Fathers of Athena Konstantinos (Completed)

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Athena's Pov

“What did you like in those men?” 

So far I've done ten two-hour long sessions with Eleni; one each day. Surprisingly I got comfortable too early. I thought it'll take us months to get to the most complicated parts of my life but we've already discussed most of the details. 

I've told her about how I got abandoned, about my rebellious urges, about my impulsive nature, my gold digger mother and even my interest in older men. But not once did I feel uncomfortable talking about it. 

I initially thought Eleni was too robotic and I was just her latest project but I guess she must've known I'd like a subjective approach. I've already had too many emotional people in my life who tried different methods to tweak and treat me. 

“They cared for me, they took out time to meet me, they'd always hear me out, they would take me to parks and malls and cafes, anywhere that I wanted to go. They got me things grandpa refused. They let me do whatever I wanted. I'd drink and smoke and they won't ever tell me to stop. They were also better at sex than people my age and oh the best part, they cuddled me for hours.” 

Eleni nodded and turned a page of her notebook. “Last time when we talked you told me that you always knew their care was fake.” 

“I mean I kinda did. Not initially but when every guy switched after fucking me I kinda got the idea that they’re faking it.” I shrugged. 

She hummed writing down something before she asked, “What about the gifts? Would that be something you'll consider to be a major reason for your attraction?” 

I thought of the question before shaking my head. “I wasn't that interested in the gifts. It was always clothes, perfumes, make up, decor or toys. I had enough myself. Grandpa did restrict me from over spending but he got me what was necessary and more.” 

“The first time you had sex was with Peter which was, let's say… a child's curiosity. You wanted a taste of freedom.” I nodded with uncertainty. “The second and third guy… you said you got with them because after Peter, being single felt unnatural.” I nodded again. “Just like Peter they were three-four years older than you when you were twelve.” 

I don't know why she was narrating me my own story but I kept listening. “Then you got with Richard shortly after you turned thirteen. He was the first adult in your life. Correct?” 

“Yes.” I answered. 

“You mentioned when you got with him you didn't plan to get intimate. It wasn't even on your mind. What changed after him? What made you seek a sexual relationship with older men after Richard?” 

I suddenly got blank. I didn't have the answer to her question. It was frustrating how she managed to ask such in-depth questions about my life that even I couldn't answer them. 

“I don't know...” I mumbled. 

“It's okay. We’ll figure it out together.” Her encouragement did help move on to the next topic. “Tell me about your meetups. You liked going out with them?” 

“Yes. I liked those. I like those very much.” 

“Why is that? Anything specific you can tell me behind your fondness of it?” 

“Um…” I started racing my brain for answers. “I liked when they held my hand as we walked through malls, or when we went to cafes and they'd patt my head when I finished my whole meal. Or when we went to park they'd stay in front of the slide when I came down, they'd gently push me when I took the swing, they'd playfully chase me but didn't catch me so I could feel like I won. They were so nice when they did all that.”