“It’s Mars.”
“Isn’t it always?” Calliope deadpanned.
Athena sighed.
“Just... please go check on the condo and... his name isBrian.”
Calliope hummed in agreement, before speaking.
“Fine. But you owe me, you know.”
“Put it on my tab,” Athena said as she hung up, handing the phone back to the human man, snapping him out of his trance, as she barreled on her way to the one place she knew she’d find her brother.
There was only one place he liked to go after a fight after all, to sate his hunger for lust.
The Den of Sin, of course.
CHAPTER9
The forest seemedto go for miles and Brian wondered if he was truly lost. That was until he finally reached the summit of the mountain and saw reception.
“Oh thank God.” He sighed in relief as he brought up his maps, shocked to see he was more than an hour away from the hospital.
How had they gotten here?
He knew he’d probably been well past his liquor limit, but he was always quite aware of his surroundings, and even in an inebriated state, he would have noticed a car.
But he could not remember anything except sliding his arms around Athena, holding her close, breathing in her alluring scent and feeling her warmth pressed against him...
And then it was as if they magically appeared in her living room or something.
Brian wasted no time loading his ride share apps again, relieved when one Uber showed up, which he gladly accepted, and when the car finally made it to the block of the small town he’d settled at, he poured himself into the backseat and let exhaustion hit him.
He leaned against the window, watching the world shift from an idyllic forest into the concrete jungle he knew all too well, feeling the shreds of fantasy dissipating. What happened with Athena had been...
An out of this world experience.
A part of him truly wondered if he had, in fact, created her in his own fantastical brain, but the fact he could remember her touch, her kiss, the sound of herbegginghim for more...
He was certain he was ruined.
No one else would ever feel the way she did.
Perfect.
And he’d been far too distracted by his sister’s news of their father’s heart attack to leave his number, though he’d never done anything like that before.
Is that sort of thing customary?
Is that what one does on one-night stands that end well?
Brian was not sure. After all, it wasn’t as if he had many one-night stands to begin with...
As the car pulled up to the hospital, Brian shoved down his melancholy thoughts of love lost and vowed to focus on the more important matter at hand, so he texted his sister, bracing himself for a day he hoped would never come.
Brian was not entirely sure what to expect, but the fact his father looked well was perhaps a testament to the force that he actually was.
Must be the good ol’ Irish blood.
