Chapter 2

• ~Zeus~
• I can’t believe I have to come in this early. I wanted to sleep in a little because I needed sleep after the orgy I had last night. Those ladies had me working overtime. Not to boast, but I beat my record for most orgasms given in an hour. Personal best, but damn, can’t a guy get some rest around here?
• I pay Trevor to take care of these things, and he always figures out some way for me to have to work. Doesn’t he realize I’m the boss? I get we have a hurricane to worry about, but shouldn’t I be able to enjoy my golden years in peace? I should be at home kicking that last chick from the bar out of my bed. The rest of them left last night, but one of them stayed for some extra kink action. She was a wild one.
• My maid told me it would be rude to wake her, considering I had her tied to my bed most of the night. I didn’t hear the woman complaining about sleep when I was banging her so hard my headboard broke.
• Damn it. I can’t forget that I need to order a new bed. That’s the second one I’ve broken this month. Maybe I should order more of those condom things, too. Those seem to be a human girl thing they like. Maybe it’s a kink or something? Trevor seems to think they’re important and keeps bugging me about keeping them handy.
• The reason I can’t get any sleep is that human women got word I like sex and that I’m a god in the sky and bed. They can’t keep their hands off me, and when I enter a club, all the guys get butthurt over the fact this old man is taking all their chicks. If they have such a problem with it, maybe they need to try harder to please their women. One thing I’ve learned from being here, human women like sex, too. So why not give them what they want?
• Walking to the large window that overlooks my airline empire, I notice we have grounded too many flights. I hate to admit it, and I’ll take it to my grave before telling him, but Trevor was right. We need to inspect this hurricane closely because something’s off. This isn’t normal earth wind patterns. It picked up speed over the Atlantic and it could be bad when it reaches landfall. It’s like an unruly child and is all over the place with wind currents.
• Turning back to my computer, I’ve been watching news reports since I got here. As much of an asshole as people think I am, I hate seeing fear in humans’ eyes. They’ve been instructing people to evacuate, but I’m worried there’s not enough time for that. I don’t want to disappoint anyone, but I’m not sure Poseidon and I have enough power left between us to stop this one. I just wish those old hags would let us have a break from this curse just for one day.
• Dropping back in my leather chair, I scroll through social media. There I find terrifying messages with requests from local beachgoer’s families, begging me for help. The visions of the chaos that broke out are heartbreaking.
• In my day, I have to admit that I ruled with an iron fist, but I cared for my people. Especially when they needed me. Unlike the gods of other lands, Greece was my people, and I cared for them as my extended family. Now, I’m asked to help Americans and I don’t even know much about this place. At least I’ll get a little vacation break when I head to Florida later today to check on the ocean tides and wind patterns.
• Anyway, I need to get my mind off this mess. I wonder if that cute little intern wants to join me for a morning quickie.
• Hitting the intercom to my secretary, I might as well get the day started. “Mrs. West, send in my intern. Tell her to bring some coffee and some of those raspberry Danishes I like. I haven't had breakfast yet. Tell her to bring some extra honey, too.”
• “Yes, sir, Mr. Thunder.”
• I chuckled a little. I needed a last name for my human life, and Thunder was the only thing I could think of in a flash. It’s a little redundant, but it works.
• Time to have some early morning fun.
• About twenty minutes later, my pants are around my knees, about to dive into some morning delight. I’m eating a raspberry breakfast Danish with one hand and spreading honey on this chick’s ass with the other.
• I love these Danish things. How did I never know about these?
• Leaning over to lick the sweet drizzle of honey that’s dripping down her ass cheek and across her tan line, I’m distracted by the sounds of voices in the hallway and… son of a bitch! The door swings open.
• “Zeus, your nine o’clock appointment is… shit!”
• The door slams back shut, and I hear arguing voices on the other side, muffled by the massive office door. The only thing I can make out is he told the person I’m indisposed, at the moment.
• Just as I’m about to lick another drop of honey off this girl’s ass, the door swings back open. I’m not stopping this time. I’m having my breakfast, and Trevor is just going to have to wait until I’m finished.
• “Zeus, sorry. I couldn’t stop her.”
• “Mr. Thunder! What is the meaning of this?”
• I look over and see some old bitty scowling at me and I’m stopped in mid-lick, looking up at her like a kid caught with his hand in the candy jar.
• After one last lick, while keeping my eyes on this nagging woman, I decided maybe I should stop. Slowly, I move the girl to stand and adjust my pants back around my waist. “Babe, why don’t you go clean yourself up in my private restroom? My morning appointment is here.”
• “Yes, Mr. Thunder. Whatever you want, sir.”
• The cute blonde grabs her clothes from the floor and shuffles away. A hint of embarrassment on her face makes her cheeks blush as she watches the old bat with big, dark-frame glasses and a tight bun in her hair who’s glaring at us. She’s probably wondering the same thing I am. Who is this crazy woman?
• “May I help you? You don’t just barge into my office like that. Do you know who I am? I don’t know what you do for a living, but I am damn sure you just lost your job, lady.”
• Sitting down at the chair across from my desk, she pulls papers from her briefcase and slaps them down in front of me while giving me a dirty look.
• I don’t like this chick. Who in Hades does she think she is?
• “Mr. Thunder, I’m Mrs. Walters. I’m with child protective services. I’m here on behalf of a woman you met when you arrived on Earth. From the looks of it, you’re not exactly who I would want to turn to in this situation. I can’t for the life of me picture why she asked that you be listed as next of kin.”
• Trevor stepped up, saying, “Mrs. Walters, I can assure you it’s in the best interest of everyone if Zeus is aware of what’s going on. Although he seems a tad crude, he’s responsible otherwise. He would want to do what’s best in the situation.”
• I looked up at him, confused as to why he was defending me.
• “What situation? What woman? I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I could use a little more information here, people. I may have been a god, but I can’t read people’s minds like that and don’t take prayer requests anymore. You’ll have to take that up with The God.”
• “Mr. Thunder, you, might want to take a look at this.”
• She handed over a photo of a woman I remember from when I first arrived. It was a flight attendant who was a sweet woman, and we dated for a bit. She showed me the ropes of human life. I haven’t seen her around here in almost a year now.
• “Do you remember this woman? Her name was—”
• “Sofia. A beautiful woman from Spain who used to work here. She was living in New York to be a model and was a flight attendant on the side until she made it big. Last I heard, she got a modeling gig somewhere.”
• Looking up at Trevor, the woman sighed. Something doesn’t feel right about this. “Unfortunately, that was no modeling gig. She was a victim of human trafficking. Mr. Thunder, may I call you Zeus?”
• “Yes, of course. Human trafficking? That’s when they sell humans into sex slavery, right? Is she okay?”
• Even though I may seem to have no respect for women, Sophia was special. She was a kind woman, and we hit it off so well that she took the time to help me adjust to this life. She was kind and understanding that was having a hard time after I learned my powers were failing. In the end, we were just friends with benefits. Sometimes I miss her smiling face and the way she laughed. I didn’t know it could be that way with a woman. In some ways, I guess I… no. I know. I cared for her.
• “That’s correct. I hate to be the one to inform you. Unfortunately, she was stabbed and left for dead in an abandoned building in New York City a few months ago. She lived long enough to give birth to her child, two months early. We call her Pearl.”