Putting aside the thick conversation between the devil and I, the food here is better than most restaurants I’ve eaten at in my life and I take a moment to close my eyes and feel the creamy, fluffy scrambled eggs melt on my tongue.
“This is orgasmic,” I moan and scoop another forkful into my mouth, feeling the heat of the devil's stare on me, which I try to ignore along with the tightening of my chest. Italy, I'm going to Italy with a man I despise and also for more than a week. What could possibly go wrong?
“Orgasmic, huh?” Hercules says and licks his lips that turn into a smirk. “Do you like the eggs better than my-“
“Oh my god, Hercules there are people around,” I cut him off quickly with wide eyes and quickly scan the room to see if anyone is looking at us in a strange way. Hercu
