PopularNovelChapter 93 ~ A princess
ATHENA
One month later...
"You know," Sloane says, tossing a bag of tortilla chips into the cart with flair, "I think my uterus has grown
cobwebs. Literal. Freaking. Cobwebs."
| snort so loud a nearby toddler swivels to look at me. "Sloane!"
"What?!" she grins shamelessly, pushing her sunglasses up on her head as she saunters past the cereal aisle.
"It's been so long, Athena. I'm talking ghost-town, tumbleweed-rolling, 'CLOSED FOR BUSINESS' kind of long."
Isabelle snorts behind me. "Okay, now I'm picturing cobwebs... down there. Thanks for that."
Sloane shrugs, utterly unfazed. "I'm just saying, if a hot guy so much as smiles at me, | might combust. Or cry.
I'm not sure which yet."
I laugh, catching my breath as | toss a bag of apples into the cart. "This is what | missed. You two and your
incredibly vivid metaphors."
"Well," Isabelle says dryly, "that's what happens when your love life is non- existent."
| laugh at that because it's true. Well... at least for me.
Isabelle is too busy with her career and has zero tto date. With how much she has achieved, | was shocked
to learn she's only thirty-two. Which is the sage as Ale..
Nope.
I'm not going there.
"So, how are you fitting in working directly under that hottie? You should hookup. He looks like a hot nerd
and a total freak in bed." Sloane says, makinggasp in horror!
"Sloane!"
"What? Just answer the question, girl." She rolls her eyes like she didn't just say the most horrific thing right here
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| groan, " It's only been a week, and he's already rearranged my entire schedule. Twice."
Sloane shootsa sly look. "Oh no. He's into rearranging things? He can rearrange-"
I don't let her finish as | move to the cheese section.
| love cheese so much. Honestly, | can eat cheese with anything. Those who are allergic are missing out big time.
But because I'm a good person, | buy twice what
I need so | can eat on their behalf.
Yep. I'm pretty generous, | know.
| grab a block of sharp cheddar and toss it in the cart with tic flair.
"Behold. Charity."
Isabelle raises an eyebrow.
"That for the lactose-intolerant community?"
"Exactly," | say, completely serious. "I suffer for them."
Sloane snickers. "You're a martyr, really. A saint."
“I try.”
We turn down the next aisle, and just as I'm admiring the selection of brie, Sloane leans against the cart and
sighs.
"But seriously, Quinn, though. He's hot. Like, glasses-wearing, brooding, probably has a secret tattoo kind of
hot."
| give her a look. "I don't think he has a tattoo."
"Oh, honey," Sloane says with a wicked smile. "They always do."
Isabelle grabs a loaf of bread and says, "And how exactly do you know what 'they' do?"
"| dated a software engineer once.
Real quiet. Real polite. Turns out he
had a full sleeve and a thing for
roleplay."
"That's a guess thing. It's 50/50, but your cousin, I'd do anything for that six feet of gorgeous."
Sloane frowns.
"Who?"
"Alex." Isabelle says with dreamy eyes, and | freeze mid way.
Sloane chokes on her drink, spiling
some
at
her shirt, | shake my head
wanting to be the one to tell
he tis right.
"I'm sorry, babe. He's out of bounds. | hear he's a mental case." She leans in to whisper.
| silently thank her as she continues with slandering her dear cousin while | walk
to the first aid section.
I'm turning around the corner when my legs hit something small and soft.
| turn to find a small boy sitting on his ass with his slightly long hair covering his face.
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"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" | reach over to help him up when I'm met with green.
My eyes look around, horrified. I'll end up meeting one of his parents. "Mummy?" His cute face frowns.
| sigh.
"I'm a stranger. Why do you keep callingthat?"
Rayen smiles, and my heart melts. He has the most adorable face I've ever seen.
"Because you're pretty." He answers while | help him up, makinglaugh.
Rayen dusts off his pants like a little gentleman, then looks up atwith that swide, green-eyed curiosity.
“You okay?" | ask again, crouching to his level.
He nods solemnly. "You're very pretty."
| blink. "Wow, coming on strong, aren't we?"
He grins. It's all missing baby teeth and innocence. "Are you a princess?"
That makeslaugh. "Not quite. Just a regular, tired woman who really likes cheese."
He studiesfor a moment, like
bet
he's deciding whether to believe me.
She leans in like he's about to
"You look like a princess."
| rough his hair, making him giggle, completely charmed. "So, where's your mom
or dad?"
Rayen points toward the front of the store.
"My daddy's outside. He said he had forgotten his wallet."
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