Fixing the Myth

Fixing the Myth

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....all the Gods and Goddesses attended the celebration. It was held in a beautiful, huge white building. I was talking with some of my friends while I sipped in my third glass of champagne. My eyes wandered around the room since I wasn't really interested in the topic my friends were talking about. My eyes laid upon a tall handsome guy standing at the far corner also just looking around at everyone. It seemed almost immediately our eyes locked. I looked so handsome in his black and grey suit. When I say I almost drooled just looking at him you know he had to be damn good looking. He broke our glaze when Zeus came up to him to talk. This is a story of a Greek myth about me and the love of my life, Hades, God of the underworld. I am here to tell the truth of a Greek myth and what really happened between us *I am rewriting Greek myths just for fun
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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