Fathers of Athena Konstantinos (Completed)

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Athena's Pov

"Just bloody look at it!" I exclaimed, showing him all the nooks and crannies of my new room.

It's been an hour since we've been on call. Other than updating him on every occurrence in the last three hours, I've eaten his ears out by telling him how rich my hosts are.

"It's cool." He shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What do you mean by 'it's cool'?"

"I mean..." He sighed. "I thought we hated those guys?"

Ever since grandpa told me the truth about how I was conceived and abandoned by three drunk teenagers and a prostitute, I hated each one of them. And Tristan being my best friend naturally loathed them just as much.

"We did. We still do. And that doesn't change if they give me a good room to stay in but I can enjoy it."

He looks at me for a moment before speaking again. "You know you have to leave this nice room, amazing car and gigantic yard, right?"

"Of course I do. Stop speaking like an old man who's seen the worst in life and doesn't find anything interesting anymore and is probably waiting for death as he tells young people on how meaningless material things are."

He chuckles. "Do I really sound like that?"

"Sometimes. When you're trying to be my dad."

"Trust me I have no intention of being your dad. I could be your daddy though." He playfully winks at me.

I raise an eyebrow. "Well I was particularly looking for a sugar daddy but I guess I could wait until you get rich."

"How much sugar are we talking?" He asks like we're negotiating.

I thought for a moment. "I don't know. What's the rate nowadays? I think a thousand euro every month doesn't sound too bad."

"Hmm... Wait till I'm eighteen."

"Sure, daddy." I whisper seductively.

I see his cheeks getting coated with red and I start laughing. This is how Tristan Anderson is, he would tease me but the moment I flirt back he gets all shy.

He doesn't look at the camera and decides to clean his messy desk. "Go get your breakfast, I have homework to do."

"Please do mine too, daddy." I say innocently.

He rolls his eyes. "I was already going to. You weren't any better before and now you have the excuse of unfortunate shady circumstances."

"Hey! Don't scold me now. It's not like I'm enjoying having my grandpa in bandages." I pout.

"I know." He pulls his desk chair and sits down setting his phone on the table. "Just don't get attached-" I cut him off.

"I won't. I hate them."

"I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about everything that comes with the prospect of a relationship with them."

"You think I'm a golddigger?" I gasped, acting offended.

"You're not. But you're too affected by materialistic things."

"That's totally false information. It's not like I only like men for their money..." I tried thinking of a good example. "The guard!" I exclaimed. "One of the guards here is so hot and I would love to get with him. Although he totally ignored me but you know I love a challenge so I'm determined to atleast try." I sidetracked. "But that's beside the point. The point is, I'm pretty sure he earns less than my grandpa so you see I'm not after money all the time." I clapped my hands together.