Just For You

Chapter 7: Hera

Hestia chugged her water down when we sat in the coffee shop. I was confused when she first asked for us to hang out here. I swear I thought pregnant women couldn't have coffee, but she explained she doesn't drink it. She just really likes the smell. Apparently, she and her husband spend a lot of time in coffee shops.

          I sipped lightly on my togo cup of coffee. I haven't heard from Zeus all morning. I thought about texting her, but from her note, she was trying to steer clear of me. I don't blame her. I embarrassed the fuck out of myself last night.

          "You look like shit." Said loud enough that two people at a table overlooked us.

          Hestia looked over my face, assessing me. Most likely trying to figure out why I don't have myself put together. I didn't have the energy to get all dolled up today, so I took one of Zeus's hoodies and found a pair of my jeans.

          "Oh, how I so love our talks, big sis."

          She smiled at me. "Does it maybe have anything to do with Zeus?"

          No, we weren't going to talk about her. I can't do that today. And I don't want to see that look on her face when I tell her how I tried really hard to get my wife to fuck me in a drunken state.

          Sighing, I play with the sugar packets on the table. "Sort of," I say honestly. I take a deep breath. I embarrassed myself last night. Why not one more time in front of my sister? "Zeus asked me to go to a work thing for her. It just so happens that Achilles was centered around that work thing."

          "Uh, your old college friend?" Hestia asked, more interested in my story.

          I nodded my head. "Yup. I did my thing. Managed to help out Tolliver's Publishing. But only if I had a drink with Achilles."

          I saw my sister frown. "Seems very illegal."

           "It's not like that, and I didn't even fully mind."

          Hestia huffed. "That woman has a crush on you. I saw it whenever I visited you at college, and she was around. That drink offer was loaded with other offers."

          I know that. I knew she had a crush on me, but I didn't care. I needed a friend. I was never interested in her. Not when my mind was on so many things, one being Zeus.

          We went to different colleges, so I saw her less and less after high school. I only saw her in the summer, and our whole thing started. Me messing with her and her doing it back.

          "Anyway," I continue. "One drink led to many, many more. And I got drunk. When I got home, I was very... slutty and tried to sleep with Zeus."

Hestia burst out laughing. So loud that people were looking at us, making me more self-conscious about the whole thing. Her laughter died down only slightly after a few seconds.

          "Oh, the horrors of wanting to sleep with your wife," she said with a chuckle.

          I groaned. "It's not like that. It's been so long since I've wanted her to touch me that I felt my heart shatter when she rejected me last night."

          "You were drunk, and your wife didn't want to exploit you. I'm failing to see how that's an issue. And besides, I'm sure Zeus is very aware of the fact that you two haven't fucked in god knows how long, so she probably would have felt bad if the first time you guys got together was because you were intoxicated." Hestia scolded.