sort of like her relationship with Percy. She was the log, he was the fire- consuming her until all that was left were ashes.

He was burning her up slowly, taking everything from her until she had nothing left. Annabeth tightened the grip she had on her knees, pulling them closer to her chest. She leaned her forehead on her kneecaps, closing her eyes. Annabeth had always prized herself on being a strong person, able to take on anything but right now she felt anything but.

She felt like she was about to break, she was a grenade that someone had pulled the ring from… a time bomb, she was going to explode soon and whomever was in her wake would get destroyed.

At least, that's what she felt like… it was liable the only person who would get destroyed would be her. Percy had torn her down, ripped her essence from her like he had a right too. Like she was his for the taking.

He certainly thought she was.

Annabeth didn't realize she was crying until she tasted the saltiness of her tears on her lips. She leaned her head up and dried her tears, quickly. No one could see her like this, everyone had to think it was real… that all of this was real. That she was happy and nothing, absolutely nothing, was wrong with this fairy tale.

The fire died making Annabeth get up slowly. She looked around the room while stretching- allowing her stiff body to crack and pop. It had been a while since she last moved out of her position on the small couch in front of her fireplace in her room.

She honestly didn't have that much to do this morning. The wedding would be held at two thirty in the afternoon, so she just needed to be ready by two. Which she would be since she was meeting Thalia and her mother for lunch at The Ritz then going up to a suite to get ready. Katie had a hairdresser and makeup artist coming to help her get dressed.

But right now it was six in the morning.

A run was definitely on the agenda for the day. Not just any run either, she had been here long enough to know that the mansion sat on more than fifty acres. There was a garden, an outdoor pool, tennis courts, an indoor pool, a full indoor basketball court- as well as the state of the art gym he had. The place was ridiculous. She laced up her running shoes and walked outside.

Travis and Connor, her two bodyguards were already at their perch by her door. She briefly wondered if they ever slept- they looked freshly showered, their clothing new. So, at least they did that.

"I'm running outside today," She stated and started walking toward the back door.

She slipped out the backdoor and stretched in the early summer morning. It was slightly cool but it felt good. The property made a weird convoluted circle. She started at the gardens and made her way toward the outdoor pool, the basketball courts, the tennis courts and then to the backside of the property, where the iron fence cut off people from wandering. As she ran she noticed the trend of bodyguards watching her.

Annabeth never realized Percy had so many men around the property, outside the mansion. By the time she made back to the backdoor, Travis and Connor still standing there waiting on her, she was drenched in sweat. She didn't even know how long she had been running, just that it had been therapeutic in a way.

Travis handed her a towel and a water, like he always did after she exercised. She drank a large sum of it in one gulp before wiping the sweat from her face. She stretched again, for good measure, before she finally looked around at the back terrace. Percy was sitting there, reading a newspaper with their breakfast around one of the outdoor tables. He was the most casual she had ever seen him, navy blue shorts and a light grey knit sweater.

He looked at her and waved her over. She took another sip of her water as she walked forward.

"Since it's a beautiful day and our wedding day I thought we could eat breakfast on the terrace this morning." He spoke when she was sitting down in the chair opposite him.

"It is a nice day." She agreed looking down at the spread of food.

Percy put his newspaper aside and started filling his plate. She looked back up at him, wondering why in the world he insisted they eat breakfast together everyday.

"Why do you always insist we spend meal times together?" She asked before her resolve faded completely. He looked up at her, his hand holding a spoon full of eggs.

He deposited the food on his plate and then put the spoon up, "Because you're going to be my wife… we need to be cordial."

"And eating together will do that?" She asked.

Percy shrugged, "It will help get us used to spending time together."

Annabeth knotted her eyebrows together, "But you have no problem treating me like a pariah."

She waited as he seemed to gather his thoughts together, "I'm simply doing what I've always done."

"You're punishing me for Luke."

Percy's jaw flexed as he looked away from her, "You don't seem to realize that you're mine, Annabeth. No one else can have you."

Annabeth slammed her fist down on the wooden outdoor table, "I am a person, Percy! and I expect you to treat me like one…. I belong to no one. Just because I'm marrying you doesn't make me your property… something you can control… you're already getting your way."

She paused and stood up, "I'm already marrying you… giving up something I've always dreamed about… giving up the possibility of falling in love… of being connected with another human on different level than friendship…. I'm giving up all of that because of you."

He opened his mouth but she cut him off, "The least you could do is give me the opportunity to find that outside of this… to find something similar to that."

Percy took a deep breath and looked at her, really looked at her. For the first time this morning she felt self conscious of her attire. No doubt her face was still red from her run, clothing was sticking to the sweat soaked skin and her hair in a disarray. But she kept his gaze and didn't look away from the adonis sitting in front of her, from the coolness of his gaze.

Finally, after a long moment he sighed, "Sit Annabeth… let's enjoy breakfast and not fight."

Annabeth looked away from him, tears stinging her eyes. She just wanted him to see her properly. To see she was more than just a way to get somewhere else, to see her as a person that had real feelings.

She sat down and picked at the food she put on her plate. Finally, she got up from the table with not even a parting glance at Percy. She showered and changed into jean shorts and then looked around her closet for a button down shirt. Out of all of her clothing she should have had a button shirt to wear so that when she did get her hair done it didn't get messed up by pulling a shirt over it.

After several minutes of looking she sighed and looked up at the ceiling. She slipped on a shirt and walked to Percy's office, where he always was. She smiled at Charles, the bodyguard always with Percy, and knocked on the door.

After a second she heard Percy call from the other side. She opened the door and saw him standing at the bar he had in the corner of the room.

"It's a little early for that." She said.

He turned and smiled, "It's for the nerves, I'm getting married today." She tilted her head to the side, they hadn't shared any banter in several weeks. She had almost forgotten he was capable of it.

"I need a button down shirt, I don't have one." He raised one eyebrow at her.

She rolled her eyes, "Most brides do that you know… wear the grooms shirt on the day of the wedding." Percy laughed lightly and put his glass of bourbon down. He walked toward her and led her out of the room.

Annabeth had never been to Percy's room before. Of course, she knew where it was and it scared her that maybe one of his many bimbo's was still in the room. She braced herself as he opened the door and they walked in. She looked around, there was no one in there except for them. The size of the room also caught her attention, it was the same size as hers. Which confused her.

Didn't he live in the master suite?

"This isn't the master bedroom." She noted.

He turned to her as his hand settled on the doorknob to his closet, "It was too big for one person." Annabeth frowned as the closet door opened.

He held his hand out, "Pick whichever one you want."

She eyed him as she walked passed him. He was being particularly nice to her today. Which probably had something to do with the fact that it was their wedding day, he probably wanted to make sure she didn't have to try too hard to fake their love story.

His closet was better stocked than hers was. On one side was all of his button down shirts, the other side held his suits. His shoes sitting on the shelving below his suits and drawers that held his other clothing below his button down shirts. The rack that was directly in front of his closet door held his casual clothing, jeans, linen t-shirts- she had yet to see him in- cardigans, pullovers, jackets.

She spied a more casual button down, it was sea green- the color of his eyes. It was checkered and had pink and dark blue lines running down it in a larger checkered pattern. She slipped it off the hanger and turned toward him.

"This one will do." She said.

He smiled as she walked passed him, "That's my favorite shirt." He said shutting the closet door.

Annabeth bit her lip, "I don't have to wear it."

Percy shook his head, "No, it's okay….. Just stating a fact."

Annabeth nodded and walked toward the door to his bedroom. Once they were out in the hallway she hesitated, his office was the opposite direction of where she was going.

"I guess I'll see you this afternoon." She muttered.

Percy smiled at her, it was stupid the way her own lips lifted at the sight of his smile, "This afternoon." He agreed.

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Annabeth stood in front of the large gilt framed mirror and examined herself. She looked absolutely radiant, like any girl would dream of looking on their wedding day. Her dress just as perfect as it had been the day she tried it on. The princess shirt billowing out around her, the veil long and trailing behind her.

Her curly hair had been pulled back into a low bun and her makeup subtle but accenting all of the best parts of her face. She felt beautiful, really, as she looked in the mirror. Annabeth looked every part the blushing bride to be.

She frowned though, the only thing that would make this day absolutely perfect would be to actually love the man she was marrying. She looked into the mirror again, the frown lines were enough to convince anyone this marriage was an utter and complete sham.

"You shouldn't frown so much."

Annabeth sucked in a long and deep breath before turning around, "What do you want?"

Percy chuckled as he walked forward to stand in front of her, "Just came by to check on

you, make sure you weren't about to make a run for it." Annabeth narrowed her eyes and took in

his appearance. He was in a classic tuxedo with a bow tie, his hair styled in tousled perfection- he

honestly looked completely handsome.

"I can't run in this dress, if I was going to escape I would have done it the first day you

offered this preposterous idea." Percy just looked at her for a minute as Annabeth kept her gaze

locked on his, she hated him- truly. Even if their morning had been okay, he had been nice even. Annabeth still couldn't rein her disgust in.

He smirked like he knew exactly what she was thinking about, his aquamarine eyes sparkled, "You're looking at this entire arrangement the wrong way, Annabeth." Percy said placing his hands on her side and spinning her around to face the mirror again. Annabeth saw her reflection again but this time with Percy standing behind her, a couple inches taller than her. His hand moved her veil over to the side and his other gripped her waist tighter.

"Think of all the possibilities this marriage will have for you." Percy whispered into her ear, "The unlimited amount of resources you will have at your disposal because you're my wife." Percy said as his nose skimmed up her neck. Annabeth fought to keep her eyes open as disgust and a very small amount of pleasure seeped into her veins. She kind of wanted to lean her neck to the side to give him easier access but she kept her gaze unyielding in the mirror as she watched his mouth and nose creep up and down her neck slowly.

"I don't want things obtained illegally at my disposal." Annabeth said sharply, making him chuckle against her neck.

"You don't even really know what I do." Percy said looking up at her in the mirror, a satisfied glint in his eyes.

Annabeth rolled her eyes as he pressed his chest into her back, "I know you hurt people to get what you want… I know that you have no mercy when it comes to getting things to work in your favor."

Percy brought his mouth to her neck, "I learned a long time ago that when you want something, you take it… instead of waiting for it to come to you."

Annabeth shivered as his breath brought goosebumps to her neck, "What are you really doing in here, the wedding is about to start."

Percy chuckled and stepped back, "To give you this." Annabeth turned around as he dug through his tuxedo pocket. He produced a black velvet jewelry box and handed it to her. She eyed it warily before she took it from him and opened it carefully. It brought her up short when she saw the diamond teardrop necklace.

"What…" She looked up at him, "Why did you get this for me?"

Percy smiled what Annabeth thought was the only genuine one she'd ever seen on his face, "Think of it as a peace offering… for the whole Luke thing."

Annabeth glowered at him, "You mean a peace offering for the sadistic and truly awful thing you did to him?"

Percy stepped closer to her, "Annabeth… I've already told you being with him was completely unacceptable."

Annabeth clenched her fists together, "And your arsenal of girls at your disposal isn't completely unacceptable?"

Percy raised an eyebrow at her, "I like to keep these things separate, I will never be able to love someone… why on earth do you think I picked you out of everyone to marry? I could've had my pick of women to choose from but I chose someone-"

"Who could give you something in return." Annabeth said staring up at him, "You wanted to get to my mother… using me. You want apart of my share to Olympic Industries."

"I wondered how long it would take for you to figure it out." Percy said with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. Annabeth glared up at him as he turned her around again to look into the mirror. He grabbed the box from her and took the necklace out before he clasped it around her neck. Annabeth felt his fingers brush up against her neck as he let the necklace go, the diamond nestled into the hollow of her throat.

"Perfect." He whispered looking straight at Annabeth, his aquamarine eyes meeting her white grey ones.

Annabeth swallowed as his lips came down to her neck once again, she didn't understand exactly why he was doing that. So intent he was on keeping their relationship strictly business. She also couldn't understand why, at this moment, she found her head craning to the side as his lips ghosted across her throat. Percy placed another kiss on her neck and stepped back, chuckling as her gaze snapped to his in the mirror.

"I hate you." She said vehemently.

Percy smiled at her in the mirror and leaned into her ear, "I know."

Annabeth stayed exactly where she stood as his appearance disappeared in the mirror, she heard the door open but it didn't shut. She turned around and found him watching her, she looked at him expectantly.

"You do look beautiful, by the way." He said before walking out the door and leaving Annabeth wondering about the ever constant mystery that was Percy Jackson.

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The ceremony went off without a hitch. She walked down the aisle to Pachelbel's Canon in D, her bouquet, the one she was gripping tightly, was white and pink Peonies. When she was standing in front of him, he grabbed her free hand. The look on his face was soft- tender, even.

They promised to love, honor and cherish the other and then exchanged the rings they bought a few weeks ago as a sign of the bogus commitment. She briefly wondered as he repeated his vows how long it would take for him to bring one of his bimbo's back to the mansion.

When it was time for the kiss Percy cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly- holding her gently. It was in such contrast to the way he was with her normally that it threw her off guard. When he pulled back from the kiss she felt wobbly and more confused, that seemed to be the emotion of the day- confusion.

The end of the ceremony was suppose to be the perfect "beginning" to their fairytale. People stood up and clapped as they exited the small ballroom next to the reception area, their hands laced together.

Out in the hallway, the photographer ushered them to a small room just off the ceremony sight. Annabeth felt too many emotions all at once, it was hard pinpointing just one. Pretending for this long was definitely warping her brain because she felt happy, elated even. The truth of her feelings always in the back of her mind but she did feel happy with the way things had gone.

The ceremony had gone off perfectly, so why shouldn't she be happy about that. Months of planning and hard work had paid off.

The photographer snapped their pictures at the ceremony sight once everyone had left the ballroom and entered the reception area. Annabeth had looked at Percy like he was the man of her dreams. It didn't surprise her anymore that he was a much better actor than she was.

Always able to kiss her without grimacing or touch her without flinching. Which he probably didn't mind it as much as she did.

After pictures they went upstairs so she could change into the reception dress. They were married now so it shouldn't matter to people if he went up to the room with her. Thalia was waiting for her in the room and smiled widely when they both appeared.

Thalia pulled the reception dress off the hanger as Percy leaned against the wall of the bridal suite, she wanted to tell him to leave but Thalia was here and they were suppose to be "in love."

So, he watched her change. Annabeth felt the disgust seep into her veins as she kept her back to him. Thanking the gods she hadn't worn a thong like Thalia had suggested when she was getting dressed earlier. She didn't have a bra on so he had full view of her bare back. Annabeth tried not to think too much about it.

Once she was in her reception dress she turned around and faced him. Percy's eyes sparkled with mischief as he eyed her.

"What?" She asked as innocently as possible. He walked over to her and kissed her, taking her by surprise. Thalia squealed from behind them.

He pulled back, "What I really want to say is entirely too inappropriate to voice with other people in the room." Annabeth stiffened and she felt the heat rush up her neck. He had never implied anything remotely sexual before.

Annabeth pulled out of his grasp, "We should head back down, we don't want to give anyone ideas about what we doing up here."

He chuckled and pulled her close again, closing the distance between their mouths. He kissed her unlike any way he had before. She felt dazed.

"We're married now, we can let them have all the ideas they want." Percy said as he pulled away from their kiss.

Annabeth steadied herself by holding onto the lapels of his jacket, "It's inappropriate to keep people waiting."

"It's inappropriate to undress while other people are in the room." Annabeth scowled at him and pulled away. She looked around the room, expecting to see Thalia but they were alone.

She was glad to not have to pretend anymore, "Stop kissing me." Percy laughed and stepped back while she touched up her makeup, re-applying her lipstick.

She checked herself in the mirror and turned to Percy again, "Let's go."

Percy walked to the door of the suite and opened it for her, taking her hand when they were in the hallway. She wanted to pull out of his embrace but the grip he had suggested she not do that. Annabeth didn't understand what his problem was today, he was being even more possessive than usual.

When they were finally introduced to the large crowd, applause rang through the ballroom. Annabeth took that opportunity to look around, she had yet to see the final product in the reception she and Katie had planned.

It was phenomenal.

Large, billowy vases with bouquets of flowers dotted the tables. A DJ played music in the corner, colored lights swirled around the dance floor and people sat at every table. It was no doubt exactly what Percy had wanted.

She looked at him and smirked, "Do you approve?"

He looked at her, eyebrow raised, "Of what?"

She held her hand out, "Of this."

"Of course, you and Katie did an excellent job," He pulled her into his arms again, Annabeth didn't want to admit how good those arms felt around her, "But I already knew you would."

He kissed her, making the audience break out in another applause. She felt breathless but Annabeth was blaming that on the too tight dress. Her warring emotions of pretending buried deep inside her.

He pulled back and walked them to the dance floor. Where the DJ played an older love song, something that was popular back in the seventies or something. Annabeth wasn't paying attention to it as they danced. She wasn't used to being this close to Percy, she wasn't used to his possessive kisses and demanding hands.

They confused her. They made it hard to think.

He tried talking to her but she just shut off any idea of communication by laying her head on his shoulder. Giving the impression of contentment and happiness to the crowd of people watching them.

As they twirled around the dance floor, Percy's hands holding her tight, she felt so much more confused than she had ever felt. She hated him, she knew that much, but all of this was making it hard to remember.

It was like the fake part of her brain, the one in love with Percy, was trying to make that a reality. When it wasn't a reality at all.

She kept trying to envision Luke, his face bloody and bruised but the image escaped her in favor of blue eyes laced with green. He filled her vision and she found herself reaching for his face and kissing him as the song ended.

He kissed her back, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth before slipping his tongue in. Just a swipe of it across hers. It… left her wanting more. She would have pulled him in for another kiss had he not pulled away completely and eyed her suspiciously- like she was up to something.

Annabeth looked away from him, ashamed of herself for doing that. Ashamed of herself for wanting to kiss him.

Percy made the rounds, to say hello to his friends with her by his side. She kissed cheeks and hugged too many people before dinner was served. Percy's hand rarely leaving her waist.

After dinner they danced some more before they cut the wedding cake. In true wedding tradition they fed the first piece of the cake to one another. Annabeth was sure the copious amounts of champagne she had been drinking was making all of this easier. She was looser, more willing to hang all over Percy. More willing to let him kiss her, hold her hand, act like she was irrevocably in love with him.

It wasn't until they were in the car on their way to the airport that Annabeth realized his hand was still around her waist and she was leaning against his shoulder. Her fingers playing with the lapel of his jacket. She felt like a fool, how could she have not noticed they were still entwined while they were alone.

Why hadn't Percy let her go and pushed her away already?

Why did it feel good to be in his arms? The thought brought tears to her eyes because she liked being in his arms, she liked feeling wanted by this asshole. His arms felt so much better to her than Luke's did.

She felt anger bubble up in her chest, her body was a traitor. It was a traitor to her heart, a heart that wanted to get revenge at Percy for everything he had done to her and Luke. As she was getting ready to pull out of his embrace they arrived at the private airstrip. Percy let her go and got out of the car. Someone pulled their bags out of the trunk as they entered the private jet.

"Nice." Annabeth observed.

Percy smiled as he unbuttoned his suit jacket, "It's on loan from a friend."

Annabeth nodded and turned away from him, willing her body to get in check with her heart. Their carry ons were deposited into the large bedroom, she walked in and shut the door. She changed out of her reception dress quickly- hanging it up in the closet.

When she entered the cabin again Percy had discarded his jacket and his bowtie, the top two buttons on his shirt undone. Annabeth chewed on the inside of her cheek, he looked so damn good.

She cleared her throat, "I'm finished."

Percy looked up at her a soft smile on his lips, "Okay, we should be taking off in fifteen minutes."

She nodded and sat down on the other side of the aisle, a blanket and pillow was already sitting in the chair waiting for her. Percy changed and soon they were leveling off in the sky. As soon as the 'fasten your seatbelts' sign was turned off she she reclined her seat and cuddled up to her pillow and blanket.

She hoped that when she woke up it would be with a new perspective on Percy. She was tired of her traitor body and the emotions this 'nice' Percy brought out in her. He could be so different when he wanted to be, she hated it. She wished he was just Percy the possessive asshole all the time so her feelings could be defined.

But he wasn't, sometimes he was someone else entirely and that scared her.

Because she could see how her feelings could get worse, how just this little attraction could grow. This little fault in her could cause something much bigger to bloom, something just as damaging as an earthquake.

Annabeth knew that once they landed in the Maldives she needed to separate herself, she needed to let go of this small attraction she had. She needed to remember Luke and her revenge, she needed to remember Percy for who he really was.

She smiled sleepily, as a plan started forming. She needed to draw asshole Percy back out. It was the only way she could quell her traitor body and let her heart carry the reins.