The secret project has commenced
No longer to be referred to as the secret project, for info on this book look under the tag Bastard King.
I'm going to break your sweet little heart.
Demetrius James R. was the sort of boy who deserved to be hit by a bus. A big ass fucking bus. He was terrible, really, he was mean to children and women and dogs, he didn’t fucking signal at intersection or obey basic traffic laws, he never worked for anything in his life, he killed people, he never put the fucking toilet seat down. He was a bastard, son of bastards, king of the bastards. Also, he killed me.
I don’t blame him, to be honest, it’s not his fault he is the way he is. Well I mean, it kind of is, but not really its like blaming beta fish for killing each other. They were just made that way. I should probably start at some point near the beginning, shouldn’t I? just to keep from confusing you.
I guess it started when Demitri’s best friend developed a goddamn massive crush on him. I guess that’s as good a place to start as any. When I say massive I think you might misunderstand me, or think I'm exaggerating, I am not. I swear on our holy mother. No one could stand being around Demitri as much as Ari could without a crush the size of Africa to block out all of his nastier qualities.
Ari really didn’t deserve that crush, which must have been a cruel act of god because Ari was the kindest, gentlest, sweetest soul you could ever meet. He put money in tip jars for heavens sake, he paid forward, he had a rescued three legged pit-bull named Boris that he had stolen from an animal control vehicle before he could be euthanized. I think that was the one sin ari ever committed, after, you know, lust or whatever. Really Ari’s crush on Demitri was his one true flaw.
Demitri didn’t deserve Ari’s friendship, let alone his love, we have already established that Demitri was a bastard. To make things worse Demitri was an oblivious bastard. He had no fucking idea that his best friend wanted to make sweet sultry love to him. Well plenty of people don’t, but he killed me, so I get to call him oblivious and a bastard like he was the first man in history to be both. I don’t know when ari’s crush first started, maybe it was that day he ended up at Demitri’s house soaked through and shivering because he couldn’t stand to be in his house one more fucking second. Demitri had opened the door in drawstring sweats and nothing else. Demitri may have been a bastard but he looked like an archangel. He had that thing all attractive people have, that sort of ‘I know it’ charisma that makes you want to punch them and take all their cloths off real fast. That also might have been due to the fact that Demitri was half incubus. Given that and the fact that he would have been a goddamn model even if he hadn’t been a mythological seduction machine Demetrius J. was sex on legs. Really, really nice legs, and he knew it. he knew exactly what he did to people and that made it somehow worse. But this isn’t about his sexy bod, or his sexy arms, well maybe a bit about his sexy arms.
But god do I hate writing Dimitri can you tell? Can you feel the hatred seething off of me. If anyone is interested in CP lemme know. ~ love and cuddles yours truly
