Warning ⚠️
There's a lot of smut here, basically 70% of the chapter is Sex.
I'm also bad at writing stuff like this but it was needed for the story...don't cringe too lol.
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Hermes's POV
The club was a nice one, the wine was a nice, every body was groping everyone and the dancers were perfect.
They were perfect Fuck Material.
I went to the bar and asked for an Old Cuban, I think I am addicted to that cocktail. I don't know if it's the lime juice or the month leaves but it reminds me so fondly of Chrys, my son.
He loved the taste of mint leaves and always had a little bit of it stuck in his mouth. He almost always smiled so it was always very obvious when it was stuck between his teeth.
It's at moments like these that I understand Apollo is some ways, if my son hadn't fallen in love with that stupid siren then things wouldn't have come to this.
All the training went to waste, all the time I spent teaching him how to outsmart those around him had gone to waste once he fell in love with the Siren.
It's not even the Siren that I hate the most in this situation, it's that little brat Savanna. At least she lived up to her name, a petty aggressive brat that didn't know what to do but foolishly attack everything in her path.
She hurt him so bad that he'd never heal. Aphrodite and Apollo both said that no amount of magic could heal him from what he's gone through.
It's just like me though. I don't even know why I was shocked. It's just like me to ruin everything that I had by accident and cause everyone around me to suffer those consequences.
The young bartender spoke, "Excuse me sir but there's a woman that has been trying to get your attention for quite some time now, or did you actually not notice." He had an amused smirk on his face when I turned towards her.
She was breathtaking.
Beautiful red plump lips, Long black hair, an amazing dress that showed of all her curves and emerald green eyes full of excitement.
I loved the expression she wore on her face as I stared intensely at her. She was possibly as wanting as I was to find a room for the both of us.
I looked back at the bartender, "Are there any rooms in this building that I could rent for a night?"
He smiled wildly and if I were not in the middle of some amazing chemistry I would have fucked him right here without hesitation, "Yes, up those stairs actually. You'll need to pay £600 for one night though." He's lying but I still have him the money.
People that lie to me just end up looking hotter füçk anyways.
I walked up to the woman and started a conversation, "Sorry doll, I didn't notice you from over there. What's your name?"
She smiled, "My name's Eve and you?"
"My name's Jace," I lied.
"So are you usually here in the city or-"
I kissed her quiet.
I enjoyed the taste of her mouth, she had obviously taken an Old Cuban in hopes of striking a conversation.
Typical Move.
I carried her by her hips and made my way up the stairs into the closest unoccupied room.
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