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

Annabeth awoke the morning of her flight back to New York sore and entirely too aware of the naked body pressing against her back. Percy's arms cocooning her, almost like he was protecting her. She leaned back into him and felt his inhale of breath on her neck. Things were supposed to go back to normal the moment they stepped foot in New York.

Was it sad that she wanted things to stay the same?

Two days… they only had two days of being semi-candid. Annabeth didn't think they would ever truly be candid with one another.

She felt the cool metal of his wedding band as his hand moved over her waist. This man was her husband, the man she hated and the man she wanted. How could the two coincide with one another, how could they reconcile?

It wasn't possible, that's why they had called this truce. That's why they called off everything this last week, all their cards were on the table. Percy had been adamant that this arrangement would only last as long as they were here in the Maldives. She briefly wondered if this arrangement extended to all future vacations.

Percy kissed her neck, she hummed in appreciation. If this was their last few hours here in the Maldives then they should take advantage of it, right?

His mouth found her ear, "I'm not sure I'm ready to leave." He muttered.

Annabeth twisted in his arms, "Me either." She whispered.

He frowned at her and leaned into kiss her lips, "We could extend this arrangement."

Annabeth shook her head, "Not without rules." Rules would always happen with Percy and she didn't want that. She wanted something that could survive without his constant need for control.

Percy nodded, "Rules will always apply back home."

Annabeth pushed him away, so much for a happyish morning, "Why?"

He sat up and ran his hand through his hair, "You know why."

Annabeth sat up too, "Because of the business? Because of all the shit we left behind in New York… all of the shit you put me through." Her anger was returning.

Percy looked at her, "What happened to putting everything on the table?"

"That's exactly what I'm doing, Percy."

"No, you're not… you're getting angry." He said looking at her.

Annabeth looked away from him and sighed. She reached over and pulled him over to her, he settled in behind her. She leaned against him, loving the way his arms felt around her, "Sorry." She muttered.

He chuckled and moved her hair to the side, "Two days of sex can't change everything."

She shrugged, he was right. Two days of unbelievably amazing sex didn't change anything between them. If anything it made their situation all the more complicated because now she knew how good he was in bed, how good they were together.

This just added to the list of multiple reasons she hated him, for making her undeniably more attracted to him.

"You think it will be easy to forget this when we get back?" She asked as the early morning light broke through the windows.

Percy kissed her, "Forget? No. Act like it didn't happen, yes."

Annabeth frowned, "You're such a better actor than I am."

Percy laughed as he gripped her hips and urged her to turn around, she straddled his hips. His naked body pressing into her own as he leaned upright against the headboard.

"I don't know… I think you're pretty good." Percy said against her skin.

Annabeth sighed as her hands found the strands of hair at the nape of his neck, "You think?" Percy laughed, a burst of air against her neck as she felt him harden beneath her.

"Yeah, I picked you for a reason." Annabeth scowled, he had plucked her from her life. He made it sound like he had picked her from a lineup and she should be grateful.

"I forgot how much I really do hate you." She muttered lifting up on her knees so she could sink down onto him.

Percy grasped her waist tightly, controlling the movement of her hips. She rolled her eyes, in the last two days he had been in control of everything that happened between them. It was frustrating because she wanted to run her hands down his body, she wanted to tease him- but he wouldn't let her. Everything was focused on her, not that she didn't enjoy it but she was dying to touch him too.

"Good, wouldn't want you to fall in love with me." He said lifting her up by the hips and bringing her back down. Annabeth wanted to rock against him not go up and down, she wanted to grind down on him but he wouldn't let her.

"Shut up, Percy." She whispered grabbing a fist full of his hair and kissing him, morning breath and all.

When she pulled back she said, "We only have five hours until our flight has to leave for New York."

Percy chuckled, "It can leave whenever the hell I want it too." She groaned as he thrusted up sharply, her head fell back.

Thirty minutes later she sat up in the bed and looked at him, "Breakfast?"

He laughed from beside her, "Shower first?"

She nodded and started rummaging around the room for clothes to put so she could go to her own shower. But he just pulled her to his bathroom and turned the shower head on.

She didn't question it.

After their shower and more sex they went their separate ways to change. She felt like an entirely different person as she walked into her suite. Her bed was made, untouched for the last two days. She sat down on the bed and laid back against it, gathering her thoughts. She was an idiot. A stupid stupid idiot.

How could she have let herself get so intimate with him, things felt so casual between them right now. She was frustrated because she had allowed herself to be taken into his toxic arms. To be charmed by his wiles.

Annabeth sat up and changed into a simple white sundress. She brushed her curly hair and put a little mousse in it and then let it air dry. After applying a little bit of makeup she slipped her wedding rings back onto her fingers. She stared at them for a minute, this last week sort of felt like a real honeymoon. Percy felt like a real husband, in a way.

She felt like grieving this fake life.

Annabeth grabbed a pair of sandals and then headed toward the door. When she closed it she saw Percy sitting on the back terrace, facing the beach. She walked out to him, he smiled when he saw her.

He got up and kissed her lips, "Ready?"

Annabeth nodded, "Starved."

Percy laughed, "I don't remember the last time I ate." Annabeth looked over at him as their hands found each other.

It was so easy to touch him now, "I'm pretty sure it was thursday night." Percy looked over at her and smiled. Her heart clenched, knowing all of this was going to change in less than twenty four hours.

She felt so conflicted as they sat down. She ordered coffee and pancakes as he ordered something while she got lost in her own mind. Finally, she just decided to enjoy these last few hours of being whatever it is they were at the moment.

Percy slid his hand over to hers and then leaned over to kiss her. She smiled into his kiss, hoping there was some way to keep this Percy around for a little while longer.

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She couldn't stop wringing her hands together as she sat on the private jet. Percy had spent the majority of the two hours they had been on it on the computer, using the WiFi. The only thing that changed from their previous flight over here was their seat placements. She was sitting right beside him, his request.

After breakfast they had walked to the beach and stayed for a while, watching the waves crash to the shore. Percy had kissed her, so gentle- cradling her head with his hands. Annabeth felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest.

Who knew he was capable of something like this? Who knew he was capable of being human?

She felt wrecked and not in a good way. How did he keep his emotions in check so well? Annabeth didn't feel like the girl who grew up as an Olympian, she didn't feel like the heir to a billion dollar corporation. She felt naked and completely exposed to him.

Since the wedding Annabeth hadn't given much thought to the real reason she was married to him. Like they stated earlier, sex didn't change anything between them. He was still using her to get to Athena.

How was Annabeth going to change that without telling Athena what was happening. The moment she told her mother why she was really married to Percy, he wouldn't hesitate to kill one of her friends. And as much as she did love her mother, her friends were more important to her. They were there for her when no one else was.

Percy clasped his hands over hers, "Stop fidgeting."

Annabeth glanced over at him and smiled, "Sorry, just thinking."

He tangled their fingers together, "Care to elaborate?"

Annabeth looked at him, they were still keeping secrets from one another but she could stretch the truth, "Just thinking about when we get home…. care to let that 'rule' requirement go?"

He laughed, "You know I've learned a lot about you over the last two weeks," Annabeth's stomach leapt into her throat, constricting it, "I can't say 'no' to you."

Her eyes widened, "You can't say 'no' to me?" She mused aloud, "But you wouldn't let me touch you while we were in bed?"

Percy pursed his lips, "I like to be in control, Annabeth… you know this."

"Yeah, well… didn't you think that maybe I wanted to make you feel the same way you were making me feel?"

Percy raised an eyebrow at her and lifted the arm rest separating them, "You have no idea the things I felt when I was with you." He said honestly.

Annabeth smiled, "Still, I wanted to touch you…. I wanted you to let go a little bit."

Percy shook his head, "Two nights isn't going to change me, Annabeth."

Annabeth resisted the urge to punch him in the shoulder, "I'm not trying to change you, Percy. I'm just trying to get you to try different things."

Percy pulled her into his lap, "You didn't like the things I did?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Do you even have to ask that?"

He smiled, "I guess not." She sighed and looked at him, his eyes piercing her- his hair a disheveled sexy mess. Annabeth hoped that some of this Percy would make it back to New York. She hoped he wouldn't turn back into the emotionless stone he was before.

"I don't want things to change when we get back to New York." She whispered running a hand through his hair.

Percy frowned, "They have to."

Annabeth nodded, she knew they did. How could she just forget all of the things he had done to her. How could she forget about Luke? Even though she belonged to Percy in more ways than one now, Luke had still helped her get through the beginning. She owed it to him to get Percy back somehow but she didn't know how.

Because all she really wanted to do was make Percy stay this way, stay this guy that she liked. Stay her Percy.

Annabeth wanted to scream because it had only been seven days, seven days of his honesty. Seven days of him being different, that shouldn't change her opinion of him so completely.

She climbed out of his lap and sat up, he looked at her confused, "What?"

She shook her head, "Give me a moment."

She walked to the back of the cabin, toward the small bedroom. She slipped inside the room and saw her reception dress still hanging in the closet. My… oh my had things changed.

She needed to get a freaking grip on her changing emotions. She didn't want to feel sorry for him. Annabeth needed him to piss her off, she needed him to do something ruthless, she needed him to make her hate him.

He knocked on the door, "Annabeth, are you okay?" Annabeth looked into the mirror, her wide and scared eyes staring back at her.

Sleeping with Percy was the stupidest thing she'd ever done. He opened the door and walked in, he took in her face. She held her hand up to stop him from saying anything.

"I really need to hate you again." She stated.

He pursed his lips, "Annabeth," He warned, "Don't let these last few days confuse you, don't look into this anymore than you already have."

Annabeth scoffed, "How could I not, Percy? You have been so different the last few days and to be honest I'm scared! I'm so scared of you turning back into the man that I hate more than anything else on this planet. The man who tortured Luke because he was pissed off at me, the man who plucked me from my life because he wants my name and my company. The man who threatened my friends."

Percy walked toward her and opened his mouth but then shut it again. Because honestly what could he say? That he wasn't going to turn into that? That this honeymoon was just a lapse because he was finally taking medicine for his multiple personality disorder?

In the end, he just kissed her.

She could practically feel the apology in his kiss. He knew and she knew he would revert back to his usual demeanor. Annabeth would have to get a grip on herself the second they walked off this plane.

Percy maneuvered her to the bed. Her dress was easily discarded as were his shirt and pants. Annabeth couldn't believe how easy this was now. She wasn't as nervous as that first time. After their two days of nothing but sex she wasn't nervous around him at all.

He was careful this time though, more willing to let her hands wander. Not too much, but he did let her kiss his neck, his chest, his stomach. She guessed he was giving her this little piece to remember their small time away from New York, away from the people they had to be.

She didn't know how long they were in the bedroom, considering she had fallen asleep afterwards. His arms holding her, his lips grazing her cheeks, lips, nose, temple. Annabeth knew she would miss this the most, she wondered if he did this with all of his girls. The question hung in the air but she decided she didn't want to know.

When she woke up he was watching her. His eyes were sad and she knew that they had maybe an hour left before they were back in New York. He kissed her and they had sex one more time before they both dressed and went back into the cabin. She sat on the opposite side of the plane as she tried to get her bearings about herself.

She gathered her purse and carry ons as the Fasten Your Seatbelt sign came on. She did so without sparing a glance back at Percy. It was easier this way, she didn't feel as nervous about it anymore. Maybe because that last time they were intimate had a finality about it.

As they touched down in New York, she looked out the window and smiled. She had missed her city, she had missed her friends. Her time on the island had been a fairy tale and fairy tales weren't real, they didn't come true. Prince Charmings didn't come and rescue you from a beast guarding your tower.

And Percy Jackson wasn't a Prince, far from it.

The plane landed and things started to fall into perspective for her. She looked over at Percy and she could see the hard planes of his face, the frown lines appearing in place of his dimples when he smiled.

She never wanted to forget his smile, the one she saw on the island. When he was being someone he didn't have to be.

Annabeth got up and as the door to the private jet opened, she grabbed her carry on belongings. When she exited the plane she reminded one of the plan attendants about her dress hanging in the closet.

He responded with a, "We'll make sure we get it, Mrs. Jackson."

It was the first time someone had called her by her new name. It was weird, it rattled her to be called "Mrs."

Percy placed a hand on her back and led her to the waiting car. She felt the tingle run up her back just from his touch. Annabeth slid in the car first, he got in beside her. Not much was said on the way home but it did feel oddly comforting, the silence between them. This was how it use to be.

She preferred it this way, she didn't want the charged conversations. The lingering looks, the understanding smiles like he'd had that day on the beach when she'd told him about her childhood. When she'd told him about her lack of a Father in her life. When she'd told him about her ruthless mother and her plans for Annabeth, she'd laid everything out on the table like he asked her too.

He hadn't told her his story though, just listened as she spilled her guts. Then afterwards he had kissed her and held her, holding her to his chest like he could put her back together. Like he could make it alright.

The car stopped in front of the mansion and Annabeth smiled slightly. She had missed her room, just as she had missed her best friends. She pulled her phone from her purse as she got out of the car, she turned the power button on- excited to finally have service.

As she walked inside checking her text messages Percy grabbed her arm, she turned to him. He kissed her lips once and then took a small step back.

"Don't forget that this last week was just me using you and you using me… we were both just fulfilling the others desires. I don't want you mistake this week for anything else but that."

Annabeth nodded at his blank expression, "You mean you don't want me to be hurt when Rachel Elizabeth Dare decides to join us for breakfast again in nothing but a dress robe. Flaunting your sexual escapades around your wife?"

Percy smirked, "Precisely."

Annabeth rolled her eyes, falling easily back into her former self, "Don't worry I won't read anymore into last week than you did."

He narrowed her eyes at the implication that he read more into it than she did, "Don't worry, Mrs. Jackson… you were nothing but a good fuck to get me through the week."

Annabeth bit her lip and honestly… resisted the urge to cry a little. She turned on her heel and walked straight to her room. Her luggage had already been deposited. She stripped her dress off and climbed into the large shower. Washing off this last week, washing off the faint traces of the salty water, washing off the way it felt be in his arms. All of it going down the drain, along with her stupid stupid hormones.

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Confusion wasn't a common emotion Percy Jackson dealt with.

He was always so sure of himself and his emotions. He knew how to keep himself in check but there was one person challenging his steadfastness. Percy, never in a million years thought he would be in this position. He had violated his one rule. The very reason he had set out to find someone to marry other than his harem of girls.

Sex brought emotions into the mix, he knew that. He knew but he still did it anyways. He gave into his desires, lying to himself- telling himself that once they arrived back in the states that it would go back to the way it use to.

But… now, Percy didn't think he could ever go back to the way it use to be.

The feel of Annabeth's skin pressed against his was embedded into his brain. She had gotten under his skin during this trip, he had seen her in a truly different light.

Percy took a sip of the glass full of bourbon he had, sitting in front of the fireplace in his office- the jet lag making his sleep schedule more off kilter than usual. Tonight warranted a glass full of bourbon, tonight warranted getting a bit tipsy. He couldn't believe he had said that to Annabeth. He had lied his ass off to make her believe that last week was nothing more than convenience for him.

When it wasn't. He had enjoyed it just as much as she did.

He took another long swallow of the brown liquid, burning his throat on the way down. Almost like it was burning away the images of Annabeth. He couldn't stop the image of her coming undone by his fingers, by his mouth.

He'd gotten more pleasure out of her than any of the other girls he kept around to meet his needs. He had even spent the night with her, held her in his arms while he slept. For the first time in a long time he slept more than five hours.

For the first time in a long time the guilt of his practices didn't linger on his shoulders. She made him feel different, like he was worth being cared for. When in reality, he wasn't. He wasn't worth having anyone care for him.

That's why he had said what he said earlier, in the entrance way of their way. One week of honesty and two days of sex shouldn't have changed anything between them. He was still using her to get to Athena, only now she knew.

He had to take into consideration how that was going to affect his take over scheme. There was so much he needed to do, he didn't need to be sitting here sulking over his damn feelings.

Percy took another gulp of his drink, willing himself to not go into her room.

He hated this. He hated feeling confused, he hated feeling so out of control of himself. When that was the thing he had always prized himself for being. Percy briefly wondered what she was feeling. He had seen the hurt flash across her face in the entryway. She had believed him, even after their candid time, even after their time together on the plane- when he had let her touch him. He had given her something he had never given anyone else.

But that was his fault, he had done so many things to make her believe the vile things he had said.

That was his plan, though. So, why did he feel so bad for doing that? Why did he feel terrible for telling her that she was just a distraction. He needed her to be. He needed her to be just like everyone else. Just a passerby, someone in life for only a short while.

He finished off his drink then, setting the empty glass on the end table beside the chair he was in. He looked at the glass and then back at the fire, trying to get his resolve to stay away from her to strengthen.

He had given into his desires in the Maldives, believing that one taste of her would be enough. It would get her out of his head.

Since he had found out about Luke that was all he had thought about. In all honesty, he probably should have given her the same courtesy he had. He should have let her have someone to fulfill her desires but he couldn't bear the thought of letting someone else touch her.

He had chalked up his feelings to lust, he just needed to fuck her and be done with it. Get it out of his system but…. but she wasn't out of his system. It was worse now.

Percy clenched his fist and grabbed the glass he had just drank his bourbon in and threw it into the roaring fire. He just needed to get a grip on himself, he needed his control back.

He grabbed his phone, dialing the one person who could almost make him forget about Annabeth. The one person who manipulated situations almost better than he did, the one person who was just as fucked up as he was.

She answered on the first ring, "Percy, it's been a while." He pushed the bile threatening to rise and greeted her, the whole time his subconscious telling him what a fool he really was.

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A new perspective on the situation wasn't needed the next morning. Annabeth awoke and got dressed for breakfast quickly, deciding on a black leather dress with cap sleeves and cinched waist that flared out and hit her just above the knee. It was appropriate enough for whatever she did today. Annabeth didn't have much on her personal agenda for the day, maybe go into the city and meet Thalia for lunch.

She wouldn't be surprised though if Percy had filled her schedule with ridiculous social club meetings to get her in with the wicked witches that were the wives of the most powerful men in New York City. Oddly enough, Rachel's mother was one of these women.

Annabeth knew them all, of course, so it wouldn't be hard to infiltrate and start living like a trophy wife. That didn't mean she liked it, of course. She missed the days of paperwork and drawing on sketch paper, helping bring dreams to life.

She slipped on her nude peep toe heels and walked from the room quickly, eager to get an early start with whatever she did today.

Annabeth walked into the dining room and shouldn't have been surprised by the scene. She should have expected it, really.

Percy was sitting at the head of the table, looking every bit the psychotic idiot he really was- but this time he wasn't reading a newspaper. He was talking animately with one of the prettiest girls she had ever seen. She had long light brown hair, it was straight and pulled the side of her head. She had no makeup on and she was in… night clothes.

It was obvious she had spent the night. The hurt that flashed through Annabeth made her want to hit her head against the wall.

The girl laughed, the sound was whimsical and made Annabeth's eyes prick uncomfortably. She pinched her arm and willing the tears to go away. Who was this girl? And why did Percy smile at her the way he smiled at Annabeth?

On the other hand, why the hell did Annabeth care?

She steeled her gaze and walked to her seat, ignoring the two people across from her. She poured herself a cup of coffee and took a generous sip before grabbing her phone and checking her messages.

Percy cleared his throat, "Annabeth."

Annabeth looked up at him, "Yes?"

Percy narrowed his eyes at her, "I would like to introduce you to Calypso."

Annabeth turned to the pretty girl and saw the malice in her eyes, saw the cruel smile that Percy usually wore.

"It's so nice to meet you, Mrs. Jackson." Calypso said, sickly sweet.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Please call me, Annabeth."

Calypso smiled and looked at Percy. Apparently they were use to playing some sick game, a game they had played before. Annabeth wasn't going to be apart of whatever Percy was trying to accomplish by this, by bringing this girl here.

Annabeth slid her chair back and started walking from the dining hall, "Annabeth?" Percy called.

She turned around, "Yes?"

Percy steeled his gaze, her stomach churned, "Where are you going?"

Annabeth wasn't doing this, she wasn't going to sit here and watch this Percy try to control her when she knew how he could actually be if he wanted too.

"I'm leaving. I'm not going to sit here and watch you make an ass out of yourself with," She gestured towards Calypso, "Her… whatever you're trying to accomplish here… plan failed."

Percy smiled wickedly, "Actually, I think it worked out quite well," He turned to Calypso, "Wouldn't you say, Cals?"

The stupid whore had a nickname.

She laughed, "I would say so, Percy," She got up from her seat and sat in Percy's lap, her hands raking through his hair.

Annabeth wanted to punch him but settled on glaring, "You're not dismissed from breakfast." Percy said taking a sip of his orange juice.

She scoffed, "It seems to me, you don't need me…. don't you two want to be alone… it looks like she's about to jump you right here on the dining room table. Wouldn't want to interrupt that."

Percy looked back at Calypso and pulled her into a kiss, Annabeth turned and walked to the door but two idiots stood in the way.

She gritted her teeth and turned to Percy, he was watching her as Calypso kissed down his neck, "Sit down and eat, Annabeth… you will leave when I dismiss you."

Annabeth just stared stupidly at him, what was he doing? Was he trying to make her hate him even more? Because it was working. She sat down at the table and watched the way Percy whispered in Calypso's ear. The girl pulled back with a smile and stood up, her silk robe slipping off her bare shoulders.

The girl was naked underneath the robe.

Annabeth didn't know whether to cry from sadness or being mad. She was so mad. Her revenge plan, her hate for him strengthening and her resolve to never let him in again steeling in her mind.

Calypso walked from the room and opened the dining room door. Annabeth didn't watch her, she just pushed her stupid food around her plate. When Calypso was gone she looked at Percy, he was pouring himself a cup of coffee.

He didn't look any different from this angle. If she closed her eyes she could pretend they were still in the Maldives. She missed her honeymoon, even more than that she missed the person he was on their honeymoon.

"Stop, Annabeth." Percy said looking up at her.

Annabeth snapped, "What the fuck, Percy! What the hell are you trying to do? Make me hate you again? First yesterday when we got home and now this? Are you trying to make me forget the person you were last week?"

"Stop it, Annabeth." Percy said calmly.

Annabeth gritted her teeth, "Are you trying to make me forget the things you said to me?"

Percy glared at her, his jaw flexing in anger, "The things you did to me."

He stood up, his chair gliding back on the tiled floor. He walked over to her chair and pulled it out harshly, his hand settling on the arm rests around her. His eyes glinting with anger, "I'm only going to say this once… when I tell you to shut up or to stop talking you listen to me."

Annabeth gritted her teeth together, "You don't fool me, Percy Jackson. You may have spouted off those bogus words to me last night but I see right through you."

"Shut up, Annabeth. I mean it." Percy said, his eyes turning to slits.

Annabeth pushed him back and stood up, "No."

Percy looked down at her, "Fine then." He picked his phone up and dialed a number, whomever he called picked up on the first ring.

"Charles, send someone to Nico di Angelo's apartment… I think it's about time Annabeth learned another lesson."

Annabeth's eyes widened, "No! Stop it!"

Percy hung up his phone and put it back on the table, "Listen to me, Annabeth. When I tell you to shut up and listen to me you do it."

Annabeth lost her fight and looked at him, right in the eye, "If you're trying to push me away, I get it. I get what it must be like for you. To connect with someone on a different level and then try to make things go back to the way it use to be."

She laughed, "Believe me when I say last night I was pissed off, I believe everything you say to me… I believe that I was just a good fuck for you but… I also believe along the way you started to feel something."

"Annabeth." He warned.

She kept going, "If you hadn't you wouldn't have let me touch you like you did on the plane. You wouldn't have kissed me the way you did and you most certainly wouldn't have let Calypso hang all over you if you weren't trying to prove something to me."

Annabeth stepped forward, "You don't need to prove anything to me, Percy. I know you're not going to be my knight in shining armor and I wasn't expecting you to be. I wasn't expecting anything to come from our honeymoon."

She cupped his cheek and pretended to not notice the way he leaned into it, "I think the person you're really trying to convince is yourself." Her hand dropped and she turned away from him, away from the obvious display of his warring emotions.