Just For You

Chapter 6: Zeus

"Thirteen. Fourteen... fuuuck fifteen!" I gritted my teeth, trying to place the bench press bar back on the rack. Once I heard the large clack and could safely remove my hands, I sat up, rubbing my shoulders.

I stretched my arms above my head, hearing my bones pop and crack. Benching two hundred and fifty pounds is usually light work for me, which is why I did four sets of fifteen. After last night, having to fight the urge to want to sleep with my wife shouldn't have been so hard. Her being drunk is the only reason I could back off.

It's been months since she wanted to touch me.

That kiss. The way her lips traveled down my face and neck. Her whispers tingled on my throat. I'm surprised I didn't come just from that. Her words didn't help. She knows how to get to me and almost got me if I lacked common sense.

Her hurt expression when I rejected her didn't go unnoticed. I could see how mad she was at me. But I want to do it right. I want her to want me with a conscious mind, not one urged by alcohol.

When I got her text, I really just wanted an excuse to be with her. I was super proud of her for talking Achilles into signing back at the author, but I really just wanted her. I knew she could do it, which is one main reason I sent her.

It seems she celebrated on her own, though. I'm not mad she came home shitfaced. I'm mad because of who she was with while getting shitfaced.

Achilles has always had a crush on Hera. And I hated it. How Achilles would look at her, talk to her, and touch her made me sick. 

Achilles and I have a silent war going on. She likes to buy companies I have stocks in and practically force my cote out. She, on occasion, will buy things I had my eyes on. She hates me, and I know why. I got what she always wanted and will be damned if I let her have Hera.

I groan into my hands. The noise of others working out flooded my thoughts. I usually work out in my own gym at the penthouse, but I needed to get away, so I'm working out in some gym I've been paying a membership to since high school. I have no idea why I haven't canceled the membership. I haven't been here for years, but it was helpful today. I needed to blow some steam off far, far away from Hera. However, I would like to blow some steam off with her.

Fuck, she really knows how to get me.

After she huffed off to our bedroom, I followed her to ensure she got into bed safely. She tried to use that to try to get me in bed again. Stripping slowly, keeping eye contact with me the entire time.

When she was fully nude and realized I wasn't going to break, she flipped me off and got into bed. I couldn't help but laugh a little. She still had her makeup on, so I went to the bathroom and got her makeup remover, cleaning up her face. I even applied her moisturizer to her face.

After I was done, she was knocked out cold. When I tripped over her purse and dress, the loud noise didn't even make her budge.

That's how I found out she was out drinking with Achilles. I saw her message on Hera's phone. I tried to ignore it. Pretend I didn't see it. Gaslighting myself into thinking it wasn't real, but it was.

Even though I'm pissed, I was more upset with Achilles than Hera.

"Excuse me?" I move my hands away from my face. Someone probably wants to use the bench press. When I looked up, I saw a familiar face. Blue eyes sparkled in the bright gym lights. Blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail. She wore a pink sports bra and tiny, tight shorts. "Zeus?"