"Jealous?"
"Why would I be?"
"Because I know your fantasies." He argued.
I leaned closer to him, smelling his overwhelming scent. "And I'm appalled at how they are just that. Fantasies."
He smiled and leaned closer, piercing through my eyes with th...
I downed the flute of champagne and placed the empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter. He eyed me curiously from bottom up, but the moment he saw the scowl on my face, he immediately took off.
I was pissed. Too fucking pissed to even ask for more alcohol to drown in.
"Hey," a foreign voice greeted next to me. I turned, forcing a smile at the man I recognized as one of the sponsors of tonight's event. David... something. "David Dray." Ah.
I shook his hand while feigning interest. "Veronica Elvira, CEO of The Midas Association."
"Oh, that company based in London, was it? I was surprised to see your name in the list since we held the gala tonight in New York." He gestured around the grand room we were in.
"Well, I received a personal invite from the organizers, so it was a shock to me as well." While that was technically true, I wasn't here for simply business. I had other matters that involved a lot of alcohol and the dress I wore that showed more skin than anyone else.
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To be fair, I would have gone with a much simpler dress, but the target tonight was too high profile, even for me. Hermes said that my 'charming' personality wasn't enough and that I needed to control the party with a good dress which he was kind enough to find for me. Where he got it, I did not know.
When I wore it, my first thought was where I could possibly hide my weapons. I would usually attach my dagger to my thigh, but every step I took bared my entire leg and the fabric hugged my body too much that a blade in my bodice would basically announce itself to the world.
"Then just use your magic. I don't really understand your penchant for lugging around those metallic instruments to draw blood when you can do it with a snap of your fingers," Hermes had told me. "Go commando for once."
So, I did. The kind without the weapon, not the kind where I did not wear any undergarments. I had no plans to do anything remotely sexual tonight, nor have I done anything in the past few days.
In comes the purpose of the alcohol for tonight. It wasn't for the mission, but it leaned more towards personal matters that greatly involved a stupid, arrogant god that I fought with three days ago.
It was our first major quarrel. A soul came knocking on the castle doors, begging us to talk to his fiancé who apparently was suffering in the mortal realm without him. The man got on his knees, rubbed his palms together, and cried as he asked for just a day to go back to tell his lover that he'd passed away in a freak accident during his daily commute to work.
The couple were to wed next week, someplace where only they knew. After he got his partner pregnant out of wedlock, their families exiled and abandoned them. They were only teenagers. It was why he worried greatly for his pregnant fiancé whom he knew had no one other than him. Without him, he feared she might have to face everything alone.
