Fathers of Athena Konstantinos (Completed)

Sweatpants

Athena's Pov

He gets up with me still in his arms and walks to the bed. Gently setting me down, he starts working on the duvet but I stop him.

“Get this sweatpants off, they're like ten sizes bigger and it's irritating.” I whine.

Tristan always pampers me so I get away with acting like a baby. But I don't do it so often, only when I'm stressed or all my energy is drained out.

Since last night my brain and body has worked up and all I want now is for someone to take care of me. And who better than the guy who genuinely loves to spoil me.

He leaves the duvet and moves towards me. Placing one knee on the bed, he leans forward and grabs the knot of my sweatpants to take it off.

I wait as he does so and lift my butt to help him remove my bottoms. He’s helped my drunk ass change a thousand times and each time he’s kept my underwear on and safely put me to bed.

It's not a big deal for me to strip in front of a guy but I haven't gone completely naked in front of Tristan. Though I asked him to see me without anything on so he could tell me if I look ugly but he refused. And instead started lecturing me to appreciate my body because I'm perfect and anyone who tells me otherwise is lying.

In short: I trust him with my life.

He’s proved everyday that he’s the best choice I ever made. I don't want any other friends as long as I have Tristan. He’s perfect.

I don't mind him touching me anywhere or removing my clothes but I know if I ever try anything on him, he’ll pull away. He won't ever let me closer than we are.

Not that I want to.

And even if I wanted to, why would a guy like Tristan want a slut to take his virginity?

I'm too filthy for him.

And we're better as we are. I like to have atleast one person in my life who isn't with me in the hopes to one day fuck me.

I lie down once the uncomfortable thing is off me. Tristan refused to take a peek at me and tucks me in the comforter.

“That sweatpants must be one of those giants’ and I'm pretty sure it has some sort of STDS from them. I'm gonna throw it in their face.”  

“How about you just stay a little calmer than usual? It's just about one month.”

He said it to set me at peace. But everytime I think about living with the men I hate something snaps in me. I'm trying to enjoy this lavishness and get the most out of it but I know in the end, this month will eat at the remains of me.

“Whatever.” I dismiss the topic.

“The hoodie looks cool on you.”

I look down at the brown hoodie on me. “Hmm. I'm glad they had the brains to get me something or I'll have to walk the whole way to the dining room with hickeys all over me. I had the hood weirdly wrapped around my neck this whole time to hide my evidence of sin.” I chuckle.

His eyes drop to my neck and he brushes his thumb along one of the marks. “Who was it this time?”

“Jason or Jackson, maybe Johnson, I don't really remember his name but boy he sucked my neck good.” My eyes lit up thinking back to the memory. “I can bet getting fucked by him would’ve been amazing but grandpa called before that.”

“And how old was he?”

“My grandpa? Stappp he’s too old for you, sista.” I joke.

He didn't find it any amusing. “The guy. How old was he?”