(Eros' POV)

Ena was a nice, shy woman but a badass at it and Athena Estle is nothing like her. It's actually impossible for her to be Ena. This rich woman is classy, posh, and preppy with an attitude and confidence of a queen. She moves with the grace and elegance of a goddess that it puts all the other women surrounding her to shame, but her overconfidence is admirable, yet dangerous. Ena was a feisty little thing who knew how to get her hands dirty, on the contrary, Athena seems like she has never laid a finger on an icky surface.

I couldn't stop myself from flirting with that woman though. As usual the Rocco side shined through at that moment. The rhythmic sway of her hips, swayed my damn heart with it. Her perfect ass curved out and called my name when I walked behind her like a puppy dog. Her beautiful, seductive eyes could make any man's heart flutter in exhilaration. And those full red lips of hers... oh lord, those damn lips would be an honor to kiss. When she smiled or smirked smugly at me, my heart went haywire, puncturing my mind along with her gorgeous dimples that drowned me into their little crannies.

          I don't know what this woman has planned for me, but I have a feeling it isn't something good. Enchanted by her charisma, beauty, and aura, I signed the contract without even going over it. With the beauty of Aphrodite herself, I bet this woman has men at her feet to do as she commands. Judging by everything that I witnessed today, women like her could manipulate any man to their likings just like she entrapped me under her foot with that deal.

          I'm not going to lie, I signed the contract for the money. Who the hell gives you a hundred thousand dollars for a month of secretary work with a few sexual benefits? No one. It's a win win for me on both ends. Ms. Estle must have a heart of gold with all this generosity she poured out including free rehab for my addicted mother who was currently MIA with her so called gang.

          Throwing the remainder of my clothes into the suitcase, I zip it up and prop it onto the floor while I head to the bathroom to retrieve my hair products along with other essentials.

          "Get out, I need to take a mondo duke!" Rome comes up behind me and crosses his tatted arms across his chest.

          "You better spray after you shit." I maneuver past him sideways through the narrow doorway. "Can't have the entire floor stinking again and blame it on the poor old cat lady again."

Rome laughs out and grips his stomach. "You have to admit that it was hilarious." He continues laughing as I shake my head at his immaturity and return to my room to place the products in a small carry bag.

A few shitful minutes later, Rome saunters into my small room and eyes my suitcase. "Umm, where the hell are you going? Don't tell me that you're going on a vacation with that cornhog."

"Watch your mouth, dickhead," I sneer and zip my carry bag up after placing my camera in it. "She's not a cornhog, her name is Cornelia."

          "Cornhog suits her more."

          "Zip it, turd. I got a job at the Estle magazine and fashion brand as a secretary."

"Wait, seriously?"

I point to my almost empty closet and then to my suitcases. "Does it look like I'm kidding?"

"They hired you with your tats?" His wide eyes study me as he slowly and carefully walks to my bed to take a seat.

"Yes, for a month. I'll be getting a hundred thousand dollars at the end of it."

          "What the fuck?" He cocks his brow in disbelief and gapes at me.

          "I know right!" I smile at him and place my little bag on one of the suitcases. "If she's pleased with how I work, she may extend my stay there."

          "You'll finally pay off all the debt," he bounces on the bed in excitement. "That's fan-fucking-tastic! This calls for shots off naked women. But it still doesn't explain why you're packing up."

          "I have to stay with her for that month. It's part of the contract that I signed."

          "You're going to leave me with that crazy woman for a fucking month?" He yells and stands up to fling his arms in frustration. "You can't do that to me."

          "Calm your dick and sit the fuck down." I match his tone and glare at him. "She's going to a rehab, so you don't have to take care of her."

          Laughing mockingly and wiping away fake tears, he looks at me. "That wouldn't happen in a million years. She'll stab everyone with her pocket knife."

          "Shut up," I roll my eyes at his exaggeration and lay down on my bed. "It's part of the deal I made with the woman. I'll be leaving tomorrow and if mom is here, then they'll take her to the rehab facility and if she isn't then you call me whenever she comes back so that they can take her and you won't have to deal with her shenanigans."

          "Fair deal. The woman that employed you, is she hot?"

          "Hot is an understatement for her. She's better than Aphrodite, brother." Smiling, I close my eyes to let her beautiful image pop into my head. I shouldn't feel like this. It's wrong. Guilt is what I feel, but it also feels right at the same time.

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          Two men in suits lift my bags and take them out for me while I stay back to say my goodbyes to Rome who pretends to not give a flying fuck. "I'll see you in a month, turd," I ruffle his hair to annoy him and gain a scowl in return.

          "Bitch, I have work in an hour," he punches my arm with force, urging a whimper to slip through my lips. "It takes time to get this perfection, asshole. I'm definitely not going to miss you. Have fun in the rich world for a month."

          "That hurts," I rub my bicep that he hit. For a lean twenty year old, he sure did have some strength in those thin bones of his. "Call me whenever mom comes home."

          "She was gone for two weeks last time," he comments as I begin to pivot out the apartment.

          "That's why I said whenever, dumbass." Slamming the door shut behind me, I set the carry bag on my shoulder and start striding down the hallway when I bump into Zeenat who jogs up the steps in running booty shorts with a sports bra and headphones hanging around her neck, sweat glistening down her forehead. "Morning, Zeenat," I acknowledge the woman and give her a slight nod.

          "Eros, so sorry. Didn't mean to-" her flushed face breaks another nervous sweat just to fuel my ego. Her eyes look at my bag and then back at me. "Going somewhere?"

          "Yup, finally moving out of this shit building," I fake sigh and watch her eyes slightly expand.

          "Are you serious?"

          "Very much so. Can't live here forever now."

          "But you still haven't had the night out with me and my friends yet."

"Babe, I'm just moving out, not dying," I laugh at the nervous girl and place a quick peck on her hot, red cheek that starts to redden on impact. "I'll see you soon."

Her mouth falls open at my action as her almond eyes were ready to burst. I snicker to myself and leave the building in success. Now Zeenat has something to think about all through the day and night.

Girls falling to their feet before me has always been an easy task for me and it has never changed. This just broadens my forehead more in victory of how much power I have over these women no matter the age. It fascinates me how I never fail to trap females with my charisma. The high I receive from this is addicting and amazing. I never seem to get enough oh the excited hormones these females radiate off their bodies just by talking to me. It has become my drug over the years and I don't think I can ever drop it.

          Ms, Estle, in comparison to these women, radiates a entirely different vibe. She didn't seem to be nervous one bit or melt into a puddle upon seeing me or talking to me. The roles reversed yesterday. I was nervous to talk to this woman, but I didn't let the excitement peek through. Hiding my emotions has become an easy everyday thing for me. A talent of replacing emotions with a completely different one is one of my fine qualities that I'm proud of.

          Seating myself into the backseat of the Rolls Royce, the most luxurious car that has ever entered our street begins to sweep me away from my rocky neighborhood and towards our destination which I have no idea of. The ride wasn't a boring one. The two men in the front, Otis and Pete, could hold up a good conversation. Talking about football was how we spent our time through the traffic. I also find out that they both work for Ms. Estle as one of her many bodyguards and that she never had a man stay with her which meant that I was the first one she made this crazy deal with.

Upon arriving in the upper east side and in front of a tall building, I step out and admire the glass structure called Le Paradis Tombe which basically meant the paradise falls in French. Having that language class in high school sure did help right now. This is one of the most beautiful architecture ever built by the Aguillard brothers in this city. One of the most expensive and luxurious apartment building in the States is mounted before me and I can't help but look all the way up. The incredible height creates an illusion of the structure falling upon a person that stands right beneath it.

Shaking the sudden queasiness away, I pull my carry bag out and let two building employees carry the suitcases for me. Otis and Pete escort me towards a secluded elevator where a tall, muscular like me stands in a suit, his hand held out to shake mine. "Jackson," he introduces himself. "I'm Ms. Estle's personal bodyguard."

"Eros," I nod and give him a formal smile along with a firm handshake. "How many bodyguards does she have?"

Jackson chuckles and scans his hand over the small panel on the wall before punching in a set of numbers. "Plenty," he responds entering the metallic confinement as I follow suit.

"Can I just call you Jack?"

"Sure, man."

"That's what I'm talking about," I pull him into that boyish handshake in which you slam your palms together with a thud and then pull each other into a brief and half hug, leaving with a pat on the back. "How long have you been working for Ms. Estle?"

"For a very long time," he retorts whilst scanning his hand over another panel inside the elevator before inserting a small card to the side and pushing one of the three buttons at the bottom, one labeled 'G' for ground and the other labeled 'T' for top, I guess. The one Jack pushes has a 'B' engraved into it. "I've known Ms. Estle for five years, but only started working for her three and a half years ago."

          "I see. Why not five years?"

"You ask a lot of questions, man."

"That's what she said," we both laugh and talk more about the woman whose penthouse I was about to infiltrate and stay as a guest.

The elevator doors finally slide open to reveal a massive ballroom that is lit up immensely due to the sunlight that airs in through the glass walls all around expect the wall where three elevators stand. We were in a private one while two public ones were on the other end of the wall. The white tiles on the floor match the ceiling of the humongous room. Chandeliers embellish the look of the place as they dance around the fresco art all over the ceiling.

          "Pretty, isn't it?" Jack admires the room and then looks at me. "It's even better when it's decorated. It's Ms. Estle's private ballroom."

          "I see." One last look at the room, I saunter back into the elevator with Jack and move to the top floor.

          The doors glide open to reveal the actual floor I'd be living on. The foyer of the floor is spacious with marbled floor glistening under the rays penetrating through the glass wall far ahead. A chandelier dangled above a table laid below in the circular sector of the entrance. We drift past two tall, white pillars toward the rest of the floor.

          A living room decorated the left side with a massive T.V. mounted on the wall. Sectional sofas are placed around a glass table. Kitchen is lined on the same side with black shiny countertops and sliding glass cabinets with a big island sitting in the middle, four tall stools gathering around it. To the right of me sits another family room with two wide hallways one of which is walked by the boss lady who strolls in whilst talking on a phone.

          "Get them all published today and also get all the photos from Lorenzo and email them to me so I can select the ones I want to be showcased at the WFG." She notices me and indicates me to hold on a second while she finishes up. A white blouse hugs her upper body beautifully, flaunting the mesmerizing curves with a high waisted black leathered short skirt that hardly covers her ample booty.

"Thank you, Jackson. I got it from here. Send his luggage up."

"My pleasure, Ms. Estle," Jack nods to his boss and walks out leaving me alone with the women that seems to make my heart thump abnormally.

"Hello, Mr. Azallion," she smiles at me and wanders closer.

"Hello, Ms. Estle." I take her hand and place a light kiss to the back of it. Her palm is baby soft along with her frail fingers that are embellished with a ring.

Pulling her hand away, she arches her groomed brow at me in amusement. "No touching, Mr. Azallion. Remember?"

"My apologies," I match her smirk and wait for her to fire at me.

"I'll let you slide now. I won't be lenient next time. You'll be punished for it." With a smug look, she motions me to follow her into the same alley she just popped from. Her heels slam against the floor, thumping my heart with each movement of her hips that I couldn't help myself with.

Control yourself, Eros. But I can't when she's around.

          Her sexy voice does something to me that I can't contemplate. Those long smooth legs of hers shine under the sunlight the breaks through the glass on the side as she stops in front of a large dark polished wooden door that has a metal handle attached to it.

Unlocking the door, we stride in. A king sized bed is pinned against a gray wall with black furniture all around the room. Even the long curtains are the color of coal as they shield the entire wall of glass giving the room a little more chilled feeling. A desk is placed in the corner along with a recliner close by.

          "One is your closet and the other one is the bathroom," she points at the two doors in the room and turns to the bedside table to retrieve a remote. "Using this remote you can do a lot of things such as turn on and off the lights, dim them to your preference, and open the curtains as well. It also incorporates music, but don't have it too loud when you use it because my room is right next door and I hate disturbance."

          "Yes, ma'am," I look around one last time and follow her out for more of the house tour.

          "Never go into my room," she motions at the last door down the hall and glances back at me. "It won't end well if you do."

          "You'll spank me if I do?" I smirk at her and watch the narrowing of her eyes.

          Placing her hand on my chest, she lightly pushes me against the wall and brings her face closer to mine until our noses brush together, forcing my heart to bounce erratically. She grabs my jaw tightly, holding it in place while her thumb drags over my bottom lip. "I'll be your worst nightmare, baby boy. You don't want to meet that side of me. Be a good boy." Her minty breath tickles my face while her intoxicating scent travels up to my brain, bursting a set of hormones deep within me.

          My body begins to heat up throughout sending heatwaves radiating up and down my veins. I've never felt like this, instead I make women burn for me, scorch in desire for me, but here it is all reversed. I'm not afraid to admit that this makes me hard beyond belief. No woman has ever pinned me in this manner or even talked to me like this because I've always been the one to do so myself.

          Slamming women against the wall and getting my wicked, filthy way with them was how I deal with them. Making them submit to me fuels my ecstasy and that is exactly what I want to do to this woman who seems to boss me around like a fucking pet. For some reason I like it more than I should. With the no touching rule in the contract, I can't do so. If that stupid clause wasn't in place, she'd be kneeling before me in a skimpy outfit with her hands tied behind her, above that round ass and her hair in my hand. I'll stay true to the deal, but I'll frustrate and tease her so much that she'll beg me to touch her, to hold her, and to fuck the shit out of her. I'll gladly torture her by not doing so.

          I can notice a certain fire gleaming behind her enchanting eyes, a fire that wishes to burn everything in her path. Somehow I'll ignite that fire of hers and get her to release it one day so that I can crush it right under my foot along with her bossiness and arrogance that she holds high in the air. Then I'll show her who the real boss is.

          "You don't know me, Ms. Estle," I jerk my head loose from her grip and urge the woman to step away. "Women have sleepless night just thinking about me."

         "Like I said yesterday, I'm not like the other women. You kneel before me when I command you to, you obey me when I say to, and disobedience will get you in big," her sexy dimples return as her hand caresses my cheek. "Big trouble."

          "I will not submit to you. I'm a dominant man. I make women bow before me, Ms. Estle." I tower over the woman in hopes of intimidating her, but her height almost inclines with mine and she seems unfazed by my statement. "Rich women like you worship me in the constraints of the bedroom."

          "I like your confidence way too much, Mr. Azallion, which is why I'll let that last statement slide, but don't mistake the fact that you work for me and that you also won't get away with your smart mouth every time." She warns and places a pointy finger against my lips to push me back before she begins meandering away. "I'm a dominant woman, so it'll be funny to see you writhe under me when the time comes."

          "It'll indeed be funny when I prove you wrong."

          "I like a good challenge, cocky man," her heels echo off the corridor as she leaves the hallway. "Follow me if you want to see the rest of the place."

          "I'm a good contender in this game of two, cocky woman. It'll be fun to see who wins." I begin striding behind her as she takes me into the second hallway on the other side of the floor. I could sense the rolling of her eyes even though I was behind the gorgeous, arrogant woman. The way her head slightly rises confirms that.

"This is my study. You may find me here when you want to talk." She points to the first door and walks down. "Here," she opens the second door in that hallway. "This is the gym, you may use it anytime you please except when I'm in here. It also includes a shower." Closing the door back up, she saunters to the next room in line. "This is the home theatre. You'll find all movies here."

          This room was a dimly lit one with starry ceiling. About six reclining black leathered chairs are placed in a row, cup holders at the end of each two. A queen sized bed sits at the front, embedded into the black carpeted floor that match the sleek black walls.

"Sweet," I comment and stare at the beauty in awe. This really is a paradise, but for me this is heaven in itself. Living with a breathtakingly gorgeous in an amazing penthouse is a dream come true for any man.

"Moving on," she ushers me out and struts to the next room. "This room and the last one are completely off limits, so don't even think about entering them. Are we clear?"

"What skeletons are you hiding behind them?" I smirk at her smugly.

She scoffs and walks past me. "The worst kind."

I chuckle and follow the woman towards the foyer and up a set of stairs that I didn't notice when I walked in. When we reach the top landing, my eyes immediately fall on the large hot tub that sits in the corner with a T.V. on top. A bar is idly sitting in another corner with bottles of pristine and expensive alcohol and wine mounted on the glass cabinets. This is all encompassed in a glass holding where you can look at the beautiful city that stretches in for miles upon miles.

She then escorts me out through sliding glass doors to the infinity pool outside that hangs off the building. The warm afternoon breeze brushes through her hair like wind chimes singing in the air. Her flawless skin glimmers under the sun while her eyes twinkle to a hazel shade of green. Instead of admiring the view, I find myself admiring her. This woman could model for her own brand, why bother hiring professionals and paying them? If I had my camera up here with me right now, I would take her pictures all day long. She is a natural. She doesn't even have to try to be sexy which is why I feel the pull she has on me.

          "Now that you've seen it all, let's get something clear. Like I've said before, you don't ever enter my room or the other two I pointed out. When I'm in the gym or up here, you don't come in. I like my privacy."

          "How would I know if you're in the gym or up here?"

          "I'll lock the gym door when I'm in there and when I'm up here, I'll leave my slippers at the bottom of the stairs. Are we understood?"

          "What if I don't follow these rules?" I cock my head to the side and watch a dangerous smirk form on her beautiful lustrous lips.

          She inches closer to me and stroke her nail down the side of my face painfully, but I don't show my slight discomfort in it. It surprisingly hardens my member. "You don't want to find out, Mr. Azallion."

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I know this chapter was long and I'm sorry. I just wanted to get the moving in part all in one.

Eros has now moved into that penthouse which is more like a damn mansion. What do you think happens next?

Who's Cornelia?

Will Rome be able to survive alone or not?

Much love ♥️
~Reet