[JULIAN]

I woke up with the bittersweet ache of lovemaking aftermath. I groaned sitting up. Zeus was still sound asleep beside me. The side of my lip corked up in a smile. There was a certain innocence attached to his sleeping form.

"Damn Julian! I love you. I love you so freaking much!"

My cheeks started to heat up at the memory of last night — of what he said. Nervously looking at his sleeping face I wondered if he had meant it, or whether the words had just been spun out at the moment. Besides, people said things like that when they had sex, Linda used to say it when we had sex.

My heart skipped a beat as I felt Zeus' hands cling to my legs. I looked down at him to be greeted with a grin.

"Good morning," he yawned, nuzzling closer.

"Good morning," I replied, running a hand through his loose hair. He cooed, closing his eyes. I didn't feel so embraced over staring at Zeus anymore, so much it's become a habit. You can't really blame me, there's something quite captivating about his face — his body.

"Where, where exactly are you from?" I asked, running my hand through his facial features. It's actually been a question that's been lingering in my mind for a while, he'd mentioned Greece once or twice, had a feeling he was maybe part Latin.

"Why do you ask?" Zeus asked, curling his head up in my lap, his hair spiraled around him like a scarf.

"Just asking." I shrugged, running my hand down his back.

"I'm Greek," he muttered, opening his eyes.

"You don't look so Greek, more of—"

"Latin?" Zeus finished for me. I bit my lip, nodding in agreement.

"My mum's part Latin," Zeus muttered, offering an explanation. I nodded feeling his hair again. I liked times like this with Zeus, dwelling in peace and quiet. I've never felt so comfortable with somebody in my life, never wanted to know so much about a person.

"You don't sound Greek..." I pressured, just wanting to hear Zeus talk. I watched Zeus chuckle as he faced upwards, his green eyes gazing at my blue ones in amusement.

"Curious aren't you?" Zeus asked as a light blush flooded my cheeks. There was something quite intimidating yet breathtaking about how he looked. It carried a certain maturity stained with playfulness.

"As I said before, I'm from Greece, and my mother is half Latin..." Zeus trailed, sighing lightly.

"But I've been in France for a while and at a point Manchester, I don't know if that explains the way I talk really, but that's all I got," Zeus said, still looking straight at me.

I pouted, ruffling his hair playfully, attracting a low moan from Zeus.

"Julian," Zeus moaned, wobbling to sit up before taking my face in his hands. I moaned at the feel of his warm breath and our 'us' smell. I loved it; the 'us' smell that is. It was an odd mixture of his regular scent, sex and a hint of what was supposedly mine.

"Hmm?" I managed to mutter before Zeus covered my mouth with his, biting my bottom lip softly. I moaned, burying my fingers in Zeus' hair as I joined my lips with his in urgency.  

I whimpered in protest as Zeus broke our kiss, but quieted down at the feeling of Zeus' wet tongue on my neck.

"Baby," Zeus moaned, licking the outline of my ear as his hands ran up and down my back, sending shivers up my spine and lower back. I shuddered as Zeus bent just enough to flick his tongue over a nipple. I moaned, feeling him tug lightly. I nudged his head closer impatient for whatever came next. Zeus chuckled lightly against my chest before sucking lightly on my nipple. I moaned, closing my eyes, enjoying the feel of his mouth, his tongue.

Zeus released my nipple before raising his lips to my ear.

"Let me love you," Zeus murmured, between breaths. My eyes flew open at his words before I pushed him away roughly.

"What's that for?" Zeus asked, leaning forward. I turned away quite aware of my coloring cheeks.

"Look at me." Zeus urged as he tried touching my shoulder. I brushed his hand off, still refusing to meet his eye.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, his voice concerned. My mind flashed back to the words he uttered last night, still blushing, I murmured a small 'no.'

"I'm just. Just —I'm just sore from last night that's all," I half-lied, half told the truth.

"Oh," Zeus uttered, his voice low.

"Zeus—"

"I hurt you, didn't I?" he asked in a guilt-ridden tone. I shook my head, a bit mad at myself at my choice of excuse.

"No..." I trailed, finally looking up at his worried gaze.

"You know, I could make it better," Zeus suggested as his hands went around my hips. The corners of his lips twisted into a smile as he ground his hips against mine lightly.

"I don't know..." I trailed, both scared shitless and excited at the same time.

"Come on, all you have to do is get on your hands and knees," Zeus urged, kissing my forehead. My heart heaved as I let him cunningly bribe me with short quick kisses and gentle love bites.

"Zeus," I muttered, trying to resist.

"I won't do anything you don't want," Zeus promised, kissing the tip of my nose. I blanked out before my gaze focused on Zeus' sensual yet pleading face. I turned away nodding lightly, stunned at how much he could affect me by just looking.

I got on my hands and knees with Zeus behind me. I moaned, surprised at the feel of Zeus' hand on my butt cheeks. His hand began to slowly massage, occasionally groping my sex. I whimpered as he spread my cheeks, rubbing his thumbs over my pucker hole.

"I told you you'd love it," I heard Zeus hot breath say as I half whimpered half cried at the excruciating wet feeling that followed as he brought his face down.

[LINDA]

He isn't back yet. I thought, staring up at the ceiling as the morning sun flooded the velvet bedroom. I was partly sleeping, partly awake, and partly worrying my ass off. Half of me was concerned about Julian's safety, and the other half wanted to strangle the hell out of the blond shit when he got home.  

I swallowed saliva as I tried to keep my bag weighted eyes opened. My throat was dry and itchy from crying, my eyes were a bloodshot red. I constantly tried to smoothen out the unbearable frown I've been wearing last night.

I'm going to kill him. I thought, rubbing my forehead with the back of my palm. I'm going to kill Julian and whichever idiot was chasing his bottom. My plan was half done considering I knew the idiot.

No. I thought, shaking my head. I could post it now but I'm sure I'll regret it. I looked over at the wall clock. Eight past nine. I rolled my eyes sighing in frustration; I was already more than an hour late for work. I buried my head in one of the pillows deciding I didn't care; I'll just call in sick.

Anger whirled up in my throat as I thought of Julian or whatever had become of him. He wasn't the Julian I married anymore, he's different. More independent. A tiny voice nudged in my head. I ignored it trying to determine how exactly I'd receive Julian when he got home. If he gets home, that is.

I balled my fist and curled up in a ball within the blankets in an attempt to block out the voice, the voice that was so, so right. I blinked startled at the tears that rolled down my cheeks. I can't believe the extent of how all this was affecting me. I balled my eyes out for a while. Finding comfort in the tears before putting my big girl pants on and sitting up on the bed. I've made my decision.

If I can't have Julian, no one can. I thought, getting up in yesterday's clothes before leaving the room and heading to the study. My stomach rumbled, reminding me I hadn't had anything since that coffee but I didn't have time for that or gave any potential fuck at the moment. Maybe I couldn't compete for Julian's affection but I could deprive whoever had it of it.

I opened the door to the study, eyes set on the computer. Strolling over I typed the password into the sleeping computer, before opening my research folder. I pressed the browser icon; waiting for it to open as I cross-checked my work. My initial Idea of posting my discovery anonymously on a random gossip blog was not efficient enough. My blood was boiling and I was beyond seeking for just a little gossip to get the culprit scared. I was going to make him cry, piss his flipping pants.

I'm posting everything, from every shitty draft I've made, to every research documents, to sources and every little discovery the internet. The web Brower popped open at last. Sometimes the speed of this thing makes me want to smash it to pieces but that wasn't a today line of thought.

I opened a mail website, quickly filling in the information for a new account, no little than fifteen minutes I had a new account called. I quickly searched for a top reporter right here in L.A, copied her email address and continued working on my scheme. I attached all the files on my research folder to a composed mail to her email and pressed send.

I sat back, my eyes wide, taking in the gravity of what exactly I'd just done. I'd just made a person's career and flushed ones on down the drain.

I chuckled, the side of my lips twitching into a weak smile, and I couldn't just help thinking that this was the first time I've truly smiled in ages.