Chapter 3 To Restore Her Broken Heart

A new day had begun as the sun poured through the window. Providing new hope. Athena looked around through her windows. The roads glistened in the beam of the sun. The sunlit skyscrapers pierced the blue skies. Leira her friend, pass by early that morning. Worrying that she might do something to herself because of her break-up and that she may be suicidal. Adequately, she's not a lunatic to let herself be slain just because of a freaking break-up.

"You're blooming, Athena. It seems like no one messes with your heart, huh?" Leira uttered as she sat down on the single sofa.

Athena was busy signing documents from work when Leira decided to stay for a while. "Your imagining things," she replied. "You and Dad have the same thought. Early this morning, he said to me that I'm glowing. You two just differ in the usage of words. But thanks for the compliment, anyway," she added and continued what she was doing.

"Tell me, is there someone who restores your broken pieces?" Leira asked, wearing her derisive voice.

Athena stopped flipping the pages of the document she was reading and raised her brow at Leira. "No. Why, is it better if I will cry all day, lock in the room, drink alcohol-"

"Of course, not," Leira intervened. "It's just that, I can't believe that you'll get over him for days. You know... the duration of a girl to move on were for months or years."

"Says who? Fiction novels? Movies?" Leira loves to read romance books and she even adapts those realistically. "That jerk doesn't deserve my tears, anymore."

All thanks to Greg.

"All right. I'm now convinced that you don't have any suicidal instincts. I should go then, I also have a meeting at one," Leira said as she gazes at her wristwatch.

Athena let out a deep sigh when Leira already went out. She then picked up her phone that was on the table and dialed Greg's number.

"Hello," he answered over the line using his baritone voice.

"Hi, I hope I didn't disturb you."

"Silly. Of course not. Why did you call?"

"About the agreement you want. I'm in."

Yesterday, she agreed to be his fuck buddy. They will be fuck buddies.

"Good. See you tonight then. My pad."

"Okay," she answered and ended the call.

Greg reminded her not to be clingy because they don't have any commitment. He wanted them to act with professionalism. They must think that it's like a business contract where they need to be mature enough to have a successful operation.

EXACTLY seven thirty in the evening when she arrives at Greg's pad. Greg's pad is on the fifth floor, room 5-02. As she enters his pad, she just can't help herself not to be stunned by his interiors. Every corner shout luxuriousness. The bachelor's pad is powered by high technologies, she presumed.

She took off her coat and hang it on the cloth rack near the main door. She was wearing a sleeveless maxi dress.

"You look stunning," Greg said as Athena sat down on his sofa.

"Thanks," she answered, and her eyes started to wander again.

"Here," and Greg handed over the folder, "sign it. That's all about the agreement we made. Just the basic."

She nodded in response. She started to read it and when she was done, she scribbled her signature above her printed name.

"Did you consult a doctor for your pills?" he asked.

She nods. She needs to take pills just as they've agreed. Greg told her that it will be a hassle if he used a condom every time. It will be her first of everything but she's looking forward to it. It was that fast, but her body already decided.

She cleared her throat, "are you not going to offer me some drinks?"

"I can offer my juice if you want to," he teased.

She chuckled. "Crazy," she said as she stood up. "Would you mind if I get some cold water?" she asked just to destruct herself. It seems like her body is burning. As much as she doesn't want to look in Greg's direction, she can't help herself. Thus, the heat started to arouse in her system.

For goodness' sake, Greg is topless and just wearing his towel wrapped in his lower part as his V-line peeps.

"I won't. Feel at home," he asked and bite his lower lip, seems like he was teasing her or more inviting her.

To escape from temptation, she then went to his kitchen. She opens his fridge and grabs the pitcher filled with water and poured it into the glass.

For two months, she will be Greg's fuck buddy. Just pure fucking, no strings attached. They forbid to fall for each other. Easy it is. She can do that. Besides, she's already afraid to fall in love.

What she feels about Greg is just pure lust. She was crazy hooked by him because he let her understand pleasure and taught her how to play fire.

When she finished her glass of water, she went back, but Greg's isn't there anymore. She then decides to go to his room. As she enters, she called his name, but no one answered. She repeats it once more but still no response from him.

She then started to walk and went near to the wooden table beside his bed. She picked up the photo frame where she saw Greg's handsome face, sitting on his Bugatti.

"Hi," he whispered.

She gasped and face him.

"Where did you go?" she asked. Her eyes went down to his eight packs.

"Why, did you miss me that fast?" he asked and smirked. He then pulled her, and her body crashed into him. Her eyes widened when something pokes her tummy.

"Can you feel it, baby?" he whispered.

She gasped again as she feels the freezing air when Greg pulls down the zipper of her dress. Suddenly, he bends down and kissed her on her lips. Her reflexes instruct her to kiss him back, and she did.

He gently caresses her back as his lips still pursed into hers. Her dress softly falls on the floor Leaving her with just her undergarments. He then started to unhook her brassiere without giving a distance between their lips.

She groaned.

He moved forward, and she took one step backward and successfully laid her in his soft and comfy bed.

She gasped when she feels his hand between her legs. His lips went down and kiss her earlobe, down to her neck. She moaned when his lips found the peak of her mountains. He then sucked her left tip and massages her other mound.

He flicks his tongue over her aroused tip. His kisses trailed down to her stomach, took off her last piece of cloth, and tossed it away.

She trembled, feeling velvety all over. Soon, his lips moved down. His tongue dipped between the cleft of her moist mound and found the sensitive bud. He brushed his tongue over it again, and again, gently sucking, making love to it fervently.

She felt as if she was ready to explode and when she reached her climax, her back arched as she moaned and called his name aloud. He then moved up to kiss her neck and took off his towel. His length is rubbing on her sensitive flesh.

"Greg..." she purred, loving every moment of this, feeling him enjoying her moist warmth. He was teasing her, it seemed-gently brushing onto her, poking her, but not plunging in. "Greg, please," she begged.

He smirked and slowly thrust inside, teasing, while tweaking the tip of her mound, and kissed her face. He pulls himself and thrusts a little deeper this time.

"Greg!"

He smiled against her lips and lashed his tongue inside her mouth, which she eagerly sucked on. This man was driving her insane!

He plunged again, this time, it was halfway and she arched her back to meet him-all of him.

"Well, aren't we a lil' impatient tonight?" said, Greg which made her blush out of embarrassment. She seems like a hungry wolf waiting for her mate.

But then Greg gently turned her over so that her back was facing him. His palm went to her globe, squeezing it. Ever so gently, he plunged in. She gasped as she feels him fully-every last inch of him.

When he started moving, she moaned. His hands went to her waist, pulling her to him back and forth. The pain is still there, but it's not like before.

Greg was moaning, and it was such a wild sound, raw, carnal-an expression of pure pleasure. It was as if he wanted her to know that he certainly found her even more attractive, even more, desirable now.

He plunged deep and grabbed her by her waist with his arm and gently sat on the mattress with her now on top of him. He started moving his lips, thrusting, but this time his finger found the bud of her hot flesh and rubbed it.

She feels like she was going to run out of breath from too much intimacy. This was too much delight. And she felt herself quickly reaching her climax. She then writhed in mere ecstasy. She knew that Greg had not had his release and so she faced him and drove him. That is such a daring move from someone who had not done it before.

Her breasts bounced as she moved, loving the need in Greg's eyes. Those eyes were ablaze with passion. She moved fast in a circular motion, up and down. Until he pulled her close and held her tight as he shuddered, spitting his juices inside. She left one swift move and rolled down beside him, reaching for the tissue to clean her cleft.

"It's quite good," he said.

Athena laughed, panting. "Are you saying that I'm good," she asked.

"Yeah, quite good for a beginner," he said and chuckled. She feels pissed, thus, she grabbed the pillow and hit him. "Plus, you're alluring and hot," he added, and with that, she blushed.