Fathers of Athena Konstantinos (Completed)

Vase

Athena's Pov

“How do I look?”

I swirl in the dress but his eyes still remain serious. I wonder if he ever smiles. And I wonder if he'll ever drop his gaze to my legs.

I've purposely worn the shortest one piece I have with spaghetti straps that show a decent amount of cleavage and hem that lifts up my ass if I bend the slightest.

I wanted him to take a peak at what I'm offering but he's adamant on staying a gentleman.

“You look good, little one.” He finally says.

That's the nickname he gave me last night just before his shift ended. I made an origami dinosaur for his youngest son and he was so grateful for the gesture that the word just slipped his mouth.

I still have twenty four days left in this hell house but Eric’s presence is making this easy. We talk a lot. He told me he has three kids, his twins are twelve and the last is three.

He taught me how to make a french braid which he learned for his wife in college. He’s quite the romantic. I like men who put effort into such small things just to make their partner happy. Eric’s the type who’d do anything for his girl and don't just leave her for no valid reason.

He’s also trying to teach me how to whistle and tricks to pick up men —he agreed I'm already good at the latter. He believes it's all about confidence and how you carry yourself because every man wants what others desire.

If you show them you are the most ‘in demand’ then they'll come after you like a puppy.

But I've always had men attracted to me because they think I'm naive and gullible. No one likes it when I'm not as dumb as they assumed. I haven't had anyone who appreciated my boldness.

“Thanks.” I bait my eyelashes at me, giving him a cheeky smile.

I think I really like Eric. He’s been so good to me. Definitely better than how the trio has been treating me. I wish he was my father.

But since that's impossible now, I'll get what I can from him. If not one relationship then the other would work. All I need is a tag so he's obliged to take care of me.

“Well you look sexy.” I say with a flirty edge to my voice. “As always.”

“I'll take your word for it.” He says and straightens up to look ahead.

I hate when he does that. He always acts like we weren't just talking and he was only entertaining our conversation because it's part of his job.

But I get him. The Konstantinos brothers are fucked up people, who knows when they'll misunderstand something and fire him from his job.

“I'll see you around then.” I say and he nods.

He has a limit of words he speaks to me each day. If I stay over that set amount of words, he starts nodding and looking away.

I wonder if it's because there's a CCTV camera where he's stationed…

Of course that must be the reason. Why else would he ignore me? He likes me, if not romantically atleast platonically. Who won't be charmed by me? I'm the hottest stuff there is.

I'm two doors away from my room when I accidentally bump my foot into the small table in the hallway and knock over a vase which shattered in front of my eyes.

I kept looking at the broken pieces, not moving an inch from my awkward position. It was expensive. I'm sure of it. I've looked up prices of a few random items in the mansion and each one came at a ridiculous amount.