“Hello, darling, why don’t you do that thing to me?” She waved at the keg.
Matt’s eyebrows hit his hairline, then his gaze fell to her breasts. Fuck, dude. Were all men suckers for a pretty set of tits? #SpoilerAlert #TheAnswerIsYes
“A keg stand?” he asked, swallowing hard and sounding both dazed and confused.
She waved her fingers at me. “I want to see what Maisey’s little life is like.”
The condescension was thick in her voice.
With one hand, he coaxed her into a handstand, her dress falling to reveal a black lace thong. The noise seemed to die down at the party, eyes swinging to the Titan who basically had her vagina out there for the world to see.
Matt lowered the nozzle to her lips, and leaning in I whispered in his ear, “Fuck her up. She has a high tolerance.”
Rhea shot me daggers from her upside-down position and I just grinned. This night might actually be fun.
#ThisBitchWasGettingDrunk #IWasTakingHerAssToTacoBellAfter
I decided to go live and document everything on my social media. If Cronus was watching, I wanted him to see I could be the chick who embraced whatever he sent my way. Including his ex-wife. Because surely this was a test.
Cronus was nowhere to be seen for weeks and he’d seen a photo of Matt’s hand on my thigh and sent Rhea.
#GameOnMotherfucker
Chapter 2
“Where’s the bell?” Rhea slurred, looking at the counter as she swayed in the middle of Taco Bell. I snickered, trying not to full-on cackle. I’d ended up staying sober, because someone had to, and I wanted to remember every single second of this experience.
“You!” Rhea pointed to the unsuspecting cashier behind the counter. “Fetch me your finest cuisine.”
The chick didn’t look too happy about that, choosing instead to cross her arms and look at me.
A nervous laugh left me. “She’s hammered. I’ll order for us both.”
“Yes, Maisey will fetch the food. I’ll be over here.” Rhea stumbled to one of the booths and sat down.
I was pretty sure she drank eighty percent of that keg, and apparently that’s how much beer it took to get a Titan drunk. Okay, there were also a ton of shots. Rhea’s tolerance was even higher than I'd expected.
After ordering all the goodies on the menu, I grabbed some hot sauce packets in varying degrees of heat and sat with the evil ex. The moment I set the packets down, she picked one up and examined it. “Is this the first course?”
I nodded, keeping a straight face. “Yep. Totally.”
She peeled open the packet and sucked the contents down in one gulp. “Hmm … tasty yet lacking in texture.” She grabbed another.
I quickly pulled out my phone, propping it in a way so Rhea wouldn’t notice what I was doing, and went live. #BitchIsDowningHotSauce #FirstTimeAtTacoBell
I typed out a bunch of funny hashtags and watched as thousands of viewers joined in. I’d been live streaming all night and my followers loved Rhea.
‘This bitch is mood.’
‘She’s going to breathe fire.’
‘I hate that I love her.’
The comments started to roll in and I grinned.
“Maisey! Fetch the food, this has not sustained me,” Rhea ordered.
New comments shot in faster than I could read.
‘Oh hell no.’
‘She needs to pop this chick in the mouth.’
‘You talk to me like that, I cut a bitch.’
I nodded. “Sure thing. But first, tell me what this is.”
I handed her a straw, without its wrapper. She took it gingerly, turning it over in her fingers, holding it up to her eye to peer through it.
“Clearly it’s some kind of modern tiny telescope,” she declared, and my followers lost it.
The phone shook with my laughter at the comments.
‘Where the fuck did you find this lady?’
‘Whatever she’s on I want some.’
‘Take her outside and make her try to look at stars through it.’
For the first time in weeks, I was smiling a genuine smile. Rhea was such a fucking idiot, but this was entertaining, and I couldn’t even hate her for having Cronus before me. Not when she was giving me so much content. Plus, distracting me like a pro.
“So, Rhea,” I said, leaning in closer to her, “tell me about being married.”
If that bastard was watching, he could suffer some humiliation like I had when he disappeared without a fucking word. Not to mention, this was his punishment for sending his ex-wife to babysit me.
Rhea slammed both hands down on the table. “Worst fucking thousand years of my life.”
‘Holy fuck, this chick thinks she’s a thousand years old.’
‘That explained the ugly-ass thong she was wearing.’
‘We shave our vajayjay in this century, bitch.’
“You were married for that long?” I asked, something dark slithering through my chest. I was regretting this line of conversation.
Rhea snorted, slumping forward a little. “In name only. We were never really in love. I loved one man and it wasn’t Cron—”
I coughed loudly to cover up his name because my Instagram likers were ferocious and would be googling the fuck out of his name. I mean, I wasn't scared any of them would think they were legit Titans reborn, but it could happen.
“Who did you love?”
Rhea eyed me closely, before shaking her head. “I never say his name.”
‘Hahahaha. That bitch did not just say that. He Who Will Not Be Named!’
‘She thinks she’s in HP.’
I wondered then if Cronus knew that Rhea had only ever loved another. Was this hurting him?
For some reason, that didn’t sit right with me, even though I was hurting pretty badly myself. Cronus generally seemed to be as ambivalent about Rhea as she was about him, but just in case, I decided to cut off that line of questioning. Before I could change the subject, chills ran the length of my arms.
Fuck.
In a flash, I ended the live stream and spun around. Zeus stood just behind me, glowering down at our table. This place was dead. It was 4:00 A.M. Even the cashier was in the back, probably still making our order. Hopefully she stayed there, because I really didn’t want anyone to die in the
