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Reincarnation of Adonis.
"I don't know! Why don't you try and stop spoiling your daughter!" My mother blustered. "She is spoiled rotten by you, that is why she is like that!" My parents argue all the time.
It wasn't foreign for me to be neglected by my mother, she wasn't happy with this marriage so having me along the way just made her engraved. They were both blinded by lust, never really looked into the future and their actions. My father was the only one who truly cared for me. I'm his princess.
"Buying her new decent clothes is not spoiling her, Asteria! I just want the best for our daughter. Mind you, she is your child as well!" My father argued.
A sound of a slap echoed across the room, did my mother slap my father?
"I have had enough of the both of you!" My mother screamed. "I'm leaving."
By the age of 9, my mother left me, left us. She left to live with her lover. It always been an idea in my mind that she had a lover whilst she was bethrode. Never had I became aware of the fact that the idea built inside my head came true. My father loved my mother dearly, but she didn't feel the same. She filed an annulment. "Just sign the goddamn papers, Estevan. And do not fret, I won't want to take that child into custody." She sneered at me, looking at me with her cold eyes.
I was in tears, my mother never loved me and I understand her, if I were a mother I would never want me as a child as well.
I clung onto my father's arm like my life depended on it. A corse of pain and rejection rushed through me.
I whimpered as more tears fell like a waterfall. "Don't worry, I won't want my daughter near a poor excuse of a mother." My father stared at her with the same amount of coldness.
By the age of 13, my father went into underground business. He kept things from me, dealing with strange people, buying guns, leaving with me from state to state. I was in my early age of teens so I didn't mind. I never made much friends anyways, I like being alone.
"Hey, Vernamina!" A tall handsome blond greeted me. I offered him a small smile, continueing to walk. "What's up, baby?" Another boy greeted me, he was a jock. I knew that because he is well known by everyone. Like the blond, I gave him a small smile.
It was like that everyday for me in school, jocks and boys alike would flock at me. I never paid them any heed.
By the age of 18, I was told that I had blossomed beautifully. I filled out on my bust and behind. My hips were full and round, my waist 25 inches, and my legs were creamy and long. Puberty did me well, and I am thankful for that. I had gained friends, Zahir and Rosalynn. Zaza and Rosie were children of the allies of my father. We are unseperable.
"Are you free on saturday, Zahir? Can we go out for dinner?" A gorgeous brunette pleaded him. Poor girls, they didn't know that Zahir was sadly not interested in women.
He let out a nervous laugh, "Uhm." That was all he managed to utter before I butted in, "Babe? I thought we were going now?" I wrapped my arms around his waist. He kissed my forehead, as he hugged me back. We often put on this show for all his girls. I was not the best at acting but I was still good at it.
"We will, baby." He cooed. Turning to the brunette he gave her a warm smile, and I swear I almost thought she melted. "We have to go now," and with that we left laughing our ass off as she was no longer near us.
He hugged me tight, "thanks for that, megara." My heart warmed at the small nickname he gave me. We were both suckers for hercules, we both declared that I was megara and he was hercules.
"Anytime, pal."
We entered the club, monadiká apóvlita. monadiká apóvlita was greek for unique waste. We were greeted by our friends ushering us to sit in the vip area. Zahir kept an arm wrapped around me, unspokenly telling everyone to back off. Zahir has a very intimidating aura around him.
"Vernamina, do you want a drink?" One of my college friends asked. I gave him a kind smile, turning down his offer to which resulted to him sulking.
Zahir let out a laugh, he enjoyed watching and I quote, "watching those bastards try their chances with you when you turn them down."
Rosalynn was sitting next to her boyfriend, giggling with each other. A firm hand was kept around her waist as Caesar, her long time boyfriend pulled her close. Rosie's giggle was arubptly stopped as her eyes widened. Zahir and I followed her line of vision.
A man who was fairly handsome, sitting in a table that was not to far from ours. Zahir looked at me with playful eyes, wiggling his fine thick brows. "Wanna play a game?" He challenged me.
"Depends, what game?" I leaned onto my side as I took a sip of my drink. "First one to get him to give in wins. Game?" He pressed.
I took one glance at him, my eyes met with his piercing cold ones.
He brushed me off as he greedily eyed Zahir's body.
"Too late. It seems he is already in favour of our dear Zuzu." Rosalynn laughed out.
Zahir cheered. I pinched his cheeks, making him hiss in pain. "What are the odds in that." I mocked.
"See you later, women." He strutted his way towards the man. I giggled at his victorious look. Deciding myself to sit nowhere near the couple in front of me as they started to make out. I sat on the bar stool as the bartender made my drink.
I was no saint, I enjoyed a few make outs but that was all. No fucks, only making out. I enjoyed a little fling as well. Though, I do not go into such extremes like Zahir and Rosalynn, in her single days.
My vision roamed around the room. Couldn't help but feel a little ache in my heart as I saw Caesar and Rosalynn, staring at each other as if they were each other's oxygen. Zahir currently doing a lap dance for the man. I start to wonder myself, when will I find a love for me?
A sigh passed my lips.
"All Alone Ms. Dimitrious?" said a voice that I was credibly annoyed of.
His hand glides on my skin as it claimed my waist, pushing me close to his hard, warm chest. Though I hate to admit it, Starvos Ciasphar Koenig is a handsome bastard. Far more attractive than adonis himself. Being the heir to such a successful crime family brought up his ego, thus making me dislike him. It's already bad enough for me that he's the best man of my stupid cousin Damocles. That Half-German manwhore.
A sultry smile plastered on my lips as I turned to him slowly, "Will you keep me company then, Mr. Koenig? Because I surely could use someone to hold my drink for me while I find myself a man worthy enough to spend the night with." Dropping the attitude on him.
"I'm afraid that your dearest cousin has sent a warning to all the men here before you've even stepped foot."
A scowl appeared on my face. "You can have me for the night instead," his sultry voice made me weak in the knees as he bit my earlobe.