Eros
What the fuck was that? ‘I’ll be counting down the minutes until you return.’
literally anything else I could have said would’ve been better than saying that. I could’ve just said ‘see you soon’.
I’m standing in my room trying to figure out what on earth I’m going to wear today. I have a meeting at 3 about what our current timeline is for opening our new hotel, and then I have to go and straighten some things out with my distributors. ‘Distributors’ is definitely a nice way of phrasing, drug runners. Lance had a point. I had been poking the bear, trying to stir shit up by placing a bounty on selling in the Mascaro territory. But the loss of our last runner had effectively put a halt to all sales in that area. It was a risky move, and now I was facing the consequences.
I decide on a crisp black button up shirt with a pair of black jeans. Figure it would probably be casual enough for the city, but professional enough from the waist up to sit on a 45 minute meeting where I’m just told about all the issues from the new opening, and just dark enough where if anything gets out of line at my ‘distributor’ meeting. I wont have to be coming home, looking like I should’ve caught a felony.
It’s been about 20 minutes since Juliet left, and the penthouse feels bare without her. Like a part of me is missing. I pull out my phone and try and distract myself by reading through some emails, but my mind keeps drifting back to her, to the way her eyes sparkled with excitement as she talked about exploring the city together. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her by my side, her laughter filling the air as we made our way through the streets. Our very first stop today would be the coffee shop a couple of blocks away. I used to go to it when I was in university, it was a staple of my day and now I actually own it. It was almost 10 years ago now, But the owners wife, Lauren, got really sick and he shut the doors for about a month. He got to a point where he couldn’t afford to keep the doors open, or pay staff to do it for him. I offered to buy the building, and work there for free they were able to come home, and work because they could, not because they had to. All profits stay with them, and the purchase of the building was a gift. It’s still my building, and it’s officially my business, but Lauren and Greg take all the profits from the little shop. The only conditions I had for them was,
- If they’re ever in trouble, whether its physically or financially. I have them covered. If not for them taking me off the streets when I was a kid, I probably wouldn’t be anything more than a drug dealer.
- I get free coffee and donuts for life.
I’d like to think that was a pretty good deal.
“Eros?” Juliet’s voice broke through the silence “I’m ready to go.” Her tone carried a sense of determination, a readiness to move forward that I couldn’t help but admire. It took a couple seconds for her words to register in my ears, the corners of my lips twitching with a wry smile. “Alright,” I responded, my voice steady and composed. “Let’s get going.” I walk out of the bedroom and see Juliet.
She’s dressed in a beautifully tight royal blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, my breath caught in my throat. The vibrant hue of the fabric accentuated the natural warmth of her skin, creating a striking contrast that drew the eye irresistibly. The dress was short, but not too revealing, leaving just enough to the imagination while highlighting her toned legs.
Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves, catching the light and shimmering with every movement. The rich chocolate tones of her locks framed her face, enhancing the delicate features that spoke of both strength and grace. There was a confidence in her stance, a poise that commanded attention without needing to demand it. But it was her eyes that truly captivated me. Deep pools of amber, they seemed to hold a universe of secrets, each glance a window into her soul. They sparkled with a hint of mischief, a playful glint that belied the seriousness of the situation at hand.
“Holy fuck” The sound of my voice is so foreign with the heaviness of lust that runs through it. My heart hammered in my chest as I struggled to find my footing, the intensity of my desire threatening to overwhelm me. It was as if the air around us crackled with electricity, charged with the tension of unspoken longing.
My hands itched to touch her, my body burned for hers against mine. I wanted nothing more than to bend her over that table, pull up that tight ‘fuck me’ dress, and show her exactly what she does to me. But it was her eyes that truly captured my attention. Deep pools of amber, they sparkled with a hint of mischief, a playful glint that set my pulse racing. In that moment, I felt a surge of desire unlike anything I had ever experienced before, a primal urge that threatened to consume me entirely.
“We either need to leave now, or the morning will be spent fucking the absolute shit out of you and then who knows when we’re going to be able to go for a tour.” I mumbled, my voice thick with desire as I rubbed my hands over my face in a futile attempt to quell the overwhelming impulse that threatened to consume me. Juliet’s eyes widened in surprise at my words, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she took a step closer to me. “Well, as much as I would love to spend the morning doing countless things with you,” she replied, her voice laced with amusement and desire, “I think it might be best if we save that for later.” She places her hand on my chest and pulls me towards her by my collar. Giving me a firm, but soft kiss.
“You are definitely not that frail broken girl that walked into my building.” I say, looking down at her with admiration.
“Eros, when you get to know me, you’ll understand that I have never been frail. I am the thing that haunts the Grim Reapers nightmares and even the Devil bows to me. I have been weak, I have been afraid, I have been stupid. But I have never been frail or weak, and I will not let someone make me into those things.” She spits fiercely, her demeanor drastically different than a second ago. A fierce sense of respect surged through my veins.
Here was a woman of indomitable spirit, unyielding in the face of adversity. Her declaration of strength and resilience ignited a fire within me, a burning desire to stand by her side no matter what. She drew this strength out of me when I stand beside her, that I’ve never felt before.
“You’re no fragile flower, that’s for damn sure,” I responded, my voice low and filled with conviction. “You’re a force of nature, a goddamn hurricane in human form. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone or anything stand in your way.” I take a step back from her and raise my hands, trying to signal I did not mean any kind of fight by what I said. “Now, my little Demon, my destroyer of worlds. Why don’t we go on our tour now?” Her head snaps up at my affections, and gives me a smile so bright, it’d light up the world.
“Your little demon?” She gives me a playful smirk
“I thought that was more loving than the queen of hell, And honestly little demon, I am not king of hell. I don’t even want to joke about you being betrothed to another.” possessiveness layers my voice as I watch her.
A laugh bubbles out of her “We need to get going, if I snooped correctly you have a meeting at 3, and it’s 10. I have a 3 back to back meetings starting at 3:30, so I’ll be working in my room until about 6ish. I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner?”
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