Building A Harem Of Supervilainesses... But First, I Have To Save Them Chapter 2: Ch 2: Melody!

Her beautiful, blue eyes peeped open, and she pulled the covers up with a yawn as she saw walking back in with the tray of food.

The food seed to wake her up, her eyes becoming clearer and a smile gracing her beautiful face.

"You didn’t have to do that for ."

"Nonsense. It was a great night, and I’m an early riser."

I gave her a warm smile, setting the tray down as she scooted up into a sitting position on the bed.

"I didn’t even hear you get up." She rubbed her eyes. "Sort of thought you’d be the type to slip out. I an, this was a no strings attached sort of thing, right?"

"Yeah, but that doesn’t an I don’t enjoy so morning cuddles."

Slipping back under the covers, I pressed up next to her, pulling the tray so it ran across both of our laps.

The night had definitely been about having a bit of fun and satisfying my needs, but I tried to at least be a gentleman.

I may not want to be with her forever, but breakfast didn’t bother as long as she didn’t get the wrong idea.

But it would help if I could rember her na.

I looked around the room, seeing if anything would jog my mory, but it stayed elusive.

If I had a shrink, they might theorize that I subconsciously pushed won away by doing sothing as simple as forgetting their nas.

And there might be sothing to it.

I hadn’t had a serious relationship since... well... since my powers had blossod that horrible night as a teenager.

Dark thoughts of that night threatened to rise back up in the dark corners of my mind, and I slamd them back down. I was not about to go down that deep, dark rabbit hole.

"Are you really not super, just enhanced?" She bit into the olet, moaning a little. "Because this is fucking amazing."

I smirked. "Yeah, just enhanced."

Enhanced was what we called those who had the super gene, but their level of powers weren’t quite ’super’.

It was also a blatant lie. "I think it makes life easier not being super."

My powers were a secret from the world, and only to keep that secret did I justify lying. Soone was only as good as their word.

She shrugged with a big smile on her face as she ate the breakfast and spared a few glances at the flower.

She leaned into , snuggling up. I’d ant it; I enjoyed a good snuggle.

But the look she was giving told she might develop more than short-term fling feelings. If she did, I’d have to stop seeing her casually. Which was a sha. She was one of the prettier ones lately and had been fantastic in bed.

"Not that my B grade powers are doing much good. I’m still stuck modeling in crummy comrcials." Her face beca a cute type of grumpy.

"You know, you could put on a cape with at least a C grade power. Sign up with the Bureau of Superheroes and save a few kittens, score so photo ops, and really launch your modeling career," I suggested.

redith—no, that wasn’t it either—frowned. "That doesn’t feel like what being a superhero is supposed to be."

I shrugged. "I just finished a comrcial with Miss Point City, and I can tell you that she didn’t put on a cape to save people. She did it for fa."

And Miss Point City was a bit of a bitch, but I politely left that out.

My date looked at in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah, people beco heroes for all sorts of reasons."

I speared a few more of the strawberries. So of them are not so valiant, but I kept that part to myself.

"Huh, I’ll have to think about it. But I have another topic." She paused. "How would you feel if we made this thing more regular?"

There was a sparkle of hope glimring in her eyes.

lody!

That was her na. I almost cheered but realized that would be poor timing given the topic she’d just led us into.

I looked down at her, trying to figure out how to let her down gently.

"Listen, lody—"

She took in my face and jumped in. "Fuck. Fuck. I’m sorry, forget I said that. We can just—"

I held up a hand to stop her. The damage was done.

"I get it. But I’m just not in a place where I’m ready for a commitnt like that."

I didn’t ntion that I hadn’t been ready for over twenty-five years.

lody shook her head, tossing her blonde hair. "Damn. Tell what girl ssed you up—I’ll go beat her up for all womankind. You were the perfect date last night."

I used the oldest excuse in the book. "I was just trying to get in your pants."

She hit with a pillow. "Bullshit. Zayn, do you realize how many guys have hit on ? You were genuinely the sweetest, most caring date I’ve ever had. That and then the sex? This food? I’d like to see anybody not fall for you."

lody was clearly frustrated, but she didn’t aim it at . She seed to aim it at the hypothetical woman who had broken my heart, even though that wasn’t what had caused to shut down.

Not wanting to get into it, I just took the excuse.

"I’m not a psychopath. Just not looking for commitnt," I tried to reason with her.

But I could still see the wheels spinning in her head, trying to figure out what was ’wrong’ with so that she could fix .

Damn, I never liked the ’fixer’ type of girl; they could get too close to the truth.

She was gorgeous, always dressed well and put together. I had hoped she’d be a little more focused on herself and less on .

It looked like it was ti to bail. And I had to admit that I was a little bumd. I’d been hoping this would last two or three dates before she had tried to make it more.

I looked over at the clock; it was seven, giving a perfect excuse.

"Look, I have to get to work."