Brutal some might say, cruel to others. Aphrodite was none of those of course, just the best at what she did with no shame. Named after a Greek goddess obviously she was going to be a narcissistic bitch willing to do anything to get her way no matte...
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Blueberry muffins and green apple suckers.
It was the last things I thought I would see when I walked through the kitchen to find everyone rummaging through a basket wrote to me. It didn't have a name to say who it was from, other then the imprint on the side of the basket too blurred to read. I didn't talk to that many people to begin with, and the people in my circle weren't ones to hold a secret admirer type.
"What's this?" I ask, noticing them all go silent once they notice I'm here. "Saw it on the doorstep when I woke up, figured it had to be something important if it was wrote to you specifically. Super creepy note also included." Gray explains sliding a note across the table to me. I open the already teared envelope, flipping the card open to read my full name.
Dear Aphrodite (cherry) Black, Before you go bat-shit and start planning my death for why this was sent, be glad it wasn't something less sweet like a dead deer on your front porch. I don't appreciate being yelled at and threatened in a nonsexual way, especially by someone I barely know. Still, I hope to see you and your pretty face more often. At the bottom of this basket is an address to a party I'm hosting tonight. Wear your sexiest dress and highest heels, I'm expecting nothing less from you. Invite your funny friends too. Florence says hello. - yours truly, H.
There was a formal invitation at the bottom of the basket just like he said there would be, along with a smaller slip with four numbers on it. It didn't specify what it was for, only a small 'x' on the back of it.
The note just sounded like a bunch of bullshit, filled with little threats and disrespect. I should've just thrown it away when I saw the opening line. "Probably some stupid set up, I'm not going." I mumble laying my head on the table. Harry seemed as narcissistic as they came, and I survived it once already.
Not doing it again.
"And you guys aren't going either." I add on. A series of groans were heard from around the room, making me scowl lifting my head up. "Incase you guys forgot, we have jobs that don't go on hold because you want to party. They called, and are expecting the work to be done by nine tonight." Believe me when I say, I don't work for anyone. I might work with certain people, but never would I work for someone. I was just holding up our end of the deal.
