AllFreeNovel
Share Us
‘I think she’d be the heartbreaker. She doesn’t seem the type to fall in love easily.’
‘Her parents died when she was young, and her grandfather took their place. His passing left her orphaned all over again. There are walls around her, but walls can crack.’ Joe stood, his chair scraping against the tiled kitchen floor. ‘Just be careful with her.’
The minute he left, my brother appeared.
‘Anteros, what did I tell you about spying on me?’
‘I wasn’t,’ he said, throwing up his arms dramatically. ‘Just came to see if you wanted to come home yet.’
‘I don’t.’
Anteros flopped down on Joe’s discarded seat and picked up his coffee cup, sniffing the contents and pulling a face. ‘Disgusting.’
‘I like it.’
‘You’d like a smack in the face if someone told you that you shouldn’t have it.’ Anteros pressed a button on the coffeemaker, sending a stream of dark brown liquid running. I pushed my cup under it and rolled my eyes.
‘Stop touching stuff.’
‘So, still a virgin? Have the mortals rejected you?’
I didn’t answer, grabbing some paper towels to mop up the spilled coffee.
‘That wasn’t a denial. Did you fuck a human?’
‘No. Not exactly. I’m working on it.’
‘Spill.’
‘Absolutely not.’
‘Why? It’s not like you care about a mortal’s feelings.’
I cared. Eva wasn’t just some human, she was my very own anger-wracked, complex being. I wanted to soothe her anger by spending my entire vacation between her thighs, making her squirm and sigh.
‘Listen, there’s no way a human can make you feel an ounce of what another god can.’ Anteros slid a fridge magnet to one side before picking it up and turning it over, much like I’d done on my arrival. ‘What is this magic?’
‘I don’t know, Anteros. Go home and leave me to my trip. It’s not a vacation if you pop in to pester me every day.’
‘Fine.’ He vanished as quickly as he appeared, a pout on his face as he did.
About time. I needed to shower if I was going to see Eva for my next lesson. And I had a certain candy bar to track down before I did.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
EVA
Jack, Bill, and the handful of other patrons grumbled as I lined up paint pots on the counter.
‘Come on, guys.It’s time to drink up. You know I’m closing early today,’ I said, turning off the cash register and moving empty furniture away from the walls.
‘You can’t paint the bar pink,’ Jack said, exasperated, as he knocked on the top of one of the paint tins.
‘It needs a freshen-up.’
‘The wood is perfectly fresh,’ Bill added, a scowl marring his face.
‘I know you guys have loved this bar for decades. You were fond of my grandfather, and I’m sure it holds many memories for you. Times are changing, though, and the bar needs to change with it. It’s just a lick of paint and a few décor details. Nothing too drastic.’
