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The first attraction

Sophia POV

When I finished I went to my suitcase, grabbed the towel, wiped my face, took a sip of water and stretched, cracking some bones, to finish relaxing my muscles. Now all she needed was a good shower and she would be ready for the next step. I took out my cell phone and started looking at group messages.

When I started to answer one of them I felt a gaze directed at me and the characteristic smell of Achilles permeate the room, I know I got tense... I closed my eyes, shuddering, I don't know why, but I want to turn around and just throw myself in the arms of that man.

“Heavens! I need to get laid!”

I thought and shook my head, I had no problem screwing guys I just met, but that same feeling I have that I need Achilles is what's going to keep me away from him. I don't know what would happen to me if I let those instincts take over. But… My body doesn't want to do what my mind does, because I turned and looked into that man's eyes it was like everything else lost color and there was only him in color.

"I can't…"

I thought, I insisted, and I took a step back, I mean I thought I had walked away, but I am now closer to him and I react more strongly, opening my lips slightly to get more air, or simply to catch more of the intoxicating smell he has. he has. I know that just as I moved closer, so did he, and now we're only mere inches apart.

His eyes tell me that he wants me as much as I want him, I can see the same attraction I feel he also feels. That we react similarly, he also wants to deny it, and he also wants to run away, but we can't.

I saw him raise his hand slowly and approach my face and I let him, I even tilted my head slightly and the moment I felt his touch it was like sparks flew out, similar to when you get a small shock but different from being a nuisance was pleasurable, it was addictive...

I wanted to feel the touch of his lips on mine, to know if I would feel that same sensation or if it would be better... In my mind, I could already see him entangling me, pulling my body against his, claiming my lips with ferocity. And my desire was reflected in that man's eyes as well.

I felt his thumb slide down and rest on my bottom lip and it made me shudder, in a chain reaction my breathing became more ragged, my skin felt more sensitive as I could feel my nipples getting hard and the feel of them against me. the bra, made me almost lose my mind. The wave of heat descended to the lower abdomen and I felt my muscles contract in an instinctive movement I closed my legs more, wanting to receive more friction in that part.

His eyes grew darker as I could see his nostrils flare wider as if he could smell my arousal, and I heard a growl come out of his lips. It was something wild, feral, it didn't look like a human but a real wolf, but instead scaring me just made me feel even hotter and I couldn't stand the pressure and a low moan escaped my lips.

Heavens! What's happening to me? My mind can't stop creating obs. scene images, here, now, in this gym, without caring if anyone saw it... Various positions, various shapes. So quickly that it made me a little dizzy and I closed my eyes and wanted to close my lips, but with his touch it was impossible.

I couldn't ignore that person's touch and approach and I started to wonder why he didn't kiss me right away, but that never happened, because when I opened my eyes again I saw him move away and his expression turned cold and impassive.

My whole body tensed, I felt a twinge of pain in the middle of my chest that was inexplicable and it showed in my gaze I looked away from his, turning my back to him and going to my handbag that was on one of the benches.

I had already embarrassed myself enough, there's no reason for me to feel so betrayed when nothing had happened. I hadn't even exchanged more than a few brief sentences with Achilles and I should have better control of myself. I heard him clear his throat and then his voice echoed.

“I came here to invite Miss to have lunch with us on the roof.” Achilles has such a deep voice that I involuntarily shivered and hated myself for it.

"What time?" I spoke as professionally as I could. I need to control myself, what happened a few moments ago won't happen again. I can't let things get to that level anymore.

"Half a day and a half," Achilles replied and I know it wasn't my imagination when I caught a hint of hurt in his tone.

"I'll be there on time." I finished packing my things and grabbed my bag, turning to Achilles.

“Soph…” Achilles started, I know he wants to apologize because he didn't start with Miss and that's why I cut him off.

“Don't worry, it won't happen again.” I said seriously looking into his eyes.

I hid all my emotions behind this mask I wear.

“It's just…” Achilles was trying to find words and his eyes looked confused, but I saved him the trouble by turning my back and walking towards the exit.

“Like I said… It won’t happen again, it was inappropriate of me.” I finished talking before actually leaving the gym and heading to my room.

I went into my room, closed the door and threw myself on the bed. There's an ache in me that isn't physical, it's deeper… This feeling of being rejected was so intense it made tears form in my eyes.

'Drugs!!!'

I screamed in my mind, I don't want this… I don't even know Achilles, but he makes me feel so wanted, his touch is gentle and makes me feel like I'm the most precious thing to him… All this with so little.

“Heavens!”

I screamed into the pillow, muffling my voice. I'm not a teenager to fall in love like that, at first sight, and even less with someone like Achilles... I had already been through that, I had already given myself over to something very similar in such a complete and naive way.

He had made me feel that way too, I remember that it was only a few days before he involved me in such a marked and profound way. But what was a dream that soon turned into a nightmare? From heaven to hell in a few months and it took so long for me to recover, to this day I have the scars physically and mentally.

So no, I can't let myself go like this. I got out of bed and ran a hand through my hair.

"Screw this! I need to distract myself…”

I took my cell phone and looked for the clubs that were in the region, I found two that interested me.

“Nothing that a good night of drinking and no strings attached sex won’t help.”

I spoke with conviction, ignoring that feeling of eagerness that was present. I chose the ballad, bought the ticket online with the right to the VIP area and consumed it at will.

I'm not much of a drinker, but I had to… It wasn't the healthiest way to handle the situation, but it was the one I'd chosen. Plus I have good stamina. I looked at the time and saw that it was noon, I threw my cell phone on the bed and went to take a shower.

In a short time, I was already dressed, as I said before, I had brought very little, including social clothes, a simple black suit, with a white shirt and social shoes with low heels. Because after lunch I intended to go into town to buy something to use at the club and also some gifts for my friends.

I took a picture in the mirror and sent it to the group with the following caption: [Ready for a working lunch.]

As there were only 10 minutes left for lunch, I turned off the screen, put my cell phone and wallet in the pockets of my dress pants and quickly went to the elevator. It didn't take long and he was already on the roof. Alex was at the door as if he'd been waiting for me, I smiled at him.

"Wow!" I heard him talking and smiled even more.

“I have good taste, don't I?” I said teasing him.

"For sure!" He started walking towards the lunch room.

“Well, then I'm going to the mall, I have to buy clothes to go to the club. Are you still my bodyguard?” I asked casually.

"Ballad?" He looked at me strangely and smirked.

“Yes, clubbing… I'm not that old to not go clubbing.” I provoked again.

“No, I didn't mean that… It's just…” Alex tried to explain, but I burst out laughing.

"I'm just teasing you." I walked past him when we reached the entrance to the lunch room.

It was a spacious place, but there was only one round table in the center. Hyperion, Perseus and Achilles were there, they are all looking at me and Alex. Hyperion has an amused expression, Perseus is angry and has an attack posture, while Achilles has a controlled expression. All three are wearing dress clothes as well.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Alex slightly bowed his head showing his neck and then left the scene. A posture of submission… I kept my expression neutral, but this was all weird.

“Welcome, Miss Turner.” Hyperion cut the silence first, indicating the empty place at the table for me to sit.

“Thank you, Hyperion.” I thanked him and sat down in the indicated place. Now very close to Achilles and Perseus I noticed something strange, I didn't react as intensely to them as being alone with one of them. Despite being able to identify who is who just by the unique scent each of them had.

“I know you already know them, but this is the first time we can talk without the weight of them being injured. Perseus Houroux is the head of the family and Achilles Lykaios is his right hand.” Hyperion presented.

I gave a brief nod to each of them.

“I want to thank you for your work, I know you were an important part of our recovery,” Perseus spoke, his voice more guttural, more primal, more intense. It was the first time I listened to her.

A shiver ran through my body and I was grateful I was completely covered so they couldn't see my reaction as I kept my face in my usual professional mask.

“It was the doctors and the entire medical team at Gillian's who saved them,” I replied in an indifferent tone. “I would do my service the same way with any person, or group. Just like I did all these years working in the field.”

I heard Perseus taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, and shuddering. My words affected him in a very deep way. I didn't understand why. Achilles didn't look too happy with the way I said it either, but he controlled himself better. Hyperion was analyzing the situation as much as I was.

I arched my left eyebrow and I know my dissatisfaction showed on my face.

“Yes, we know that, but the way you handled the whole situation was way above average. Most people were scared, you just seem immune to our influence." Perseus spoke and there was something in the back of his voice like it wasn't just him talking.

“I've dealt with a lot of people…” I answered without giving away much information.

“My son was looking forward to getting to know you better.” Hyperion was trying to keep up a conversation among the group.

Sincerely? I can feel there's more to it all like they're gauging my reactions. I took a deep breath, for the first time demonstrating something beyond the mask of professionalism.

“I see… And exactly why?” I asked at once.

"Because you are an extraordinary woman..." Hyperion began and I got up, the servants had just entered the room to serve the starters.

“I didn't come here for that,” I said looking seriously into Hyperion's eyes and twisted my mouth. Was he trying to set me up with his son?

“By the Goddess!” Perseus exclaimed and got up too, he had understood what I had said, but he was irritated. “It doesn't matter… She won't even understand, Father… It's a waste of time!”

I arched my left eyebrow, as usual, my instincts weren't wrong. Now with Perseus standing, I can see that the air around has become denser, the servants were retreating before the aura that Perseus was emitting.

He's not facing me, but looking at his father and as strong as Hyperion was, is there a glimmer of fear? Fear of what? From Perseus? Achilles is apprehensive, his posture is that of someone ready to protect something or someone.

"You! Control yourself!" Hyperion spoke seriously, without shouting.

But that pissed Perseus off the most and I can feel my skin crawl, but in a bad way. His posture, that aura… I took a step back, feeling my heart start to beat faster. This scene was not strange to me, a man standing and two sittings…

It's been a long time since I've let go of fear, I've fought it for a long time, and still, I'm stuck, stuck in place. I know that no matter how hard those two try, if Perseus attacks me they won't be able to stop it, I won't be able to protect myself. I want to run, I need to get out of there.

Hyperion looked away from his son and looked at me and when Perseus turned his face I wanted to run but I'm held in place at least his face became a blur as the darkness took over.

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