Her Secrets

67

|Athena's POV|

Feeling something heavy draped across my waist, I slowly opened my eyes and glanced at the thing only to realise that it was a hand.

A large tattooed hand.

Sean.

I had my head buried in the crook of his neck and one of my hand was rested on his chest while his arms were wrapped around me. Were we fucking cuddling? Holy shit.

And why was my head hurting so much?

I kinda wanted to stay in that position forever. It felt nice. Like really nice. For once in my stupid little life, I didn't feel repulsed by a guy in that way. Sean made me feel safe. He gave me comfort and that too, by doing absolutely nothing— by simply being there.

I really wanted to tell someone about what happened to me. I wanted to tell Sean about it— I wanted him to be that someone. Someone who I'd open up to, someone who I'd probably— as stupid and childish as it sounds— fall in love with. I didn't care that I was getting attached. Fuck it. Sean was a great person, probably one of the bests out there. He made me feel things no one has ever did. So yes, I was pretty fucking sure that I was beginning to develop feelings for him.

Granted he was a murderer but hey, we all have a type... He happened to be mine. And I was no Saint either. I was an assassin who's killed a lot of people, tortured them in ways one couldn't even imagine. I was an insane little psychotic twenty year old. That's totally normal, right?

I frowned at that thought.

Who'd want me?

Nobody wants a crazy bitch. Sean would probably send me to some asylum or something. What was I saying? He's seen me— he has seen what I did and he didn't care. So that has to mean something, right?

As much as I wanted to say something about all those killings I've been doing— which I knew he was curious about— I couldn't. I didn't have it in me. You know the feeling when you have been through some pretty bad shit and you want to tell someone about it but then you begin to think of other people and your mind goes all; yeah there are people who have been through worst, stop whining about your problems and suck it up? Well, I have. And I hate it.

Anyway, what happened last night? I could not remember shit. The last thing that I remember doing was suggesting to Sean that we should drink to our victory and then that was it. The next part was a blur.

I got drunk out of my ass, didn't I?

I knew that the second Sean would wake up, I was in for a hell of an embarrassing time.

"What are you thinking about so hard?" His morning hot as fuck voice broke me from my thoughts. "Want your head to hurt more than it already is?"

"Did you really have to talk? I was hoping not to start my day with your voice being the first thing I hear," I groaned, turning to bury my head in my pillow.

"I was hoping to wake up with you on the ground but life's unfair."

"Dick," I muttered, "what did I do last night?" Nothing bad, I hoped.

"Nothing much," He replied making me glance at him only to find a smile resting on his face. "No, I did something, didn't I?"

"Okay, yeah, you basically kissed the Watchman, begged him to come inside so you give him a lap dance but he refused and I think he got scared of you," he began listing while I narrowed my eyes at him. He was lying, wasn't he?

"And then you stripped and began to walk around the house naked—" he paused, lips twitching up to form a smirk, "let's not forget about your whole ‘fuck me goodnight’ shit which is basically how we are in the same bed right now."

Fuck me goodnight?

Was that even a thing?

"Are you fucking with me, right now?"

"What, no! I would never." He replied dramatically before plopping up on his elbows, "and yeah, you also told me about that interesting little dream you had of me."

"What dr—" I cut myself off, my eyes widening as I jumped out of the bed without second thoughts. I did not!

How could I betray myself like that?

"Realisation hitting you, darling?" He questioned, still with a smirk on his face, "you said we did it in the bathroom. My god, Athena— what kind of unholy thoughts do you have about me? You should go to the church sometimes."

"Shut up," I made my way towards the bathroom, "I never said that. Forget I said that, okay? Or I swear I will decorate my room with your organs— staring with those pretty grey eyes of yours."

Did I just admit that I find his eyes pretty out loud and that too, to his face?

It's the alcohol in me. Yep, there's still alcohol in my system.

Hoping, he didn't pay attention to my words, I gripped the bathroom's door and was about to open it when I heard him ask, "you think my eyes are pretty?"

Turning around, I saw that his eyes were filled with amusement making me sigh loudly before open the bathroom door, get in then slamming it shut.

I leaned against it, my hand automatically going to my hair before running a hand through it only for my fingers to get stuck in the stupid knots. I hated this so much.

I kept fucking up with Sean — what the actual fuck was wrong with me?

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I know this chapter wasn't great but I promise I'll update more later today or tomorrow if I get caught up.

Now does anybody reads Harry Potter Fanfictions here? If yes, can I get some Tom Riddle x Fem OC recommendations?

Yes? No? Okay. Thank you.