Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande. I adore this song!

Amidst all the bad in the world, I like to believe that there's a lot more good to it, but the picture below makes me lose all hope in humanity.

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(Athena's POV)

Even with my eyes shut, I can sense Mr. Azallion staring at me with an intense gaze that sizzles on my skin underneath the silk maroon robe I wear. My feet are carelessly propped on his lap as he massages them against his naked chest without a fuss in the living room.

(😍😍😍)

After waking up in his arms earlier today, I can say that I slept well even though I shouldn't have. Maddox's face haunts me when I'm awake and it should have killed me in my sleep, but it was all blank. For the first time in what feels like forever, I slept peacefully with no demons to burn me this time.

The way this man had me wrapped in his arms at my lowest brought a sense of security and warmth within me. The last time I felt that sensation was when Leo saved me twice and that was years ago. Leo became my brother, my family, and he never failed to make me feel safe even when I bled in his arms. And he still does. Now I feel that sense of safety in Mr. Azallion's arms for some reason and I don't like my undeniable attachment to him.

However, he's one stubborn son of a bitch. He shouldn't have seen me in such a vulnerable state when I broke down, shards of my shattered soul covering my entire body and tears that crawled out of my eyes like spiders out their dark hole. I felt weak and pathetic to the point I couldn't breathe, and then he walked in shamelessly and didn't leave when I asked him to.

Stupid man!

But I also can't deny the fact that when he held me close and protectively with no intention of letting go, I felt overwhelmed with emotions unlike any other. I don't remember ever being held so lovingly by someone that I've only known for a couple weeks. I don't trust people, yet I trusted him enough to let him see me in such a traumatic state that not many have seen me in before.

"Mr. Azallion," I speak with my eyes still shut when I don't feel his hands massaging my foot. "Do you mind?"

"I don't," his smug tone doesn't falter one bit after I open my eyes and watch a sexy smirk wash over his lips.

"Just do your job. We made a deal," I remind him of what he promised when I allowed him to hold me a little while longer after we woke up on the couch in my dismantled office.

"And every second of it was worth it," he smiles and sighs whilst pressing lightly onto my foot before I sit up and slip my feet into the fluffy slippers.

"I need to go to the kitchen," I look at him and hold out my hand. "Would you please."

He smiles and pulls me up to my feet effortlessly. I latch onto his strong arm and let him escort me to the kitchen where I slowly begin rummaging through the cabinets. "What are you doing?" He washes his hands and leans against the counter while snatching an apple from the basket.

"I'm looking for something to eat," I answer and bend over to look in the cabinets below when I hear him groan in titillation. "Keep your eyes to yourself, Mr. Azallion."

"Can't help it when you're wearing a flimsy robe that barely covers your ass," he winks when I turn around to scowl at him. "By the way, there's dinner in the fridge."

"I want a snack." I limp over to the fridge and open it.

"Grandma," he snickers while coming to my side and closing the fridge. "How about you sit and let me pick something for you to eat?"

"Fine," I sigh, stumbling back before he grabs me by my waist and pulls me close, steading my stance. "You really are taking complete advantage of touching me."

"I wouldn't say complete advantage now, Ms. Estle." His breath tickles my cheek as his hands slowly inch down my sides and brush over my ass before squeezing them tightly, causing me to arch a brow in amusement. "If I were taking complete advantage of you," he pauses to lift me up and place me on the counter before continuing, "you'd be in my bed, below me while I do dirty things to you, but you're too good for that."

He steps back, taking his warm and tingly touch away with him as he saunters over to the fridge and pulls out a bowl of strawberries before retrieving a bottle of chocolate syrup from a cabinet. "You have so much pain in you and I can see it in your eyes," he goes on softly while pouring the chocolate into a different white bowl. "I don't know the reason behind it, but I do know that it's something bad and I want to give you something good." He finally directs his gaze to me, smiling. "You need something good and sweet."

I narrow my eyes at him unable to stop the smile that feathers my face. "And you can give me something good and sweet?"

A mischievous, yet lustful smirk forms on those smooth lips of his as he inches closer to me. Tentatively, I watch every move that he makes. "Yes," he responds. The man halts right in front of my legs, the heat from his body radiating onto me. His strong hands trail up my naked thighs in slow strokes, causing soft chills to blanket my skin. Our eyes don't break contact as he traces those electrifying fingertips back down before yanking my knees apart and placing the chocolate bowl between my thighs. "Chocolate is good and sweet."

Chuckling like a child, he picks the bowl of strawberries and places it beside me. Dipping one into the chocolate, he coats it with the brown sweetness before bringing it up to my lips. "Open your mouth."

After a reluctant pause, I part my lips to let him place the chocolate covered strawberry between them. With my eyes trained on his, I slowly bite into the delicacy, unable to halt the soft moan that voices in my throat as the chocolate laps over my tongue, some of it escaping down my chin. I close my eyes and enjoy the little tinge of pleasurable sensation that this aphrodisiac inflicts on my hormones.

The half eaten fruit is slowly ripped from my mouth, leaving me to lick the chocolaty residue on my lips. Mr. Azallion bites his lower lip, notably aroused by my action. He leans forward between my legs and gawks at my lips, his blue eyes darkening in an insatiable hunger as they trail down. At a slow pace, his mouth lowers to the chocolate dripping down my chin to let his tongue swipe and lick the sweetness away. My head slightly tilts back to allow him to go on, but instead he pulls back with a smug smirk.

"You're welcome," he husks out before licking the chocolate from his lips.

My mouth quirks up in sheer amusement. Something within me warms up and I don't want to admit it, but that was rather exciting. Nothing such as that has ever happened before and I like it. Maybe it's this man who's igniting all these foreign feelings in me or maybe it's just because I trust him to let myself a little loose around him, open for him to do what he desires.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Azallion?"

"I don't know," he smirks with a smug tilt in his posture. "Am I?"

Smiling to myself, I wrap my legs around his naked torso and jerk him into me. His hands immediately grip the counter around my thighs as surprise washes over his features. Heatwaves from his body violate my skin, causing my hair to stand upright. Looking deeply into his blue pools, I cover my fingers with chocolate and slowly arch my neck to lather the creamy goodness all over it.

A low growl rumbles in his chest before his hand snakes around my waist, pulling me into him forcefully. His mouth assails my neck, his tongue licking the chocolate away and his other hand tangling itself in my hair, forcing my head back. I can't help the moan that escapes my lips and his manly grunts and growls only ignite more fire in me. He bites and nibbles at my sensitive skin before that same heavenly mouth crawls up my jaw. My clean hand rests on his naked waist, clawing at it in utter madness.

"Fuck," he mumbles under his breath and leaves a trail of scorching kisses on my cheek before maneuvering to the other side and sucking on the skin under my ear. "You're so fucking beautiful," he smokes out into my ear and bites down on it. "And so damn tempting."

A fire of need burns at my core rapidly in sputters of volcanic lava. I've never been so aroused, not even when I had all those men under me, but that's an entirely different emotion. This right here is something rather extraordinary, something I've never encountered before.

After what I've been through for the majority of my life, I never expected myself to let loose like this. Being at the mercy of filthy men who treated me worse than a dog had broken me and ripped everything good from my soul. I vowed to hurt each one and I did, except Fabian who ran away like a bitch. But this man in my arms is painting a picture of things I refused to think, let alone feel.

My chocolate covered fingers outline his jawline while inching up to his mouth. I lap his lips with the chocolate as he watches me intently and rather hungrily. Slowly, I part those lips and slide a finger in. A growl trembles in his throat as he sucks the chocolate away. Like a beast, he licks all my fingers clean before his hand slithers around my waist and jerks me into him.

"What are you doing to me?" He whispers, his thumb brushing down on my lower lip.

Raking my hand through the top of his head, I tangle my fingers in his hair and jerk his head back. "What the hell are you doing to me?" I bite my lip and hold his face in place with my other hand that clutches his jaw. Those beautiful blue eyes stare back at me with an intense gaze that many men don't dare to return in intimidation, but he's something different in himself. His hand grips the back of my neck and lowers me down to him, his lips reaching for mine. I wait for them to collide because this time I'm ready to give in a little, ready to experience something different, but it's all halted when a ear-piercing bark disrupts the air.

"Oh my God, Hairy Pawter!" Rome screams at the barking pup and scoops it up. "You idiot! You ruined the show," he cusses, more annoyed than us as Mr. Azallion steps back and dusts himself off like nothing happened.

"I thought you were sleeping," Mr. Azallion clears his throat, embarrassed that we had been caught which makes me chuckle.

"You thought, bitch," Rome laughs and saunters in. "I was thirsty, but then I saw you two getting it on, so I decided to microwave some popcorn to enjoy this live porn." He shakes his head in disappointment. "Unfortunately, Hairy Pawter here barked and ruined the moment."

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(Eros' POV)

Setting the chocolate bowl that rested between her smooth thighs aside, Ms. Estle hops off the counter when her phone begins ringing in the living room. I lift her up bridal style and saunter towards her phone. "I didn't ask you to give me a ride in your arms, Mr. Azallion," she cocks her brow when I place her on the couch, smirking smugly.

Before I can smart talk back, she starts rambling into the phone while I plop down beside her and watch Rome grin, his brows wiggling like an excited child. "Shut up," I mouth and slouch back.

"You still got some shit on your face," he snickers, dropping down next to me with the dog. "Stay away from my girl." Like an immature boy, he threatens me, the humor in his tone doesn't fail to peek through.

"You jealo-" I get cut off when Ms. Estle grabs my jaw, facing my head towards her.

"This late?" She continues talking to the person on the other end of the line while licking off the chocolate from my cheek, cleaning it all up. "Send her up alone."

I try to hide the massive boner, but I can't help it when this woman is driving me wild. Electricity dances upon my skin, itching to grab her and kiss every single part of her, from those plump lips of her to her hands, and to her fucking feet. I hated her yesterday and today, I'm ready to serve her. After what I saw earlier today, I know she's the way she is because of Maddox Laird and I want to know every secret that she holds in that fiery heart of her. I want to unravel her completely and know everything that she has been through. My body yearns to hold her and make love to her, but the funny thing is that I've never made love, however, I do know how to fuck.

"Is that better, Rome?" Ms. Estle innocently asks him as she rises from her seat, looking down at him. "Is it clean enough?"

"Are you serious?" He gapes at her in bafflement that makes me snicker. "Okay, now I'm really pissed. I asked him to clean it himself, not for you to lick it clean for him. This is fucking ridiculous."

Chuckling, Ms. Estle lowers herself in front of the idiot and places a soft kiss on his lips. "You want to cry now?" She whispers against his lips before pulling back with a smirk while I can't help but feel a fire rage within me.

"Is that how you're going to play?" I mutter under my breath, narrowing my eyes at her. With the sharp hearing that she has, she responds to my barely audible question with a smirk. Well, the game is on then.

Rome stares at her, awestruck by the woman's action with his mouth wide agape. She winks at him and walks towards the foyer, slighting limping due to her sprained ankle which is getting better from the medication she took earlier.

"Is it possible to fall in love with a girl more and more everyday?" He asks in a daze, trapped in the woman's enchanting spell that she always seems to put on men. Hell, her enhancement is taking over my damn heart and maybe I'll let her have it.

"If she's the girl that pulls on your heartstrings, then I think it's very much possible," I retort, looking in the direction she disappeared.

"She kissed me again!" He squeals and wiggles on the couch, giving Hairy Pawter a kiss in glee.

"It's just a kiss, dick-boy," I scoff in annoyance at his irrelevant happiness. "Get over it. She's done more with me."

"Don't flatter yourself, Mr. Azallion." Ms. Estle interrupts, her nimble footsteps unheard, but the heels of the woman behind her echo through the large living room.

"You're living with two blokes?" The British woman's mouth quirks in amusement as she rakes her eyes over Rome and then me. If I remember correctly, she was at the Estle building earlier. "Handsome."

Rising from the couch, I walk over to the ladies who watch me intently like a piece of art. "What kind of a man would I be if I didn't greet you, Miss...?"

She smirks at me as I lightly grab her hand and place a soft kiss on the back of it. "Caro," she declares her last name, her brown eyes trying to decipher and unravel everything I am.

"Spanish or Italian?"

"What do you think?"

"You'll understand this if you're Hispanic. ¿Tienes un nombre o te puedo llamar?" (Do you have a name or can I call you mine?) I wink at the woman and notice a smile trapping her mouth. So, Hispanic she is.

"¡Puta!" Rome cackles as Ms. Estle laughs with him. Chuckling, I release Ms. Caro's hand and smile.

"Allaire," she reveals her name and looks at Ms. Estle. "Interesting man we have here." Turning back to me, she pouts. "If I weren't engaged, I would have creamed in my undies with your charm and looks."

"She's lying." Another British accent bellows, mingling with heels slamming against the marbled floor. "She already creamed in her bloody knickers."

(Arabelle AKA Belle)

"Princess Arabelle," Allaire bows mockingly with a snicker. "How kind of you to grace us with your presence."

"Save it," Belle smiles and embraces Ms. Estle before giving a quick one to Allaire. "What the bloody hell happened to your foot?"

"Just a sprain," Ms. Estle explains, rather confused at her presence. "What are you two doing here anyways?"

"I called Belle over. Wanted to have a night out with my girls," Allaire smiles between the two ladies, then sighs at their somber reactions. "Cheer up, will ya!"

"I wanted to talk about Lina and you said this was urgent," Belle rolls her eyes at the woman before turning to me. "You're pretty wounded up too, beast."

"You remember," I smile and take her hand, pecking the back of it. "Your beast is right here."

"Wow!" Allaire gasps. "This boy jumps from woman to woman like a bloody grasshopper. These boys ain't loyal."

"He's not loyal at all," Rome comments as he saunters up next to me with a massive smile on his face and the pup in his arms. "Hello ladies."

"And you must be?" Belle inquires while Allaire slowly takes Hairy Pawter into her arms and begins playing with him.

"My name is Roman, but you may call me tonight."

Belle cocks her head back and laughs. "You both are some characters. Brothers, I presume."

"You hit the nail. I'm the sexy one though," Rome praises himself and leisurely tips his head towards me. "Eros, not so much."

"Please," I roll my eyes at his idiocy.

"Ignore him," he brushes me off. "He's a jealous one and I'm the fun one. Okay, here's a joke. What's the difference between a hooker and a drug dealer?"

"Enlighten me," Allaire looks at him, placing the pup on the floor.

"A hooker can wash her crack and sell it again," he retorts with a massive, stupid grin which breaks the ladies into a fit of laughter.

"I like him," Belle declares and turns to Ms. Estle. "You've got a fun live entertainment with these two boys, yeah?"

"My meds are kicking in," Rome grabs the hyper puppy and smiles at the three women. "I'm going to hit the bed, but I hope to see you all again."

He bids farewell and walks away to his room before the women turn to me. "You're one heavily inked man," Allaire comments and runs her hands over my chest, her eyes studying every swirl and twirl of my tattoos. "Do you have them everywhere?"

"Yes."

"Even on your willy?" Belle chimes into the interrogation process whilst stepping forward next to Allaire.

"Want to see for yourself?" I smirk smugly.

Ms. Estle groans in disgusts and irritation which makes me chuckle while Belle arches a brow. "Grab him," Belle orders. In a flash, I'm pinned against the wall with Allaire holding down onto one arm and Ms. Estle holding the other. My attempts to jerk their hold off are to no avail considering their strength.

Belle steps in my face and runs her hands down my torso before grabbing the waistband of my sweatpants and stretching it for a peek of the member hiding beneath the fabric. She hums before averting her eyes to mine. "No tattoos on the penis."

Laughing, I gaze at each woman before looking at Ms. Estle who's enjoying this more than anything. "Is this going to be a gangbang now? Are you all going to fuck me?"

"Oh," Allaire adapts a mocking, sarcastic tone. "The boy's got a filthy mouth on him."

"He's just a horny lad," Belle chuckles.

"Does this tickle your willy, Eros?" Allaire cocks her head to the side, mischief written all over her face. "Three girls together."

"I'm not sure. I haven't seen anything," I shrug innocently.

"Does this turn you on?" Allaire reaches across me and kisses Ms. Estle who's taken aback for a second before she plays along and kisses back. My dick is jerked to life violently by the scene in front of me. Their tongue collide as they passionately kiss one another, but I also can't help myself burning inside. I want to push Allaire aside and kiss Ms. Estle for myself, but having three women at my feet won't be bad either.

"That was bloody well a turn on," Allaire pulls back, looking at my crotch in victory. "Your massive boner gives it away. Too bad, anyhow. I'm engaged and Belle is with someone too. Athena is single to snatch up."

"Shut up," Ms. Estle releases her hold on me and steps back following Allaire's lead. "Mr. Azallion could you inform all the WFG models to gather for a meeting regarding the show tomorrow morning. Also, text Lola and ask her to get the article from today on my table as soon as possible."

"I don't have her number," I answer, rubbing my wrists and fixing my sweatpants.

"Have you even talked to that girl?" She asks, annoyed.

"No."

"You have wasted two days," she shakes her head in disappointment. "Don't force me to play mother here and teach you both about the birds and the bees."

"You're really serious about it?"

"Get it done as soon as possible." She turns around and begins walking away with the other ladies, ignoring my further arguments. "You wanted to talk about Lina?"

"You know how important fifteenth birthdays are in the Bonferroni family," Belle sighs in distress, her voice fading as she walks further away. "She doesn't want to participate in it. I need you to give her hope for the better that's sure to come. Leo isn't very present right now as you know and he's the only person who she listens to."

"She looks up to you more than me. Why can't you do it?"

"Because she's leaving for Ireland in a couple hours," Allaire answers for Belle, their voices barely audible, but I can still decipher what they say.

"Why?" Ms. Estle queries.

"To attend Mama Aguillard's funeral. Leo killed her."

What the fuck?

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