𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✔️

♡ Chapter 3 ♡

July 3rd.

I love sleeping. It's the only thing that I love unconditionally in the entire world.

And when I wake up, I'm pissed.

My short silk robe hugs my body tightly as I brush my black hair in the mirror. I love all things hair and make-up related. My eyes basically turn to hearts looking at my favorite Valentino lipstick. I only use it for special occasions, I could never bring myself to waste it. 

Through my closed door, I heard something downstairs. I just continued on with my skincare, rubbing a serum into my skin and lip balm into my lips. It was probably just the gardeners. 

Once my skin care is done, I begin heading downstairs. I love having fruit and pancakes for breakfast, I look forward to it every night before going to sleep. 

I pull a container of strawberries out of my fridge. I walk over to my sink, wash them, and then carry them with me into my living room. 

"What the fuck!" I jump, nearly making my strawberries fall to the floor.

Nic Laurant sits in my living room, his ankle resting on his knee. He looks up at me with no expression on his face, "I'm not that happy to see you either, sweetheart."

"Um, what the actual fuck are you doing in my house, stalker?" I cross my arms and question as he rises to his full height. 6'3, minimum. 

It's too early in the goddamn morning to even pretend to be nice to get him to like me. It was 1 freaking pm, might as well be sunrise.

He took slow steps over to me, never looking away once as I put a strawberry into my mouth. 

"I have my ways," he says vaguely, his head tilting left slightly. 

His eyes look me up and down. My silk robe was short, and showed a bit of my cleavage. I crossed my arms together to stop my cleavage from being visible, making him look back up at me again. 

"We have to do something tonight."

"We?" I question, putting another strawberry into my mouth. 

He says firmly, "Yes, we. Hades asked us to do something."

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Why the fuck didn't Hades tell me this first?

"Fine. I'm going to be at the diner in the city later. The blue-themed one," I told him. "Pick me up there."

"Fine, princess. Try not to dream of me."

I'd only dream of him if I was putting a knife in his chest.

I picked up another strawberry, but my mouth opened in annoyance when he grabbed it out of my hands and popped it into his mouth. 

The smirk on his face irked me. He turned, showing me his back, as he walked over to my front door. As he opened it, I pulled the slipper off of my right foot, and threw it at him.

He paused when it hit his back. It made a noise against the floor, and I just stared at him while crossing my arms sternly. 

He gave me a glance over his shoulder, "Yea, best assassin in the world."

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Sitting inside the diner, old music from the speaker hits my ears. I eat the plate of french fries that I ordered, tearing them in half before I pop them into my mouth. French fries are my favorite food and always will be.