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.
I know I like to call myself a hot headed person, but I did have some sort of patience. I knew when it was time to argue and when it was time to walk away from conflicts, and I was pretty good at not getting too angry over little things. Still, I swore Harry was trying to get me to forget everything I learned.
For the first few days of me staying at his house everything was fine. We ignored eachother and only spoke at night when we had to discuss whether or not I was going to work with him. He was also pretty consistent with the trainings I was having him do with little to no complaint. And then, once that first week mark passed, it's like everything I did— or didn't do pissed him off.
If I decided to eat eggs that morning he got mad that his kitchen now smelled like them.
If I woke up extra early to work out in the gym before him he would get annoyed that he wasn't the first person to use it.
He was an unbelievable, spoiled, man child who made it his mission to tick me off more and more everyday.
Today for example, it was five forty five am. Fifteen minutes before Harry was scheduled to wake up. Trust me, I marked it. He was very adamant that our routines didn't clash.
It was very clear that us waking up at the same time wasn't going to work. I needed to sort my head out, look through every single security camera this man has in his house, and have an ounce of alone time before the day started. I even turned on the coffee machine because that's what he preferred. He got the fancy coffee, I got the tea. There should be no confusion, right?
Obviously not.
Harry comes down in nothing but basketball shorts, walking directly to the coffee maker before scrunching up his nose and moving on to the tea kettle. He pulls out a mug and starts pouring the rest of my tea into his cup, taking a careful sip.
"Not much of an English tea, but this will have to do." He comments turning to me. I eye the smug look on his face and narrow my eyes at him, clutching the mug in my hand. I wanted to throw the rest of my tea at him and storm to my temporary bedroom, but the self control I was so hopelessly trying to hold onto was keeping me off. I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders back, counting to three. "Maybe cause it wasn't for you. It was for me, all of it." I calmly snap. I made exactly two servings each morning. One for before breakfast, the other before bed. It was a routine. The perfect about of ingredients down to a T at this point. I wasn't even sure how to make it into a single serving anymore.
He ignores me and takes another sip, eyeing the laptop in front of me. "Anything new worth talking about?" Harry was good with asking little to no questions about this, and when he did they were all mostly useless. There had been no big hits and clues, which could either be a good thing or a bad one. They were staying under the radar for the most part. Gray had been trying to crack into the messages to see if they've been cryptic with something or if he could find an ip address or something, but he got nothing.
