Annabeth's POV
Nico: WHOoooOO! Annabeth! God damn. Look at you go!
Nico: The partners called me.
Nico: They aren't going anywhere!
Nico: Calvin told me about the meeting.
Nico: What the hell did you say?!
Nico: I knew sending you out there was a good idea.
Annabeth: Thanks :)
Annabeth: I gave them an ultimatum! Started throwing them out stats and track records.
Nico: Unreal.
Nico: How's Perfect?
Nico: Percy**lol
Annabeth: He's good I think. I'll check up on him in a bit and let you know.
Nico: Cool. Thanks Annabeth!
Nico: Proud of you.
Nico: Have a safe flight back tomorrow.
I put my phone down and smiled to myself, lying back on my silky hotel bed sheets.
Impress your boss? Check.
Impress your other boss…your sexy, raven haired, green-eyed, Greco-Roman statue of a boss? Maybe.
I told Nico I would check up on him. I had meant it in a strictly platonic sense. He needed support after all the media slander. But I felt myself getting moist at the thought of seeing him. I couldn't help myself. Nothing got going like a kickass day at work. And tonight was my last night in Italy. Beautiful Tuscany. I wanted to have some fun. Sitting up, I let out a long exhale, my mind flickering to imaginative images of our heated moments at the ruins the night before. I longed for more. I got up from the bed and walked to my bathroom, combing my hair and checking my eye shadow. I reached for my glossy pink lipstick and applied it carefully.
What harm could one late night visit to really do?
Percy POV
I hung up the phone after a tedious hour-long conversation with my lawyer. What a way to spend my final night in Tuscany…
At least we had some fucking recourse. He told me he had it covered. These were the usual smear tactics used, especially on rich and powerful men like me. The media didn't even bother to check their facts. As long as there was a life to destroy, those vampires would always run the story. He assured me that as long as I still had text messages and proof of Red's mutual interests in out past sex life routines, we could debunk and counter-attack the abuse claims.
Fucking Red.
I couldn't understand how someone I once trusted could tell such blatant lies about me. And all for her personal gain.
They're not taking Thalia from me. Over my dead body.
I pulled off my clothes and jumped into a steaming hot shower. I let the water flow over me, cleansing myself of the day's bullshit. I enjoyed a few minutes of peace under the cascading gush of water, but as I pulled the curtain back and began drying myself off, my mind started to race again.
What if Annabeth believed the lies about me? Any chance of her being my sub would disappear.
What is it about that woman?
Nico had texted to let me know Annie had saved the company by convincing the partner to stay with us. I didn't reply. As many laps as she'd run through my head, I still wasn't happy about her taking over duties I used to handle myself. It wasn't Nico's fault, though. He hadn't done it on purpose. I was blind as a bat. Good for nothing.
Charlie Cox made visual impairment seem a lot cooler in Daredevil. I'd caught a few episodes before surgery. I had never thought a business mogul like myself could look up to a stupid comic book hero. But fuck it. Batman was rich, too. I thought back to when Nico and I were kids, huddled around the TV every Saturday morning to watch our favorite superhero cartoons. I smiled at the memory of simpler times.
I hung up my towel and slipped on my boxers. I walked to my bedroom and played some nineties grunge on my phone, taking me back to the good old days.
Then, I heard a knock.
"Who is it?" I called out, starting for the door.
"It's Annabeth."
Without bothering to grab a shirt or check the peephole, I swung the door open.
"Annie."
"Mr. Jackson," she stammered. I heard the instant arousal in her voice. "You…you don't have a shirt on…"
"Lucky you, mio piccolo topo," I said, stepping back to let her inside.
She entered cautiously. I inhaled the perfume scent of hair as she passed, shutting the door behind her with a private smile.
I knew she'd submit eventually…
Annabeth's POV
Fucking hell. I'm in Percy Jackson's hotel suite. My fucking boss. And he doesn't have a shirt on!
My cheeks burned like never before.
"Are you okay?" Percy asked. I tried not to focus on his jacked, half-naked body inches away from mine.
"Yes," I managed to squeak. "Are you?"
"To be honest, not really," he said, losing his playful mood. He turned down the old-school grunge playing on his phone and sat on the bed.
"Don't worry about the media. Your lawyer will handle it," I said, attempting to comfort him. I sat down next to him on the bed.
"I never beat her, Annie. I didn't abuse her. Never."
"I know."
"She's trying to destroy me."
My heart sank. Seeing Percy's vulnerability turned out to be another quality that attracted me to him.
"You won't lose Thalia," I assured him softly, turning his head to face me. His green eyes found mine so quickly it was almost as if he could see me.
Kiss him.
The impulse surged through my whole body. And I listened.
Percy's POV
I wasted no time in responding to her kiss. I wanted to taste her again, more than anything. I hoisted her up as she mounted on top of me and growled at the feelling of her sinking on my hardness through my shorts. I moved an aggressive hand to the back of her head, forcing her further into the kiss.
She moaned into me, and I bounced her slightly in my lap so she could feel what she was doing to me. "Mr. Jackso—ahhhh, oh my god!" I relished in the sound of her pleasure.
"Have you thought about it, bella?" I growled determinedly, licking the base of her neck, wincing as she clung her nails into my bare back.
"Yessss," she moaned lazily.
"What's your answer, mio piccolo topo?"
God dammit, woman. Say yes.
"I—ah…I don't know yet. Just touch me…"
Her voice was intoxicated with lust.
"Oh, is that what you want?" I whispered softly against her skin.
She nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. I felt her panting breaths against my face. If she wasn't going to be sub yet, so be it—but I was done convincing her using words alone.
Finding her mouth again with my own, I sucked on her top lip. She invited it, shivering as I pulled away a moment later and slowly lifted my finger to her forehead. I pressed the pad of my finger into her smooth skin and began to trace down the bridge of her nose and around the peaks and valley of her cupids bow. I brush over her lips and curved along her defined jaw.
Annabeth was the first woman since my wife that I'd touched in this way, and I relished in acquainting myself with her perfect features. The more I got a clear picture of this woman, the more I had the dominant urge to claim her. I moved my free hand to her ass and stood up, pressing her against the closet wall of the suite. I continued my journey down her form, taking a lengthy detour around both of her hardened nipples.
This is what I needed tonight. This is what I need every night.
"Mr. Jackson…" Annabeth's nearly incoherent call cut through the silence. "What are you—"
"Shh!" I hushed her soft protest as my finger trailed below her belly button and hovered dangerously close to her sweetest spot.
"Tonight is a prequel, bella," I stated simply.
"I hope it's more than that, Mr. Jackson…" Annabeth panted.
I'll admit. That intrigued me.
What does she have in mind?
But again, I just said, "Shh."
I was in control now. And I won't let her forget it.
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