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Coriolanus is a bit dark, jealous, and in denial in this. June is trying to move on with Odysseus Odair, but Coryo still pops into her thoughts, and Odysseus is just...yea... he's smooth and smiles alot.

Chapter 2:

While Coriolanus is in his office, high up on the top floor of the Citadel, raging and having an internal meltdown about June's relationship, she's walking down a crowded downtown sidewalk, hand in hand with Odysseus. The two of them heading to a cafe near the office for lunch.

"I'll cook you dinner tonight. How does that sound for a third date?" The bronze-haired man offered, his smile full of sunshine and dimples. Odysseus' smile was contagious: June couldn't help, but to smile widely back at him.

"Last time I had a man cook for me I was 18." June honestly admitted as a fleeting memory of Coriolanus, all skin and bones, stirring a pot of cabbage popped into the raven-haired girl's mind.

"I know that it's rude to ask a woman her age, but I must know, how old are you?"

"I'm not offended, Odysseus." Shw assured him before revealing her age. "I'm 24, by the way."

Leaning in, as if he was going to tell June a big secret, he smiled- large and scandalously, and revealed, "I'm 28." Bumping her shoulder lightly with his, Odysseus teasingly chuckled, "Guess it's time for me to bust out the wheelchair since I'm the Old Man of the Sea in this relationship and you're the youthful mermaid."

June let out a laugh, a genuine laugh, at her boyfriend's words. She's only known him for a day, but so far he's proven to be nothing, but respectful and kind. He's unlike anyone she's ever met before.

Odysseus was very bubbly and it was refreshing. After being with someone so cold and calloused for so long, being with a warm soul was like a breath of fresh air.

"I don't know much about such things. Is it something common to District 4?"

Odysseus nodded, only to say. "The Old Man of the Sea is the water god, Triton." instead of leaving it there, he decided to explain the legend of the sea god to June. "He's very wise and it's said that if you can manage to capture him and hold on as he changes into many forms that he can answer any questions that you have, about anything at all."

"Had anyone ever caught him?" June curiously asked as the cafe came into view.

"Some claim to have caught him, no one really pays them any mind, now do they?" He chuckled.

Odysseus' smile brightly widened as he animatedly explained the lore of mermaids to his new girlfriend, "And a mermaid, according to folklore, is a mythological water spirit that's the most beautiful siren of a woman on the top half, while having a fish tail instead of legs for the bottom half." Coming to a stop at the cafe, he held the door open for June while continuing his sea creature lecture with, "They can both wreak havoc by causing shipwrecks and can be benevolent by granting boons; some even forgo their own mermen and fall in love with human men."

Guiding her to one of the bistro tables (since the cafe was one of those seat yourself and someone will be with you in a moment type places), he told her with a faraway look in his sea-green eyes. "My Pops says that my Ma was so beautiful that he's positive that she was a mermaid who struck a deal to gain human form."

From the way his voice slightly quaked while mentioning his mother, June knew that she was most likely dead. How did she know? Because Coriolanus' voice did the same thing if and when he ever mentioned his late mother (which was rare and far in-between).

"How old were you when she passed, if you don't mind me asking?" June tentatively asked, knowing that it might be a touchy subject, while taking her seat at a windowside table Odysseus brought them to.

"I don't mind you asking, honey." The bronze haired man assured the raven haired girk, taking his seat across from her at the table. Grabbing the menus from the display rack on the edge of the table, near the window, and handing one over to June, he simply said, "I was about 9." Opening his menu, he sadly explained, "There was a hurricane in 4 that completely flattened the beach side community her family's house was at. Even tho she was a strong swimmer, she drowned." Staring a hole into his menu, he bitterly spat, "President Ravinstill refused to send help or aid, or to even evacuate that part of District 4 because Panem was in the early days of the war."

"You and Poseidon were here, in the Capitol, while she was trapped in 4." June concluded while scanning her own menu.

"Yes, that's how I ended up living a privileged life in Capitol City while my mother and her family's beach house was swept off of its foundation; lost to the depths of Davy Jones' locker."

"My father was an officer in 12 during the war. His commander helped him smuggle my mother, older brother, and me here, to the Capitol, during the Dark Days."

"He was found swinging in the trees outside of 12 with General Snow, wasn't he?"

"Yea." June nodded, only to change the subject by announcing what she thought looked appetizing on the menu.

Coriolanus was barely holding it together whenever he walked into his penthouse. As he went to hang up his coat and place his leather briefcase on the side table by the coat rack, he felt his Grandma'am's eyes on him.

Her stare was scrutinizing, making him feel as if he was a little boy again- getting scolded. He hates that feeling. The feeling of not being perfect, of failing. He strives to be the best, at everything he does, so Grandma'am staring him down with thoughts of shame unnerved him.

Grandma'am didn't have to say it, he just knew that she was disappointed in him. But why? He's successful as the Head Gamemaker, he's going to announce his run for Senate, and he's engaged to be married to a young lady from a very prestigious banking family. He's well on his way to success.

On his way to becoming the President of Panem in a few years time. Something that Grandma'am has always wanted for Coriolanus. Shouldn't she be proud of him, not staring him down with shame?

"How have I disappointed you, Grandma'am?" Coriolanus asked the old woman, keeping his voice cold and even, as he shrugged out of his favorite maroon trench coat; hanging it up on the corner rack after placing his briefcase on the nearby sphere shaped side table. Made out of mahogany, of course. Only the best for the Snow family.

Which is why June feels like she's not a fixture in the penthouse anymore. She's not good enough to be a part of the Snow family; to be with Coriolanus. There's something better out there for him, but she's come to accept it and move on.

Coriolanus hasn't moved on, but he won't allow himself to admit that he's fucking up his life by listening to Strabo Plinth when it came to the affairs of his heart. Oh, yes, that's right, the platinum blonde man turned into a cold creature that destroyed his own heart; refuses to acknowledge love. All he knows now is hate, indifference, and lust.

Truthfully, he's in denial when it comes to June and his feelings. He just chalks it up to being possessive and lustful over her, but honestly it's love. A dark, twisted take on love since he's a broken man and doesn't know how to love, but it's love none the less that he feels for June.

"Your father would be ashamed of you, Coriolanus. I know that I am; so is your cousin, Tigris." The white haired woman, dressed in all her fineries, told her grandson. "Most of all, your mother would be heartbroken knowing that her son turned his back on the love of his life."

Grandma'am's words cut Coriolanus deep as he walked over to the sitting area in the main room. Her words cut so deep, it felt like a long double edged sword piercing through the spot where his black, cold, dead heart is locked up in his chest.

His jaw clenched painfully as he stormed gracefully, thanks to his long legs, over to the open sitting chair across from his Grandma'am. He felt his soul bleeding in his chest as he sat down. The old Snow family matriarch's words burned Coriolanus worse than if he bathed in gasoline and lit himself on fire with a match.

But Coriolanus Snow's a very proud man; he won't admit that Grandma'am's words hurt him. That they rang true; made his conscious berate him. Made him feel a pang of self loathing and guilt.

No…

Coriolanus will act like he didn't do anything wrong, even tho he did.

"I didn't turn my back on the love of my life because I don't have one." Coriolanus denied in a flat out lie.

Lie, lie, lie!

June's the love of his life and he knows it, but he's just too goddamn afraid to admit it. So fucking scared of being hurt, used, manipulated, and weakened by love. He'd rather deny his feelings for her then face them.

Coriolanus can face anything headon, except for his feelings. The man didn't do feelings. And that was such a shame, because he truly did love June.

Too bad he was too focused on his political ambitions; couldn't see how much she loved him and vice versa.

Grandma'am blanched at Coriolanus' words. Those words hurt her deeply. She loves June, as if the dark haired girl was one of her own, and knew how large of a role she played in her grandson's life. And to hear Coriolanus write off the love the two of them share so easily, as if it was nothing, made her wonder where she went wrong with him? Tigress turned out fine, so why was Coriolanus so…so cold and dead towards the girl that he's loved his entire life?

Watching Coriolanus as he reached forward to grab a piece of candy from the large 3-tier candy dish set in the middle of the glass coffee table, Grandma'am sadly wondered, "I didn't raise you to be like this, Coriolanus. How can you be so cold when it comes to June, your sweetheart?"

"She was never my sweetheart, Grandma'am." Coriolanus retorted coldly. The frostiness in his baritone even sent a chill down his own spine, but it was too late to take it back now. The glacial sharp sentence was now in the universe, floating around; sure to manifest and take hold.

The remark and the attitude that accompanied it would surely come back to bite Coriolanus in the ass; to haunt him. There's no way on earth, in heaven, or in hell those cruel and icy words won't find their way back to June. Because they will…

"I see." Was Grandma'am's clipped response. Those two words held so much sadness and disappointment in them. The old woman's wrinkled face turned sour as she informed her grandson, "I just hope that she didn't ruin her life sitting around; waiting for your love. She turned down quite a few wealthy suitors, even a General's son, as I understand from Tigress- who felt that June was wasting her time on you because you've changed- turned hateful and cold."

What? June turned down opportunity after opportunity to get out of poverty; all because of her silly notion of being in love with him? Of wanting more than what he can offer her?

June willingly chose to work for scraps, having her ideas used by her boss- to be claimed by them as theirs instead- for advertisements and marketing plots, instead of being pampered on and made a socialite by a rich man. What's wrong with her? Was June truly foolish enough to believe that love could pay the bills; could be more than enough for her? Was June foolish enough to want the insecurity of love over the security of wealth?

Coriolanus never took June for a foolish girl, but now…well he doesn't know what to think. Why would she hold out hope for him to love her, to pick her, to give her things he's incapable of, if she wasn't foolish. June knew as well as he did that he has to do certain things to climb to the top, to reach his political goals, and that entering a union of love with her isn't one of those things.

"Waiting around for me to love her; to propose a marriage that would only hinder my political aspirations, makes her one of the biggest fools in Panem, Grandma'am." Heartlessly shot out of Coriolanus' mouth before he could think twice. He didn't even recognize his voice, but it truly was his.

"I don't know what happened to you, grandson, to make you so hateful. That girl's loved you ever since the Dark Days and you seemed to love her back, but I now see that you were just using her. Using her like that little songbird of 12 used you up years ago during the 10th Hunger Games." Grandma'am spat at Coriolanus, causing the hardened young man to just flash her a deadly look. A look that would make most people cower in fear. But, Grandma'am Snow wasn't like most people. She did raise General Crassus Snow after all and he had some of the most hateful pale blue eyes in the Capitol.

Coriolanus' face was cold as stone, his eyes flashing with fury, as he seethed, "Don't you bring up that dead district whore to me, you old bitch. I'll take any of your other ramblings, but not talk about that songbird."

The disrespect and loathing in her grandson's tone worried Grandma'am. She's never seen Coriolanus in such a light, but she didn't like it.

Her grandson was nothing like his father. No, Coriolanus was worse than Crassus. Despite being a strict man that believed in totalitarian rulership, Crassus Snow was capable of love. He loved his wife dearly and unconditionally. But his son, well, it seems like Coriolanus has closed himself off to love.

And that scares Grandma'am.

"I think, since you're newly engaged, that it's time for you to find your own penthouse to live in." The Snow matriarch told her iciscle of a grandson while watching him lean forward to grab another piece of candy from the extravagant candy dish.

Popping the piece of candy into his mouth, Coriolanus simply said, "If that's what you want, then I'll move out." Standing up, he said, "I'll go call the Plinths' realtor, see if there's any penthouses available in one of the new Luxe buildings downtown."

No, Coriolanus wasn't going to see if there was a penthouse available in any of the new Luxe buildings, but in June's specific building. Because, by living in her building, he'll be able to give her gifts without being stopped by that troublesome doorman with high morals. He'll also be able to fix things with June, get her to see his logic and agree to come back to him. Coriolanus will be able to break June and Odysseus Odair, the Capitol's biggest manwhore, up before she becomes too enthralled by him. Before he loses her to him.

Despite denying his feelings for June and calling her a foolish girl for loving him, the thought of her possibly falling in love with somebody else terrifies him. It eats away at his soul, knowing that right know June's probably thinking about the date Odysseus took her on last night.

Coriolanus is jealous that June's moving on (after a damn month!) with somebody that he views unworthy of her. And he's going to put an end to things, make her return to his side.

And the perfect way to do that is living in June's building. So, hopefully, Coriolanus can purchase the penthouse in her Luxe complex.

After a long day at work, June went home and got changed into something comfortable before going across the hall to Odysseus'. She felt a bit nervous knocking on his door. Yes, he did invite her over and said he'd cook dinner for a third date, but it's been a while since June's been invited to a man's apartment. In fact, the last time she went to a man's apartment was the night that June ended things with her ex.

When the door opened, revealing Odysseus in the doorway dressed in a simple tank and shorts, June felt her mouth go dry. His tan skin was glowing, bronze hair effortlessly framing his shoulders in waves. But it was the face splitting smile, brighter than the sun, that took her breath away.

How is it that he can always flash June that smile every time he's around her? Can he truly be that happy to see his racen-haired girlfrirnd? She last saw him a few hours ago for lunch, he couldn't have missed her that much- could he?

"Come on in." Odysseus urged June, pulling her into the apartment with an excited look on husy dimpled face. "I got shrimp and asparagus risotto on the stove." He told June, gently closing the door as she walked into his place; taking in the decor.

The decor was nothing like how June expected a modern, upscale apartment to look like. The walls, instead of being the white, cream, or light grey that's standard in the building, were different shades of blue and green. Also, she noticed how a pair of hammock-like chairs made up entirely of rope and nets hung from the ceiling. Instead of a sofa, like most people had in their apartments, Odysseus had floor cushions that were shaped to resemble a couch. The coffee table was a chunk of driftwood with glass on it, while the TV was set on a table painted various shades of blue to resemble waves. And the wall decorations of various shells really set off the beachy vibe of the apartment.

"Is this how houses are decorated in District 4?" June asked, standing in the middle of the mainroom- taking everything in.

"Yea." Odysseus nodded. "Wait until you see the kitchen, you'll love it." He told June, only to grab her hand and drag her into the kitchen.

The kitchen, that was decorated with mounted fish all over the walls. The beautiful white cabinets had all of their doors taken off. The back walls of the cabinets were painted teal, creating a contrast with the white shelves and frame. And the once white marble countertops were painted (Yes, he painted over marble!) seafoam green. The kitchen island stools looked to be made out of a mix of driftwood and rope, which made June wonder how sturdy they were.

"Sit down, honey. The risotto's almost done." June's new boyfriend beamed, guiding her to sit down on one of the stools (that she's iffy about). "You're going to love this risotto; recipe's a simple one from 4, but it's delicious." Odysseus told June, going over to the stove and stirring the contents in the pan so it wouldn't burn.

"Do you eat anything other than seafood?" June asked, hoping that he did. Honestly, she didn't eat seafood religiously, so if Odysseus did then…well…guess June'll have to deal with it.

"Fish's healthy for you, June." The heir to the largest luxury cruiseline out of District 4 told his girlfriend while taking the risotto pan off of the stove and placing it onto the countertop.

Which was bad, because without a trivet to rest on the heat from the pan can ruin the counter. Does he not give a shit about ruining his counter? Hell, Coriolanus would be having a stroke if June pulled that shit- placing a hot pan on his marble counter without using a trivet.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute, wait a goddamn minute! Why the fuck is June thinking about Coriolanus, her ex, when she's about to have a nice home cooked meal with Odysseus, her current boyfriend? What the hell's wrong with June?

What? Is June going to be that girl that compares apples to oranges in bed too?

Odysseus' warm hands skirts across June's body as his mouth leaves feather soft kisses all over her skin, but it feels foreign to her. Honestly, she's not used to soft caresses and lightly peppered kisses. Of lips pressing against hers firmly, but faintly. June wasn't used to a man swiping the tip of his tongue along her lower lip in a way that was both sensual and questioning all at the same time.

No.

June's used to hungry, sloppy butterfly kisses which turn into bruising bites all over her skin. She's used to cold, rough hands squeezing and grabbing at her. June's used to lips harshly clashing against hers in hungry desperate kisses. Kisses that seemed to be from a man starved as he shoved his tongue down het throat without warning. Desperate kisses that turned into opened mouth ones, complete with spit swallowing, tongue sucking, and bottom lip biting.

June's not used to softness. Instead, she's used to roughness. But perhaps June could get used to softness.

Or at least she tells herself that she'll get used to softness as she lays naked underneath Odysseus, splayed out on the floor cushions, as he languidly rolls his hips against hers. His movements are reminiscent of ocean waves crashing against the shore. His thrusts were slow, but powerful.

June felt like she's going to explode as Odysseus' mellow movements slowly worked passion into her. Her pussy begged to be pounded, craved for his cock to bruise against the spongy spot inside of it. But instead of brute force, June's cunt got gently caressed by Odysseus' large cock (well, he had the length, but not the girth she's used too. Oh god, is June really comparing her boyfriend's cock to her ex's cock? Yes, yes she ia and June'll probably go to hell for it.) evertime he dragged it against her tight walls, only to push back into her again.

June bucked her hips, whining out, "Faster, Odysseus. Harder, please."

Odysseus just smiled lazily, making his dimples protrude deeply in his cheeks. Bringing one of his hands up to stroke June's cheek, he said, "I see you're not used to making love, honey. But, you'll get used to being worshiped like the goddess you are."

His words were sweet and sent June's heart fluttering a mile a minute. And the smoldering look he gave her as he snapped his hips just a little bit deeper, a little bit harder, had her head spinning.

And soon, before June knew it, her cunt's clamping down around his cock and her nails (no longer crimson, but now a simple French manicure) are digging into his shoulder while she whimpers, "Odysseus." over and over as she cums.

Odysseus after feeling June cum around his cock, coating it in her sticky juices, quickly pulled out of her. The feeling of emptiness crashed into June harder than any storm wave hitting a pier ever could as Odysseus knelt between her legs, quickly pumping his cock until he cums with June's name on his lips. The feeling of his warm cum spurting out onto her belly made June twitch in surprise.

June wan't used to having hot cum shot onto her body, she's used to being filled up with it. Was there a reason why her boyfriend didn't want to cum inside of her?

But before she could ask him, he was pushing himself to stand while announcing, "I'll get you a towel so you can clean up."

"Okay." June simply nodded, laying on the floor cushions while spent with white pearl like seed slowly sliding down her stomach.

After a few minutes, Odysseus came back with a towel. He gave it to June, before collecting his shorts and pulling them on. As she cleaned his cum off of her stomach, he gathered her clothes- which June thought was odd.

Coriolanus never gathered June's clothes for her after fucking her. No, he used to pull her into his arms; pressing June to lay into his side, while carding his fingers thru her raven hued hair. Sometimes, after a particularly rough and hard fucking, he'd draw a bath for them or he'd hold June in bed while telling her that she did so well; that he was proud of her for not using the safeword- only to remind June that next time if she needes to use the safe word (red) that she can and he won't think any less of her.

But June's not with the platinum blonde man (who doesn't give a shit about her, who's engaged to the heir of Panem's biggest bank now) anymore, the raven hairs girl's now with a bronze haired man who's habits she'll just have to learn. Have to get used to.

Flopping down on the seat cushions, Odysseus handed June over her clothes. "I thought you might want to get dressed so you won't be cold while we watch tv."

"You want to watch tv?" June asked, finding it strange that he brought up tv instead of cuddling.

"Yea, there's supposed to be a fishing documentary on soon and I don't wanna miss it."

A fishing documentary…Of course, he wants to watch something about District 4. Well, she can't fault him for that. He has a tie in a way to the district and just wants to learn all he can about it, since he resides in the Capitol.

Plus, June supposes that she can cuddle with him while watching the documentary together.

Coriolanus walked behind the realtor (a middle-aged man that Strabo Plinth had on speed dial) as he opened the door to the penthouse suite of the Luxe apartment building that June resides in. "You're in luck, Mr. Snow, that nobody's applied for this unit; that I was able to fit you in for an after hours showing as well."

"Yes, Mr. Grand, it seems that I'm very lucky that I'm the only one inquiring about this penthouse." Coriolanus told the realtor, a calculating line of a smile on his face, as he took in the vast space of the main room.

It was twice as big as the Corso penthouse; surely June'll be impressed by it. This was her building, even if she did live on a lower floor (where the working-poor of the Capitol were), so Coriolanus knew that she'd like his new penthouse once he convinced June to see it. And, despite just starting the tour with the realtor, it was his place.

The platinum blonde master manipulator was going to move in as soon as possible, because it was the only way to get his taven haired girk back. He had to get June away from that peacock Odair before she did something stupid, like let him seduce her and get knocked up. June's not allowed to get knocked up by anyone, other than Coriolanus that is.

Yes, Coriolanus feels that he's the only one that can give June children. Nobody else better put a baby in her, unless they have a death wish.

But unknown to Coriolanus, Odysseus isn't ready for children yet (He may or may not have a few baby mamas and paternity test disputes floating around that his rich daddy Poseidon's taking care of) which is why he practiced the pull out method with June while 'making love' on his floor cushions.

If only Coriolanus knew…well…he'd be having a coronary.

Not about the pullout method (no, that's something he'd be thankful for cause he's the only one allowed to cum inside of June), but about June making love to Odysseus on the floor. That fact right there would make Coriolanus mad enough to kill. He's already jealous that June went to dinner with Odair, but if he ever found out that she fucked him…oh boy…it'd be like a throat punch to his ego.

It'd also be a dagger through his cold, dead, black, too small heart that secretly holds love for her.

But what Coriolanus doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, he's engaged to Livia Cardew and should be worried about her, not June. But, no matter what, he'll always worry about her because June's the one he wants in his life- despite driving her away by entering an arranged match for money, power, and glory.