My Handsome Target

“Good evening, what can I get you?” The waitress asked me with a smile on her face.

“I would like a bottle of Moet and two glasses please.” She nods politely as she taps my order into the small device.

I am sitting in the V.I.P. area of my new night club “APOLLI”. I opened it two weeks ago, and so far it’s going better than I expected.

Not a lot of people know that I’m the owner, I don’t like the spotlights, and that’s because of my real job, but I don’t have a problem with that. I love my privacy, and I’m a little antisocial.

I have only two friends.

Hope, but she lives in France, so we don’t meet so often, maybe once or twice a year, and all she knows about me is that I am a successful businesswoman who owns two clubs, and I am involved in real estate.

She came home for the week, so tonight we decided to go out.

My second friend is Knox. He is my right-hand, best friend, and brother. Not by blood but by circumstances and actions.

I trust him with my life and he trusts me with his.

He knows everything about me. Well, except for one thing. One thing that nobody except me knows. Me and him... but I’m planning to take that secret with me to the grave.

I also have a twin sister, Apollinariya.

I know, the name is strange, very rare, and unique, but it suits her, just like my name suits me.

My father was Greek, and when we were born, he said that he named us after how we reacted to the outside world. He was into Greek Mythology and said that we remembered him of the twins of the Greek God, Zeus, and the Titan Goddess, Leto.

Artemis and Apollinariya.

I was loud, kicking, and screaming, and didn’t stop crying until they put my sister next to me, so, he named me Artemis because she was also very protective and took a guardianship role over her brother’s life, and as growing up, I did the same.

I find myself in her a lot, and not because I think I’m a Goddess like she was, but because of her skills.

Her domains include the moon, the hunt, archery, the wilderness, and wildlife.

I like the calmness of the night, the fresh air the dark brings with it, the masterpiece we call the night sky, and the stars that are perfectly aligned in a random manner around the beautiful moon.

I also like knives, I’m fascinated by bows, the way the arrow flies so elegantly, capable of killing or rescuing. It always captivated me, so I pushed myself until I reached perfection, until I could hit the bullseye with my eyes closed.

And, last but not least, I love to hunt.

Artemis was known for nurturing and helping those in need, very protective over her family, just like I am, but she was also vicious, she could bring on plagues, disease, and my favorite of them all, death.

But I, unlike Artemis, failed to protect my family, my other half, my better half. She has been in a coma for seven years because of a drunk driver who had two other accidents before, but he wasn’t charged, so I took the matter into my own hands. I tortured him for weeks, but... it didn’t wake my sister up.

“Hi, Cherrie, how are you? Did you miss me?” Hope brings me back to Earth with her cheerful voice and I take a deep breath and try to put a smile on my face.

“I picked you up yesterday from the airport and we spent the entire day together.” She looks at me incredulously and throws her blonde hair over her shoulder.

“Yes, Artemis, but it seems like forever…” She sighs dramatically as if she’s reminiscing something that happened years ago and she’s in emotional pain.

I start laughing at her antics, and she chuckles, then comes and gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, which I happily reciprocate.

“You are insane.” Hope it’s like a teenager, she tries to see the best in people and she believes in love at first sight, she is an incurable romantic, that’s why she moved to France, the country of love.

I, on the other hand… well, let’s say that I’m again, like Artemis, who carefully guarded her chastity, and anyone who attempted to even touch her experienced a violent death.

There is no such thing as love, there is no way that a stranger can love every flaw you have, and God knows that I have more than I can count.

“Hey, look over there!” She points with her finger behind me, and to shut her up, -because I know she won’t stop until I’ll do it-, I look briefly.

“Yes, a group of people having fun. Very interesting…” My voice comes out as I wanted. Sarcastic. One of my many talents.

“Noooo! Look at that hot guy, he doesn’t take his eyes off of you. And damnnnn, he’s hot.” I don’t even bother looking again because I’m not interested in having any kind of relationship. Not even friends.

As I said, I’m not very social, and even though I see it as an asset, Hope and Knox contradict me.

“Of course… now let’s dance.” The sarcasm in my voice is still there, and Hope rolls her eyes.

“If you keep going like this, you’ll die alone.”

“And what’s bad about that?” I ask genuinely confused, and she rolls her eyes again, making me laugh.

I don’t wait for her to say something else, and I stand up and start to dance. It’s a sensual song, I think it’s one of the songs from Fifty Shades of Grey. Yes, I was bored and I watched the movie, loved the soundtracks, and ended up uploading all the songs.

I turn around and see the guy, whose eyes are still on me. I can’t see the color, but his gaze is intense.

His clean shaved face makes his sharp jaw look even sharper, so much so that it makes me wonder if I could cut a diamond on it. His hair is thick, combed back, and I don’t know if it’s the dimmed light, but it’s such an intense shade of black that it looks surreal.

As for his body... I can’t see how tall he is, but I would say that he’s taller than everyone at his table. He has broad shoulders, and I can see his muscles moving through his white, button-up, shirt as he’s pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

Damn.

His sleeves are folded until his elbows, showing strong as steel forearms, and his visible tanned skin is covered in tattoos.

To be honest, his entire body is screaming FUCK ME.

I’m a little surprised by my... assessment, or better said, by the fact that I took my time assessing a man, but he has that something that you don’t see too often.

I must admit that my experience in the fucking area is not so vast, but him... his demeanor, it’s like he’s pulling me into some kind of trance, and I wouldn’t mind extending my experience with him once.

Without taking my eyes off of him, I start moving my body in slow sensual motions, lift my hands in the air and let them down slowly, gently brushing my neck with my fingertips, then slide down to my ribs, slightly touching the side of my breasts.

He is devouring me and stripping me with his eyes, and I don’t mind stripping for him one bit.

A girl straddles him and starts to dance, rubbing herself on him, but he pushes her away without taking his eyes off me. She is clearly irritated by his reaction, and she tries to pull him next to her, but he is like a statue. A statue of a Greek God.

The song ends with me barely breathing, and not because of the effort I made but because of the rush of ecstasy that flooded my body, because of the sexual tension, and because of the unfamiliar, but exciting wetness between my thighs.

He licks his lips and looks at me with hunger in his eyes as if he’s a starving hunter, and I’m his prey. If only he would know that I’m a bigger huntress than he could ever dream to be... and also... that our hunting motives are most definitely not the same, I don’t think he would be so excited.

Back to the point. I was never wet, I always had to use lube, and I was definitely never wet because someone looked at me.

“Oh.my.God! That was the most intense eye fucking I ever saw. It even turned me on. Now thanks to you and gorgeous over there, I have to fuck tonight!” The enthusiasm and frustration in Hope’s high-pitched voice pull me out of the sexual trance that the Greek god pulled me in, and I break eye contact, then turn around and face Hope, who’s smiling from ear to ear.

“I think I’ll call it a night. I’ll go to the restroom and then head home. You can stay if you want. It’s all on me. Oh, and have fun with the guy you’re eye fucking.” She smiles and looks at her prey for the night, who’s also looking at her like she’s a delicious dessert. I decided to grab my purse and go after I saw that she was not paying me any attention anymore, but Hope is an efficient multitasker, and she stopped me before I got to leave.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay? Maybe have some fun with Mr. Gorgeous over there?” That’s tempting. Very tempting. But I’m not the kind of woman to have sex with a guy just because he’s hot.

And if a man gets to touch my body, he must be someone very special. Someone who won his right. Not a one-night stand.

But... that doesn’t mean that I can’t play a little. Just a tiny bit.

“See you !” I smile at her, take my purse, and blow her a goodbye kiss.

Our little game is so intense that when a girl straddles him and starts to dance, rubbing herself on him, he pushes her away without taking his eyes off me. She is clearly irritated by his reaction, and she tries to pull him next to her, but he is like a statue.

A statue of a Greek god.

The song ends with me barely breathing, and not because of the effort I made but because of the rush of ecstasy that flooded my body, because of the sexual tension, and because of the unfamiliar, but exciting wetness between my thighs.

He licks his lips and looks at me with hunger in his eyes as if he’s a starving hunter, and I’m his prey. If only he would know that I’m a bigger huntress than he could ever dream to be... and also... that our hunting motives are most definitely not the same, I don’t think he would be so excited.

Back to the point.

I was never wet, I always had to use lube, and I was definitely never wet because someone looked at me.

“Oh.my.God! That was the most intense eye-fucking I ever saw. It even turned me on. Now thanks to you and gorgeous over there, I have to fuck tonight!” The enthusiasm and frustration in Hope’s high-pitched voice pull me out of the sexual trance the Greek god pulled me in, and I break eye contact, then turn around and face Hope.

“I think I’ll call it a night. I’ll go to the restroom and then head home. You can stay if you want. It’s all on me. Oh, and have fun with the guy you’re eye-fucking.” She smiles and looks at her prey for the night, who’s also looking at her like she’s a delicious dessert. I decide to grab my purse and go as I see that she’s not paying me any attention anymore, but Hope is an efficient multitasker, and she stops me.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay? Maybe have some fun with Mr. Gorgeous over there?” That’s tempting. Very tempting. But I’m not the kind of woman to have sex with a guy just because he’s hot.

And if a man gets to touch my body, he must be someone very special. Someone who won the right. Not a one-night stand.

But... that doesn’t mean I can’t play a little.

Just a tiny bit.

“See you !” I smile at her, take my purse, and blow her a goodbye kiss.