Chapter22

#Chapter22

Stress Eating

/"Oh, come the fuck on,/" I let out a frustrates sigh as I ruffled my greasy and sweaty hair in irritation, /"It's not like we haven't slept together already!/"

After hours of thinking in the barracks, I decided not to go back to Alastor's place, not really sure if I want to spend another hour with him. And so I went over to Deimos, and asked him a favor of me spending the night at his place.

Even though I know I'd be seeing three motherfuckers if I go with Deimos, and these motherfuckers don't exactly look like the ones I'd like to see in the morning, it didn't matter at the moment.

Surprise, surprise, I'd rather see that ass-face Zeus than spend the night with Alastor. Never knew there'd be a day I would say that.

But the fucker just said, /"Not a chance, pumpkin./"