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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APHRODITE. The trip hasn't even started and Harry's already pissing me off. We were set to board in ten minutes and he was no where to be found, nor was he answering anyone's calls. After our ordeal last week I spent every second of the ride back getting questioned by both Gray and Val wanting to know what happened.
I'll admit, I only flirted with him a week ago to get under his skin even more and it worked. It was clear he wasn't going to give up on this black mailing deal, so it's the only way I could always be one step ahead.
If it was up to me we would've left without him. Leaning against a wall I shield my eyes from the sun that was beating down on us, checking the time for the eighth time in the span of three minutes. We were taking a private plane to the islands, since flying economy with two A-list stars and a short tempered girl who wanted to kill one of them wasn't the smartest idea.
"Give him time A, he just texted me that he's close by." Val defends seeing my patience slip away with each passing moment. She's been doing her best to not make me snap at others who weren't at fault, which wasn't working very well. "If he isn't here in the next two minutes we're leaving him." I mumble taking the hat that rested on Gray's head and putting it on mine.
I was more annoyed than usual. I was stressed, tired, and really did not want to get on this plane. I hated every single aspect of this. Marriage proposal or not, I was really starting to wonder if this all was still worth it.
Just as if the gods wanted to screw me over even more Harry pulls up and messily parks, hopping out the car. He wore shades and was walking like he was extremely hungover, but it was the hickeys that littered his uncovered chest that gave it away. Someone comes to grab his bags as he walks over, running his hands through his hair.
"What's the point of wearing an button up if you're not going to button it?" Gray laughed, taking in his appearance. Harry pushes the material back to put his hands on his hips, giving him a pose. "I'm on vacation baby!" He cheers raising his hands into the air.
My eyes narrow at him, letting out a scoff and heading to the stairs into the plane. "Yeah well next time don't be late to the vacation you crashed." I had yet to tell the others know that Harry knew about the cause of death and was now black mailing me, and I wasn't planning on it. Solely for the fact I knew that they were going to use this and throw it in my face whenever they screw up.
"Sweeter than ever, aren't ya' cherry?" He stops to talk to El before following behind me, taking a beer from a fridge and walking to the back of the plane. I chose the window seat, following the safety measurements the flight attendants were beginning to spew out. A laugh slips from his lips as he sits directly besides me, resting one leg on top of the other and setting himself up. "The killer cares about her safety," he grins. "Hold this for me?" He more so says, handing me the cool bottle and tightening the belt around his waist.
He grabs the bottle from my hold then immediately groans to himself, seemingly figuring it out that it isn't a screw off cap. Without him having to ask like I knew he was going to, I snatch the beer bottle out of his grip and bring the cap to the right side of my mouth. The sound of fizzy air could be heard releasing as I crack off the top with my molars, spitting the cap out into my free hand.
