"Wake up! Athena get up!" Harmony shook my shoulders on the bed. A headache started to form at the back of my head with the way she was saccaging me.
"Girl why?" I whined, annoyed at the blatant disregard to my sleep.
"We were supposed to have breakfast with the guys, remember?" I opened my eyes and saw that effectively, she was already dressed in her usual attire, which was a crop top, jeans, doc martens and the jacket of her choice. Today it was a baby pink bomber jacket, a black crop top and dark ripped jeans.
"Ugh, fine. Thanks for waking me- and giving me a headache." I groaned and rolled towards the end of the bed, catching myself before my face could hit the ground.
I walked slowly towards the bathroom. I did not feel ready for the day, besides, I really wasn't resting lately. And...I missed my brother. I couldn't deny it any longer, I felt unable to deal with basic human activities without him present besides me.
"Athena, I have a really indecent question," Jon said while getting out of the bathroom. My dress was in his hand and he looked really, really confused. "How the hell can you afford this?"
"Should I be offended?" I chuckled and rubbed my eyes.
Then the realization hit me. The question was indecent, but it was also perfectly understandable. The dress I'd worn was an extremely expensive Prada dress. I'd kept it because it had been a gift from my grandmother, and it was nice. I had mentioned the fact that my parents were pretty wealthy. But my grandparents? Sickeningly rich. Rich enough that they could feed three villages in Africa a year for the rest of their lives. Or my life. They were pretty old.
"This is a vintage Prada dress, Athena. Either you're filthy rich, you had a sugar daddy or you're laundering money." Disbelief laced his tone.
"A vintage dress?" Harmony hurried beside him and looked at the tag in the dress. "Holy molly! You weren't joking when you said you were a high society bitch! My bets are you're filthy rich!"
"You guys can't even see the price!" I cried out.
"Oh shut up, and spill!" Jon said with an excited grin. "I've always wanted to have a sugar daddy!"
"Me?" My eyes widened in surprise, then I couldn't help it, I started laughing. "It was a gift, Jon. I'm not rich but my family is. If you want I could hook you up with one of my cousins... if sucking on toes is your thing..."
"Screw you." Jon flipped me off and I snickered.
"You wish. Anyway, my grandma gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday. It's a nice dress so I kept it." I shrugged.
"Oh so if it was ugly, you'd throw a dress worth five times my salary away?" Jon raised a brow.
"No! I'd give it away of course." I said in a duh tone. "I'm over this conversation so can I go take a shower now?"
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Her Poison
Romance"It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways."- Atticus *** I knew that there was no one else for this woman than me. With no apology to my brother, if I couldn't have her, then nobody would. Athena brought out the ab...