The Survivor (Book 2)

Chapter 11

Zack told his father about my idea, and his father called Gabriel. Once we got the okay, we told the housemates. Taylor shuddered upon hearing the location, curling into Eros. Eros quickly nudged him off, twisting and turning the controller in his hands. Avalon sat on the other couch, looking like the calm before a storm.

“Who’s winning?” I asked, sitting down next to Taylor.

“Who do you think?” Avalon chuckled. “He’s wishing he never woke up this morning, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Shut it, Av,” Eros said through gritted teeth. “You’re going down.”

“Wake up call, Eros, you’re still losing,” Lionel chortled. “When do we leave for Heaven?”

“Whenever you want,” I shrugged. “Soon, preferably.”

“After I kick this son of a bitch’s ass,” Avalon said, laughing and high-fiving Apollo when she finished shortly after. She leaned into Lionel’s side, kissing him deeply while Eros grumbled to himself and started a new game without the witch’s knowledge.

“She’s cheating,” he huffed after Avalon squealed and hurried to catch up from what she’d missed. I patted the couch, and Zack sat down next to me.

“We’re gonna be here a while,” I kissed his knuckles. “So I was thinking about my dress.”

“Which dress?” Zack frowned.

“My wedding dress,” I deadpanned.

Zack rolled his eyes, “I know, sweetheart.”

“You’re an amazing actor,” I shook my head. “I was thinking about the color.”

“You’re not going with white?” Taylor asked, suddenly interested in our conversation. I shook my head. “What color, then?”

“Black,” I shrugged. “I don’t look good in white, or at least not as good as I look in black.”

Zack bit his lip, nodding quickly, “You look good in all colors, but something about when you wear black makes me lose my head a bit more.”

“Probably not as much as when she’s not wearing anything at all,” Apollo snickered. I blushed, and Zack smirked at the god.

“No, she does look fantastic when she’s undressed,” he said as his eyes faded black. “But you wouldn’t know that.”

“Or do I,” Apollo wiggled his eyebrows, and I felt Zack tense up beside me. I rolled my eyes.

“I swear to God, you’re all a bunch of twelve year-old boys,” I huffed, leaning back into the couch. “And if you get to be, then I want to be one too.”

Zack raised an eyebrow, “What?”

“Go ahead,” I shrugged. “Talk about video games and naked women. I’ll join in. Hell, I need a break from being one of the naked women you talk about.”

Apollo blushed, and Zack smirked at him. “My fiancée is a badass.”

“I was talking about you, too,” I said quietly. Zack frowned at me. “Yes, you.”

“What did I do, sweetheart?”

“Don’t pull that bullshit on me. You know very well you fed the fire there,” I sighed with a shake of my head. “Don’t make it longer than just the next week, darling.”

Taylor leaned over, “You could spend the week with me and Eros if you want.”

“Do I need to start ranting about how I’m not here to be your toy?” I shoved Taylor into Eros, giving Avalon the upper hand when Eros was distracted. “Because, trust me, you don’t want to get me ranting.”