The Don's Sweetener [18+]

07

Daily dose of mental health:

Life is weird. Do it justice by being weird.

"Uh...good morning?" I ask craning my neck up to look at him.

The sun shining directly at the back of his head gives him a more ravishing look as he stands behind me, his muscular arms crossed over his chest, eyes cold, and angry, jaws clenched.

"I can't see the sun...so if you'll just move a bit?" I ask with a smile.

This little snobbish imbecile, wearing anger on top of his nose like it's his bloody birth right.

"Get up from the dirt, Lucia." He orders. I roll my eyes and turn my head to the puppies.

"Hey puppies." I coo crawling a little forward to get my hands on the littlest mutt and bringing to my lap. "You're a good boy, aren't you?" I gush making a pouty face, hoping he gets irritated and leaves.

I was having a good day without having him in it so far.

"Get up, Lucia. I need to speak to you. It's important." He says again in a clipped, controlled tone.

"Okay. You can sit here and talk." I reply.

I feel the cool of metal press against the base of my neck.

Damn this little bitch.

"Like a good little girl, Lucia. Up." He jams it a little harder.

Bitch! I get up, the little mutt still clutched to my arms.

I face him with a sneer as he frees the half breed hound from it's leashes and like a good pet, the hound follows him through the property.

The maid girl walks beside me, to the house. She parts at the hall saying she'll be in the kitchen and I follow the devil and his pet to wherever.

"Sit." He says with the same to e he used earlier, once we're inside the room that I was twice last night.

"I'm not a dog." I snap but take a seat.

Rolling his eyes he sits himself down on the leather chair.

"Seeing you roam around I guess you go your list of the does and the don'ts?" He asks.

"Yeah." I say patting the furry head of the little puppy. It purrs snuggling deeper into my chest.

Little attention seeker, that one.

I think I am going to name him...Bean. yeah Bean. Cute.

"And I hope you'll follow them, per se."

"Yeah yeah. Whatever. Can I leave now, the smoke smell is suffocating." I say. The smell of cigars were heavy in the air and it was making me gag. The big dog was curled up at Hades's feet, whining lowly.