Chapter 1: Introduction
Annabeth stared at the door to Gabe Ugliano's apartment and took a deep breath, trying to steady the electrified pulse in her veins and the way her heart banged against her chest. She was a good fighter, and had faced down a multitude of mythical monsters, but the thought of what she was about to do had her pussy wet, her nipples hard and her body trembling with equal parts nerves and anticipation.
She had to make this man, this grotesque tusklesswohogot in thrift-store clothes with a double chin and three black hairs combed over his scalp, climax and in doing so, release the grudge he held against her and her betrothed, Percy Jackson.
Taking one last deep breath, Annabeth raised her hand and knocked on the scuffed white door. She heard slow, heavy footsteps approaching and smoothed her back straight, readying herself for the task at hand.
The door creaked open and Gabe stared at her, his beady eyes squinting with suspicion.
"Whaddya want?" He grunted.
"I, uh, I need to talk to you," she stammered, hating the way her voice trembled.
Gabe rolled his eyes and gestured for her to enter, then ambled back to his reclining armchair and plopped down with a sigh.
"Well?" He grunted.
Annabeth took a deep breath, willing herself to be strong and calm.
She walked towards Gabe, the smell of stale cigarettes and sweat permeating the air. He watched her with a mix of curiosity and irritation.
"I need something from you, Gabe," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her mind.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He snarled.
"The Fates have told me that if Percy and I get married without resolving your hate and resentment, it could lead to his downfall," she said, forcing herself to meet his gaze.
Gabe's face twisted in disbelief, then broke out in a snort of laughter. "You're telling me that I can hurt that pretty boy's life with my shitty attitude?"
"Yes," she affirmed, gritting her teeth at his dismissive tone. "And I've come here to resolve that."
Gabe raised his eyebrows, his smirk growing wider. "You want to make nice-nice with me? To get me to like your hero boyfriend?"
Annabeth nodded, her heart racing as she realized what she had to do.
"Yes," she whispered. "To make you like him."
Gabe leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with a new kind of interest. "Well then, show me what you got, girl."
Annabeth's mind raced as she racked her brain for an idea, something to sway this man's opinion of Percy. Then, it hit her.
She reached behind her and with a quick, smooth motion, unzipped her dress. It fell to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her lacy bra and panties.
Gabe's eyes widened, surprise and desire vying for dominance on his face. She took a deep breath and let it out, forcing herself to be bold. She walked slowly towards him, hips swaying, breasts bouncing slightly.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He stammered, eyes raking over her body like a starving man at a feast.
"I want you to see the woman he loves, Gabe," she whispered, stopping just in front of him.
She looked him deep in the eyes and reached behind her to unhook her bra.
It fell away, revealing her perfect, voluptuous breasts. She heard Gabe gasp, his belabored breaths becoming labored.
"See, Gabe," she said, her voice steady, despite the shiver of arousal that coursed through her. "This is what Percy loves. And I want you to love him too."
Gabe stared at her breasts, licking his lips, and reached out to touch her. She allowed him to cup her breasts and run his thumb over her nipples. The touch sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.