Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Trappola

"You know I can fuck whoever I want," he said out of nowhere as we arrived at a café across the one Ethan goes to every day.

Here comes the toxic masculinity in which men have to prove they're 'real man' by banning all those socially-determined feminine actions like showing feelings. I understand Ilya might be doing it to unworry me or something but sensitive guys are the best.

"Yeah," I unbuckled my seatbelt.

"I mean I could just charm my way into that girl's panties," he was pointing at a waiter from the café Ethan likes "fuck her in her lunch break in the ba–"

"I get it, sweetie," I looked at the iPad hearing a beep which means he is getting closer "you have a big dick and panties practically rip themselves off when they sense you."

"Pretty–" I saw Ethan so I jumped off the car and rushed across the street to the café while glancing at my wristwatch which is Ilya's.

Ethan was behind me in the queue but the goal is for him to notice me so I ordered in English; let's see if he remembers my voice "Can I please have a mint tea?"

The blonde girl behind the marble counter nodded with a smile "Of course," British accent. "Anything else?" she asked tapping the iPad screen sitting on a white stand.

"No, that–"

"Juliet?" he was now standing beside me with a big smile on his face, "I thought that was you."

You know, British people often run away from social engagement if not necessary. I thought he was going to go to his table and I might have to pretend to be that phony chirpy American. Nothing against Americans, I'm one, but boy do I hate how everyone is so fucking happy all the time.

"Ethan!" I hugged him quickly and then looked in my purse for twenty euros "here you go, hun, keep the change," a smile played on my lips directed to her then I stepped away slightly gripping Ethan's right arm; touching is key for him to fall "How you been?" I don't fucking care but there was still a smile on my face.

"Great," he chuckled "you?"

"Awesome. Bouncing around, going to Milan almost every weekend," there was a table by a window from where Ilya can take care of me so I took a seat at it "how's police work going?"

"Well I can't talk much about it but let's just say I am a virtuous asset," great, he is fucking cocky; I'm married to the king of that type.

There's this little thing that happens to me when I think about Apollo's touch that gives me goosebumps and makes me blush hard so I used that resource "I bet you are," comb a strand of hair behind my ear to pretend I'm nervous.

He was looking at me in a way Apollo has looked at me many times, almost every night for as long as our marriage has been going on; he knows, well thinks, he has me in the bag until the girl from the counter blocked his view of me as she left the paper cup in front of me which is great for my plan.

Now that I know his case is going great, I need to get into the apartment where he is staying "Well," I got up and acted all fidgety while glancing at him "I have a meeting to run to but it was great catching up with you–"

"No, darling," of course he had to call me that "this was not catching up. Are you busy tonight?" he slid his hands in the pockets of his pants showing me he is totally confident seeming all relaxed, playing cool, letting me know it won't affect him if I totally reject him.