Full Summary: Evie wants nothing to do with the romance business. Love will come along when it does and she does not want to be told otherwise. Her fallen angel boss has a son coming into town for business. Needing a place to stay, Evie's boss begs her to let her son stay with her while he is in town. Come to find out, Evie has met this mysterious new roommate of hers before. Through a series of odd events, Evie and this new friend grow closer despite the fact that Evie is trying her best to keep them apart. Can she stand the tension even after they learn that they are from two totally different worlds? Is his 'business' in town really just that? What game is Cupid playing at now?

© Copyright by GermanSam
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*Note*: It helps if you read Cupid's Granddaughter and Athena's Enigma before this one to know the characters better though it is not necessary to understand the plot. Thank you!

"I said no."

"I know what you said but I'm telling you that you're wrong."

I rolled my eyes even though the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see me.

"I can't be wrong if it's an opinion based question."

"It wasn't an opinion based question," the other person argued insistently. "I asked you if you wanted to go out tonight."

"And I said no," I repeated for the third time.

"Right but then I said you were wrong."

I sighed. "I don't want to go out tonight, least of all with you."

The person on the other end of the line scoffed and feigned offense. "You know you don't have fun when you go out unless you go with me."

"Last time I went out partying with you, I woke up next to a stranger. As I recall, it's been like since the very first time I've went out with you. It's always the same thing: I go to the club, get drunk beyond all my senses, and then take some poor soul home with me only to have him scamper off in the morning. It's not a life I enjoy living Grandma."

"Shh," my grandmother said into the phone. I rolled my eyes again. "Do not ever call me that. Now, moving on, those 'poor souls' as you put it, are definitely not as unfortunate as you may believe. They get to have one wonderful night with a descendent of Hedone, Psyche, and Aphrodite; those are just some of the many goddesses of love and sexual desires. I'm sure whoever you take home never complains in the morning."

"That's because neither of us remembers what happened the night before!"

"Oh trust me, he remembers. Men never forget one good roll in the sack."

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed in frustration. "Grandma- uh- Hedone, as much as I appreciate you wanting to 'bond' with me, I think I'll decline tonight."

"Evelyn!" Hedone scolded. "You skipped college and went right into your pointless career that you know you will never get far in. You deserve your chance to go out and have a night on the town. You need to party and get the experience in."

"I've gotten the experience," I muttered unenthusiastically. "I've been around the block. I'm definitely not inexperienced."

"Evelyn," Hedone began to whine. "Nobody is available tonight and there is a brand new club that just opened. It's a really cool, exclusive, all immortal club. No mortals allowed and everyone I normally go out with is busy!"

"I just love being your last resort."

"It's just one night Eves! I promise that not a drop of alcohol will touch your lips!"

I let out a breath and I ran a hand through my straight black locks. "If I go, and I'm not saying that I am, then I will definitely not be doing any drinking. Nothing good ever comes from that."

Hedone squealed on the other line and then hung up. I pulled my cordless phone away from my ear and stared at it wondering what I might have unknowingly agreed to. I set the phone back into its charger and brushed off the conversation.

I hopped off my kitchen counter and maneuvered my way into my bedroom. I opened my sliding closest door to reveal an expansive amount of clothes. There was everything buried deep in there from the latest off the shoulder top to the most conservative suit. Anything I needed to go out was at my fingertips in the little space my small home provided.

I sighed without pulling anything out to change into. I felt unmotivated to do so. I really didn't want to go out tonight least of all with my uncontrollable grandmother. That was not a saying one often heard but then again one was not often descended from a line of Greek gods.

I sulked over to the bathroom that was attached to my main bedroom. I leaned against the porcelain sink with what little space I could. It was lined with various hair care products and make-up. I sighed toward all of that stuff too. It was just all this unneeded effort to get prettied up for what exactly? A practice girl for a couple of guys with cheesy lines? If I was intoxicated enough, I might foolishly bring one home too. It was inevitable to happen.

See, I was (and still am, mind you) always a good girl at heart: a true optimist, I'd like to think. I tried to stay happy and cheerful even when I didn't necessarily have a reason to be. People often referred to me as having a bubbly personality and I would normally agree. In my opinion, there was no reason to get mad or sad over things that were out of my control, and I didn't enjoy dwelling in the negative feelings when I had more positive things to focus on. I was still human –in a sense- so of course I still had the negative feelings but I was just very good at concealing those in front of others.

Then there was…the drunken me. Get a few high alcoholic drinks in my system and I was set free. It was like every bad thing I repressed or every rule I had had to follow no longer applied. I was no longer worried about expectations or other people's opinions. I was just me and for the first forty minutes or so, it was lovely. Then enter in the rest of the night that I would never remember. It seemed that my more…rambunctious side liked being wild in every sense of the word.

More than once, I had woken up next to a mysterious man who would have this stupid grin on his face when he would meet my eyes across the pillows on my bed. I would only groan and roll over hoping that when I reopened my eyes the man would only be an illusion. He most certainly never was.

It also seemed that my drunken subconscious had the worst taste in men. I swear I've actually screamed a few times seeing the man I've brought home for the night. This has led to many self-pity evenings where I stayed in and ate a tub of ice cream by myself. I know my drunken self is a slut and I've come to terms with it. Don't think that I am proud! I make the best of it when I can; mostly by just not drinking and avoiding the stuff at all costs.

My first encounter with this situation left me feeling horrible, used, and just plain dirty. I spent weeks in an odd mood sulking around. Here I had lost an important part of my womanhood and I didn't even get to remember it. I got over it quickly once I realized how unimportant it seemed to everyone else. Maybe that seems low or the wrong way to look at things but I didn't like dwelling in the past. There was nothing I could do to change the fact that I was a dirty drinker. I came to accept it and I promised myself never to drink again.

Not even a month later, my grandmother dragged me away to the latest club event. Once again, I was met with a stupid grin in the morning only it belonged to a different face. This happened three more times before I finally called it quits. No more partying, I told myself. I kept to that promise too. I focused on my dancing career, my relationship with my fabulous boss, and my family. It worked for a while too and I began to wish that I had never officially turned 21 and started getting the calls from my grandmother.

Hedone, Goddess of Sensual Pleasures and only daughter of Psyche and Eros, was my grandmother. She was an immortal who stopped her aging at 21 while I kept on until 25. That's right; I was physically and mentally for that matter, older than my grandmother. That's not something any person can truthfully say. Whenever we were out in public in the mortal world, which is not very often, we were not related when anyone asked. We were simply friends out together enjoying one another's company.

Moving up further on my complicated family tree, Eros (better known by his Roman name of Cupid) is my great-grandfather. My mother is Cupid's granddaughter and is quite known by everyone around Olympus as just that. Her name is Peyton and after I had been born a book came out to the Olympian public about how Cupid played his own granddaughter in the game of love. It was a big epidemic at the time and my mother absolutely hated the publicity she received because of it.

My father Nate, on the other hand, loves to bask in his glory. After all, he had won the prize. He was my mother's soul mate and though they were adorable together, they were still just my parents. I love both my parents truly but I tended to lean more toward my dad. While my mom had always been a wonderful mother, my dad was the best parent a girl could ask for. I suppose I could be called a 'daddy's girl'. He was always the cool one or the one we kids always went to for advice.

My brother and only sibling, Logan, was also somewhat of a commodity around Olympus as well. Though everyone had to admit his girlfriend, Avena, was the real star. Her mother was the virgin goddess Athena which made for a big deal when Avena was discovered by the public. The Olympian gods still haven't warmed up to the idea of Athena having a child out of selfishness. Anyway, Avena (or Vee as she likes to go by) was practically my best friend in the family. She had warmed up to us all now and officially became a part of the Cupid family. I always teased her by calling her my inevitable sister-in-law because we all know that one day, Logan will man up and propose and Vee with accept. After all, they were matched by my mother. Baby steps though. Vee still had yet to even move in with my brother. Her book was published just a year after their relationship officially began.

That leaves only one person left in the current Cupid family to have their life messed with: me.

I want no part in any sort of books about my love life. It's of no concern to anyone but me. My mother, grandfather, and all the Olympian reporters could stay out of my life for good. I wanted no part in this love business or this soul mate search. As much as I love my family, they could stick their bow and arrows of love up their…well you get the idea. My soul mate would come along whenever he felt like it. I wanted my own experiences to tell me who was the right guy for me.

My family all told me repeatedly how I was like my mother though I had yet to see any proof of this. I guessed they meant in the love department but seeing as my story was so much more different than hers, I didn't know how we could ever be compared.

My mother had always worked for Eros and had always complained about her job. She never bothered to quit though because I believe she secretly liked what she did for a living. She would never admit it though. My mother never enjoyed being wrong. Admitting that she was incorrect about a matter was her kryptonite. The biggest example I could think of on that one? My mother insisting that she helped me find my soul mate. My father agreed with me that I should be able to go on my own way. After all, my brother didn't have to deal with my mother but then again, my mom went around that and got assigned to his potential wife instead.

I want my mother out of my life…well out of my love life. Every weekend I go back to my parents' house for a family dinner: that's just my parents, brother, potential sister-in-law, and myself. I visit my great-grandparents every now and then and my grandmother only seeks me out when she wants something from me. I loved my family but as far as I was concerned, a weekly visit was enough.

I wandered out into the living room section of my home. I had just dragged my feet over to my plush bright red sofa and plopped down. Just as I began to sink into the cushions and rest my eyes from my busy work day, my doorbell rang. I groaned in protest for a few minutes while the ringing of the doorbell increased in frequency. I heaved myself up from the soft comfort of the pillows to go and answer my door.

I practically pulled the wooden slab off of its hinges.

"What?"

A woman with a deep red hair and clothes barely covering her perfectly slender body took a step back in surprise by my attitude.

"Is that how you greet a family member?" Hedone asked swinging her hips as she strutted into the main hallway of my home.

"That's how I greet my grandmother when I don't want to go out with her at night," I replied quickly. Hedone winced at my use of her title. She hated when her true age was known even if it was just by her family. It was something that she inherited from her grandmother (my great-great grandmother): Aphrodite.

Hedone's chocolate brown eyes scanned my room uncaringly. I took in her skimpy top and tiny excuse for shorts as her definition of a partying outfit.

"Don't call me that," she mumbled uncaringly. She knew very well that it was an empty scold. She had never been much of a parent. "Get dressed Evelyn so we can get out of here please."

Her voice sounded very bored with the situation. I just stood with my arms crossed as she continued to look around my house uninterested. Her back was toward me but when I didn't make any motion to move, she turned to face me. She gave me this look as if to ask me why I hadn't done as she asked.

"The club opens in an hour and I would like be there before I miss anything."

I rolled my eyes and dropped my stance as I wondered over into my living room again. I went and rested down on my cushiony sofa once again. Hedone followed after me putting her hand on her hips and tapping her foot impatiently.

"It's a brand new all immortal club Eves! You promised you would go," Hedone pointed out.

I waved my hand around. "I promised nothing. Nothing good ever comes from hanging out with you. And it's Monday! I had work today and I've got to work tomorrow. I don't have time to go out."

"Oh nonsense. It's never a bad time to go out," my grandmother said. She came up behind me and patted my shoulder awkwardly. "I'll go pick out an outfit for you!"

She scampered off into my bedroom and I just sighed into my sofa. It seemed that I was going out tonight whether I liked it or not. I felt a fuzzy feeling down by my feet followed by a scratchy tongue on my leg. I lifted my head and looked down toward my Bengal cat, Theodore. He mewed slightly as he worked his way up to my arms. I patted his head a few times and he purred steadily in response.

He looked at me with his large light green eyes. His tail twitched up and down as his steady purring continued. His black spots shined against his tan fur.

"I know Theo," I whispered to him. "I don't want to go either."

He stayed in a regal sitting position watching me as I stroked him. A second later, Hedone came back out and placed some clothing on me. Theo jumped down from the sofa and cowered underneath the coffee table.

"Ugh," Hedone said in disgust when she spotted the feline. Theo wasn't a fan of other people but he seemed to especially dislike my grandmother. The feeling was mutual. I think Theo knew how I felt about her and shared my opinion. Not that I ever hated her but she could be hard to handle at times.

I sat up and inspected the clothes that were given to me. I thankfully didn't have any scarfs in my closet otherwise Hedone would have just given me two of them and called it a composed outfit for clubbing. I dragged myself into my guest bathroom that was found in my hallway. Hedone kept pushing me off on my way until I was safely into the bathroom. I stared at my reflection with my clothes in hand before sighing.

I quickly changed into a backless rosy pink top and a pair of jean shorts. I put my ebony hair up into a high ponytail. I added two large hoop earrings and kept my makeup light. I emerged from the bathroom in a sour mood but complied when Hedone pulled me along to leave. She practically pushed me out the front door. I was a bit resistant though.

Theo sat on the kitchen counter watching us scurry out of the house. I gave him a reassuring pat before grabbing a small purse and heading out the door without a second thought.

Hedone closed the door behind me and I felt the cool tile of my apartment complex's hallway on my feet.

"I don't have shoes," I noted as I started to head back into my home. Hedone blocked me and held up a pair of uncomfortable looking high heels.

"We are leaving," she said shoving the shoes into my hands. "No exceptions and no going back."

I slipped on the shoes before heading down the three flights of stairs to the bottom floor. My feet began to hurt immediately as we walked outside into the cool New York City air. I took a deep breath and sighed thinking about how I would've rather been home tonight. It was dark and the streetlights lined the roads making the stars invisible to anyone in the city. The moon hung over shining down on the world.

"Okay, here's the plan…" Hedone drifted off as she approached the curb and hailed a cab. One stopped immediately for her and we got in after just a moment's hesitation.

Before I could really take in my surroundings, the cab had stopped outside of a bricked building with a neon sign that read: Immortalz. Subtle, I know. The cab driver smiled at my grandmother and let us out of the cab for free. Hedone smiled sweetly and leaned over to give the guy a kiss on the cheek. I rolled my eyes as we exited the cab. She wasn't even drunk and she was already getting flirty.

There was a line outside the club of people dressed just as equally scandalously as my grandmother. Hedone bypassed them all and walked straight up to the bouncer. I followed slowly behind her as my feet had begun to ache immensely. I already started picturing my relief when I would take them off. Hedone leaned up and whispered seductively into the bouncer's ear. She touched his shoulder lightly and giggled after he had spoken.

I smiled as I finally approached and the bouncer let us in without even glancing at the list.

"Lovely to see you Hedone," he said as we walked past the fancy velvet rope inside.

"Always George," my grandmother agreed.

I heard the bounding and vibration from the music instantly. When the doors were opened, I felt as though I was hit with the power of the sound waves. I stumbled a little before walking inside. The dimness of my surroundings annoyed me instantly. I didn't like how this night was going.

"Remember, there are only immortals here," Hedone yelled over the music. She wasn't paying any attention to me though. She began searching the room for any familiar face she could find. This was how our routine always worked. A waiter walked by with a tray of champagne and Hedone didn't even bother to look as she grabbed one and downed it.

"Let's go dancing sweetie," she said pulling me into the middle of the room.

"Oh no," I protested the same time my feet did. "I'll just meet you by the bar, alright?"

"Uh-huh," she mumbled moving into the crowd on the dance floor. I sighed as I lost sight of her red head in the crowd and I moved my way over to the neon bar.

People lined the walls everywhere. Some were drinking, some were dancing, and others were talking, making out, or practically fornicating. It didn't matter what type of people were gathered together, immortal or not, a club scene was still a club scene.

I made my way to the bar and grabbed the first empty barstool I could find. Guys and girls lined the bar counter and were shouting their orders. I sat down and immediately took off my shoes. My feet were not made to wear those inventions of the Devil.

I leaned my elbows on the counter and faced out to the crowd. I didn't see any immortals that I recognized but there were so many in the world that I wasn't surprised.

"Excuse me?"

I looked over my shoulder for the owner of the voice. One of the three bartenders set down a glass in front of me. It seemed like a very fruity little drink.

"Compliments of that gentleman over there," the bartender said. He motioned toward a man at the end of the bar. He had a very preppy look with blonde hair and a clean cut shirt. He reminded me of my brother which of course, instantly turned me off. I lifted up the glass toward him and offered a small smile. He lifted his glass as well but I turned around before he could make a move. I wasn't interested in picking anyone up, least of all someone like him.

I traced the rim of the glass with my finger debating on consuming it. I knew what alcohol did but how long could I last the night sober?

Hedone came out of the crowd and toward the bar. She had some poor love struck fellow in tow. She had probably convinced him to buy her a drink or perhaps multiple drinks. I looked down at the pinkish hued liquid before I shook my head slightly and downed the glass in one gulp.

It was going to be a long night and I needed all the help I could get not to lose my mind.

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