SEX GOD ✔

Chapter Ten

It just wasn't right, Achilles thought frowning at the stack of documents in front of him.

In his hand was the picture of a very familiar woman, but he didn't understand. How was it possible for him to know her? The picture was right there with a grinning twelve year old him and a seven year old Kaarina beside him, looking at him rather than the camera.

What was his stepmother doing with this picture anyways? This was taken when she hadn't met his father to sink her long well manicured and 100% fake claws into his father. It was actually the summer before the witch had started 'dating' his father. She wasn't even really his stepmother. The hooker was his father's personal whore! Although if his father had his own way, she would be. But being as he still couldn't find his mother yet, his father couldn't file a divorce or be a widower.

But what stuck out at him was that he couldn't remember that summer. He wasn't suffering from complete memory loss, he did have some bits and pieces that had made him have an idea of what Kaarina was talking about on their date. And the way she was speaking so animatedly about it to him, she clearly didn't remember that he was the boy next door with the large yacht.

He turned the picture, trying to see it at a different angle to see if it would clear his amnesia. But nope, it wasn't helping. He threw the picture on to his desk and rested back into his tall headrest chair. It was probably old fashion, but it was very comfortable and suited him well. Just as it had suited his forefathers.

His brows furrowed and puzzled creases formed in his forehead. He unconsciously crossed his ankles and scratched the light stubble on his jaw.

He didn't like this one bit. Not knowing was never apart of his vocabulary. No matter what it was, he just always knew. But this time, he just...didn't.

And it frustrated him. He clenched his fist turning around his chair so he could look out at the view through the floor to ceiling windows.

But she did look different. He did too, but she had transformed completely. Even though he lost his boyish charm and 'baby cuteness' anyone who saw it would vouch it was him. He didn't smile as nearly as much as he did those days, but that was still him. She on the other hand was a completely different person. Probably it was the braces, brownish orange hair, small and chubby form. Yep, she really took on the stage of womanhood with blunt force. And she was now so breathtaking.

He groaned as he shifted in his seat, making a little more room in his pants. Jeez...so much for bodily control. It was likely the aftermath of the night before. He had never have such a raging hard-on in one night. On one date! It was unheard of for a man like himself. But he had the cold showers and restless night to prove it. If blue balls was a disease, he was sure to have the worse case. Oh, how he would love to more than touch those supple curves of her and sip those cherry wine lips.

He groaned once again feeling his member throb with desire. He really needed to get some work done. With that in mind, he turned around to get rid of the stock of documents on his desk. But without thinking, he placed the picture in a frame he hadn't used, yet kept in his drawer. He never liked putting personal pictures, or anything that would give people the thought that he was weak, on display, but he didn't care. Not this time.

After another half hour, Achilles had finished the stack which his secretary had quickly retrieved and left. Just then, his stomach grumbled. He scowled, remembering the reason why he had missed breakfast.

He looked up at the clock, shocked he was done so early. It was just after one in the afternoon.

"Hmmm," he frowned rising out of his seat and grabbing his jacket. "I guess it's time for lunch."