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Fairy Godmother Inc. – Apollo’s Angel


Chapter 10

That kiss changed everything.

We were intimate.

Holy moly.

It was hot and I’m still getting flushed cheeks just thinking about it. He knew how to kiss a woman, which is now a fact. It should be printed in every history book, Apollo’s name should be in the dictionary under the adjective kissing. I walk with my head down in the long line of servants just mulling through my thoughts. Maybe things didn’t change for him but they surly changed for me, you can’t be kissed by a man of his caliber and not be altered forever. 

He said I was all his.

But does he just tell women what they want to hear so they will just give it up? I didn’t know. I prayed not, but I am also not stupid. I am a slave. He is the crown Prince of Garthorn. Maybe I am the flavor-of-the-month slave. A man that kisses that good has had plenty of experience, believe me.

I frown as we turn a corner in deep thought.

Mort was very enthusiastic that he made it to second base, saying we need to go forward with our plan in getting Laura’s DNA, and bringing down Queen Irena. It will prove her infidelity and her betrayal to the House of Galleon. I wish I knew her lover and we could just catch them in the act. 

A grand feast is tonight and we have been in the kitchen all day. Level five slaves will be the servers, lucky me. I get to serve two hundred people, that’s a lot. I used to be a waitress at an underground strip joint and let’s just say it was very low key, under the radar type thing. Not to reflect on my bad life choices but I have no experience serving this amount of people. There are only fifty sector five slaves so you can do the math. I am still an odd ball, though, still getting stared at. They treat me like I am a rare beast, a human with three eyes.

Was it that odd that Apollo had shown me attention?

Slaves are considered less than human so maybe. We are an hour out for the ten course meal to start and the Headmaster is giving H*tler a run for his money. If our heads are slightly tilted the wrong way we get our ankles whipped. It’s a pain worse than stubbing your toe, and I thought that was impossible. Nothing is worse than stubbing your toe—wrong. Ankle whips are worse, trust me on this.

The Headmaster’s father is in charge of the men staff and I am not kidding when I say he moves at the speed of smell. He must be over a hundred years old for Pete’s sake.

My right eyes twitches as I watch him pick up a fallen napkin off the marble floor. This scene needs epic soundtrack music as his hand nears the napkin heightening the dramatic tension that is sure to unfold. The choir voices singing loud in the air as the climax approaches and tension rises to full capacity. My eyes widen, bulge even when he snatches at it and misses it completely producing a sheen of sweat on my forehead. He goes for another try and promptly side-steps to the left, off-balance.


He goes in strong this time but over-steps the cloth by a foot making me hiss in frustration. What in the ever-loving-sh*t. Just grab it! Please. Please…

At this point it’s almost worth an ankle whip to jump out of the, thy holy line, and help the poor mean bast*rd. This madness needs to stop, I can’t take the stress anymore. Life-line activate. #jesustakethewheel. Commotion to my left gains my attention thankfully, dancers exit from the massive dining hall, finished with their exciting performance, no doubt. I look wistfully at them, wishing I am a performer rather than a slave in an ugly black gown a nun would even deny. And, this is our nice gown. I look like a pregnant penguin.

At least I was able to hang out with Destiny earlier, her being the head chief. She told me she has had zero luck with Apollo, but she didn’t seem too worried by it. I wondered why until I saw her with the tall butcher’s son Antangeo. He is definitely handsome, but not on Apollo’s level according to me. I wonder if you fall in love with someone else if you can stay. I didn’t get to read the fine print but that would be super cool.

Destiny comes out in total command, giving each one of us trays of mouthwatering food to serve. She looks like she is really enjoying her situation. But really though, I can’t be completely ungrateful of my horrid position. I did have a hot make out session with Apollo, so…

The next thirty minutes are insane. I pass out so many dishes I didn’t have time to think, or to take in my surroundings. If I spill anything on anyone the Headmaster will open up a gateway to H*ll and push me in. Laughter is loud, the clinking of wine glasses rings in the air and the performers blows fire from their mouths.

I glance up and notice that the massive seating hall is elevated and the open space at the bottom is where all of the dancing and performers do their thing. The middle section we have the majority of the House of Garthorn, then the House of Mont Gallow to the right, then Galleon to its left. Quite extravagant, the low lighting makes all of the crystal dinnerware sparkle and twinkle. The music is exotic, almost having an Egyptian/Middle Eastern feel. The vaulted ceilings are magnificent, no other way to describe the twenty-story high masterpiece. Gold and silver everywhere, on the walls and the décor displaying great wealth in the House of Garthorn.

It’s hard to spot people when you have to keep your head down but I spy Cherie and Laura, and jealously fuels to life inside me. They look like they’re having the time of their life, laughing and eating with royalty. Their evening gowns—gorgeous. The only thing Peirce could do for me was blow out my long hair, a ******, and moisturized body. You know, incase if Apollo takes my bun out in the fit of passion I will have amazing looking hair. Eye-roll. As I carry the third course I am ushered to the middle towards Garthorn Royalty. I bite my lip, not wanting to go this way and come into contact with Apollo. I don’t know how to act now that he has kissed me. Does he think about it? A thrill shoots down my spine.

I see him now that I’m close and I inwardly groan, I try to keep my head down but I can’t.

He looks unnaturally handsome tonight with the low lighting. His platinum ringlets are pulled back in a messy manor probably making every female secretly throw their panties at him. How could such an alfa-male warrior have such glorious hair? Because he a God, that’s why. He’s probably the real Apollo the Greeks wrote about. I can’t believe that creature kissed me the other day. Then a thought occurred, maybe I imagined the whole thing? I start to panic, hoping I’m not that infatuated I could do such a thing. I am carrying wine and I am filling up glasses until I get to him and hold my breath.

He is talking to a man sitting to his right seeming to be in a deep conversation, the candle light flickering over his muscled forearms. His tan skin looks rich and smooth, thick veins grace his taut skin. My hands are shaking as I fill up his half-full goblet. Don’t mess up and please don’t breathe, be still my heart. I do it, the glass is full without a single drop spilt on the silver table cloth.

As I stand up straight his hand snatches my wrist, preventing me from standing fully.

I gasp.

His dark gaze meets mine and I am lost, everything falls away.

Apollo pulls me closer. “Tell me,” he speaks in my ear in that accent that turns me into a wild animal. “What if there’s nothing on the menu I am interested in?”

I take a harsh breath. “I-I can talk to the cook,” I whisper.

“No good, I doubt they have what I’m looking for,” he murmurs, his thumb moving over the pulse in my wrist.

I glance up and see that no one is paying attention to us, drunken laughter piecing the air. “Then I’m sorry your Grace, but I’m not sure what you want.”

He clicks his tongue and licks his bottom lip. “I think you do and I want it now.”

I feel lightheaded and note that he appears to be a bit drunk with his heavy-lidded allure. “I don’t,” I lie. I cannot believe he is coming onto me, in front of everyone. I am just glad the lights are down low and the wine flows like water here. I don’t need to be accused of being a tart by the Headmaster and whipped later.


“You’re going to cause a scene,” I desperately say. “Stop.”

He frowns and tilts his head looking adorable. “I believe you’re the first female to tell me that.”

I whisper close to his ear with a grin making him tighten his grip on me. “I glad I am your first for something, now dry your eyes.” I rise to leave before we start gaining looks.

He jerks me back down. “I want you.”

I suck in a quick breath not knowing what to say to something like that.


My stomach flips and I feel dizzy. “Why.”

“Because I can think of nothing else and it’s driving me half mad,” he hisses in my neck and pulls me closer. “I want to lick every inch of your body until you scream my name. I want you in every way possible,” he confesses with an erotic glimmer in his black gaze.

I can say nothing.

My brain misfiring.

Crash and burn.

Someone calls for Apollo making him loosen his grip on me. I yank my wrist free and speed away, face hot as lava and extremely bothered. I almost trip but right as I raise my eyes they clash with Laura’s.

She saw the whole conversation with me and Apollo.

Laura raises a brow and sips her wine, smiling into it. I don’t like that look and I lower my head and keep going. Somehow I make it to the bottom and stand in line with the others, waiting for anyone who needs a refill. I think I black out, actually, because an hour passes that feels like a minute. Voices sound far away.

Apollo wants me.

Like, bad.

The amount of desire in his gaze scares me, it is exhilarating.

Mort is suddenly beside me and is jabbing me in the side. “This is not good.”

I shake my head and look up with a frown. The King of Galleon, my fairytale father, is toasting to Laura who is standing and Apollo who is also standing. I’m confused. The king is talking and I am trying to follow the conversation.

An engagement announcement.

I frown in confusion.

Apollo just offered to do very bad things to me knowing he is to be engaged tonight. Pain erupts through me confirming my worst fears. I am nothing more than a s*x object to him. Slam bam, thank you mam. I’m nothing more than a wh*re to him, a **** he can have fun with until he is married to Laura.

Laura wins.

Fairy Godmother wins.

I should just back down and let it happen. I swallow the lump in my throat and will the tears away, I’m such a silly girl. “Does that mean Fairy Godmother wins?”

Mort barely looks at me. “If it’s true love.”

“She wins,” I murmur.

“That’s noble of you but he does not look at her like he does you.”

I nod. “That’s only because he wants to bang me then leave me.” I look up and see them seated together now, Laura whispering something in his ear. Probably loving the way he smells, the rock hard arm she is hanging onto. Apollo is looking down and nodding to something she is saying, an expression that is hard to read. He looks up then and his gaze finds mine.

I would like to think my glare I gave him yells a thousand words at him. I hate you. You P*ick. I am not a wh*re. How dare you tell me those things when you’re engaged? I am declining your invitation for tonight ******.

But now that I think about it, I still need to expose Queen Irena, or I fear the evil will not heal like it should. Laura can still have Apollo, the jerk, because he is dead to me. Even if my lady parts disagree. It’s not up them anyway.

Laura spills her wine glass making a loud shattering sound. She looks shocked then points to me, as if it is a random picking, to clean it. I feel my back being nudged and I walk forward feeling humiliated. I keep my head down as I stand before them both, kneeling before them to clean up the mess. It looks innocent enough but Laura just started something with me that she will regret.

I glance up and our gazes clash.

I ignore Apollo’s intent stare which is hard, I don’t want to see his pathetic reasoning for choosing Laura. So what if it will bring your kingdoms peace, I could care less right now. Laura and I share a little special bond that moment, and I hope she read this loud and clear.

It’s on ****.

I am going to make it hurt.

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