It had been-
A week since I got acquainted to Eric Michelson. He was the most aggravating person I had ever came across in my life. Everything was going as planned, my parents had invited me to a cook out. I thought this would be the perfect time to introduce them to Eric. We were suppose to meet for lunch, he was an hour late when I decide I was about to leave. I would definitely find him in his suite playing stupid video games.
Eric Michelson was everything, I did not want in a boyfriend.
"Leo.." I heard someone grabbing a chair across me. Looking up, I saw Eric, hair wet... tight fitting shirt and lose jeans that fit his waist perfectly. I had come to realize, he just loved wearing boots... was it a London thing or it was an Eric thing.
"You're late."
"Thanks for emphasizing on that but I'm here now." He replied giving me a quick smile, it was genuine. My heart faltered a bit, he was actually smiling at me... not that I cared right..
"Are you always late for everything, Michelson?" I composed myself, I had ordered two glasses of water and another glass of grape juice while waiting for him and I was too stuffed to order anything. Not stuffed but more like I didn't have anymore space for anything more otherwise I would regurgitate everything.
"A very absurd habit, I picked up from school." He gave me another quick smile. He had a very beautiful smile, he was just handsome not that I would ever tell him because he acted as if he already knew. He smelled like aftershave cream, it was intoxicating.
Him sitting across me made me feel a bit nervous. He didn't seem to mind me as his eyes roamed around the fancy restaurant, I had picked. The waiter gave him the menu, he picked it up and frowned. When he walked into the restaurant, everyone turned to look, maybe because he didn't fit in or because he just always grabbed attention where ever he went.
"Well you need to quit it." I said pursing my lips. I didn't want him to catch me looking but he always did and whenever he did, he had this stupid habit of wiggling his eyebrows at me. I simply rolled my eyes at him.
"Do you know how many boots, I can buy at Gucci with our bill from this posh restaurant?" He said scanning the menu once more.
"I'm paying, aren't I?" I paused.
"Besides this is my father's favorite restaurant, I assumed he might bring us here soon enough and I wanted you to be acquainted."
"You think I can't use a fork and knife?" He raised a brow.
"I didn't say that!" I huffed.
"Well, Leo, I'm already well acquainted to places like these unless I'm dining with the Queen of England then don't ridicule me." He gave me a fake smile before rolling his eyes.
"I didn't mean to offend you." I said under my breath.
"Whatever!" He put his plump pink luscious lips in a thin line. I quickly looked away when he caught me staring at his lips.
"You're paying right?" He questioned and I nodded. "Well lets put that to good use.."
Seven dishes later, I knew this was a bad idea. I shouldn't have told him I was paying because he made it a point to milk my wallet dry. Not that he could because with my grandfathers trust fund money, I didn't even need a job or to be working for the next thirteen years.
"You're not going to order again!" I hissed under my breath. I called for the waiter who was here within a second and asked for the bill.
"How do you not get fat from the amount of food you take in? Don't think I didn't see your bill from the Mariston hotel this past week. I will take all this out on your rental charges." I told him but he only rolled his eyes and utterly ignore everything I had just said to him.
He smirked then gave me a smile, a blush went on my cheeks. That was until he winked... he wasn't doing this to me all along. I turned my head to see a group of four girls sat on the table behind me, they couldn't stop giggling. I really thought he was smiling at me? Who was I fooling he already loathed my presence. I had never been likable. Everyone always preferred to associate themselves with Laura Johnston my bestfriend.
Who had the heart of gold... not me the uptight upright friend.
Was this why Robbie left me? I wasn't tolerable. This sent me off the edge thinking about it. I put my spoon down and wiped my lips with a napkin. Chicken soup was the only thing I had ordered."You can just go sit with them.." I said bitterly, his eyes immediately lit up. What he did next shook me like an electric voltage. With his 6'1 height he towered over me as he went over to their table leaving me alone with his dirty drumsticks and messy half eaten ribs.
"Ladies." He said in his deep British accent which made the girls giggle.
"I'm Ricky."
It took a lot for me to not knock him on the floor and grab him by his boots and walk out of here dragging him. I smirked when when the waiter came to fetch the bill. I solemnly told the waiter that the gentleman over there had offered to pay our bill and the four girl's bill. The bill went up to $679.24 I smirked as I grabbed my purse leaving the restaurant with my head held high.I wouldn't let him step over me.
Surely not today.Surely not ever.—"Don't mutter a word to me, you harlot." Eric spat as he banged the door in my face. I'm assuming he got my little surprise from the restaurant. I wouldn't lie and say I didn't enjoy the seeing him miserable and upset. I had woken up excited to see his reaction. I was so busy enjoying the moment, I only realized he called me a harlot after he had closed the door.Thank goodness, I had an extra keycard. Since I was the one paying.Clicking the door open, I saw him..
Messy curls, shirtless and loose fitting jeans right below his hips. I gulped down a feeling of uneasiness. He had an impeccable strong built and never was i a fan of tattoos but at this moment I thought his tattoos looked like art and my curiosity wanted him to tell me about each and everyone of them.He glared at me before walking away, totally ignoring my presence.
"Ricky?" I called him by his nickname thinking just maybe that would lighten up the mood.
"Only my friends are allowed to call me that." He said as he cut his bacon and eggs before stuffing it in his mouth then chewing with his mouth open for me to see. It wasn't as disgusting as I thought it would be maybe because he was a rather good looking specimen with a disgusting attitude.
"I'm your girlfriend so I have a better privilege." I joked but he only stared at me as if I had said the dumbest thing in the world. He shook his head and turned to look at his plate.
"Anyways I will pay for your bill.. I was just joking-" I said feeling a tad bit bad about what I had done.
"It's alright, I offered to wash the dishes for the whole week in exchange for the bill." He said like he wasn't phased by anything. "I have two jobs now, lucky me."
"I'm so so sorry, Eric I didn't mean to-" he shook his head laughing hysterically. "Kidding, I told the girls that you were my nasty girlfriend who wanted to teach me a lesson and they paid for everything even took me out for drinks at a local club after showed me around LA for a bit. I guess you could say I have friends now. You and Laura aren't the only people I'm acquainted to here." He said in a corky tone, I just stared at him in disbelief.
"Oh alright then.. I just wanted to let you know that we're having lunch with my parents today at their house. They're hosting a cook out. Laura and Sam will be there and a few of my close relatives."
"Oh.." was the only thing he said.
"So..?" I questioned.
"So you're going to get out of my face and let me finish my breakfast." He pointed his fork towards me practically shooing me away which I found very offensive.
"Before I do, I just want to know what you're going to wear?" I said curiously.
He sighed.
"Text me the address, don't worry about how I will dress or how I will get there, this is my job and I take it very seriously no wonder I had a five star rating... Leo." He said slowly as if talking to a five year old."Mhm alright then. Keep your tattoos covered, remember your body is the temple of God and-"
"No lip-ring." He finished my sentence. "Now can I finish my breakfast in peace?"
"Here is a card, Incase you need to buy new clothes." I handed him a copy of my black unlimited MasterCard. It took a lot for me to decide to give him, I had just known him for less than a month and he could be a serial killer for all I know. At the same time, I didn't want him to embarrass me knowing that just by smelling his cologne, my family would know he wasn't of the upper crust.
"Are you sure?" He asked a bit taken a aback.
"Yeah, buy anything you need to. Living in Los Angeles isn't cheap and I can't always be there for you." I said softly.
Silence engulfed the tension between us."Thank you, Leo." He, for the first time gave me a genuine smile. I nodded because this was the first civilized conversation we had, had ever since our meeting.
"Sure." I waved before leaving. At least he was a grateful bastard and him calling me Leo was something I had gotten used to. No one ever called me that so it was very different and made me feel very giddy.
As I left, I thought about Eric. Did he drop out of school because the funds didn't allow him to continue? Did he drop out of school because he was dumb but he didn't seem dumb! Did he drop out of school because of lack of interest? When did his parents die? When he got into a car accident, how badly was he hurt? Does he have any siblings? What was growing up in England like for him? When did he get his very first tattoo? What are his dreams and aspirations?
I had so many questions, there was no denying he was a very interesting specimen.Eric Michelson was like no other.
-Chapter 3: He was so late I should have known not to trust Eric, he was late as it is. I couldn't describe how much I loathed this day and the company around me. I scanned through the people who were conversing in my parents huge backkyard. My father was hysterically laughing at something Mr. Johnston, Laura's father had said. My mother was right beside me and I had questions for her."You really just had to invite him.." I let out a sardonic laugh, my dear mother raised her head to look at me as if I had grown two heads. She had her brunette hair in a nice bob. It suited her like a hand in glove. My mother was very beautiful and didn't look a day over forty."Robbie is still family, Leona." She gave me a small smile before her eyes went over to where he stood with Brenda. She was holding the bag with the babies needs and etc. I pictured her falling in the swimming pool in my head but as much as I wanted to hate her, I could never. Brenda Williams was a nice person. She didn't deser
Everyone eventually left as it was almost sunset but to my surprise Robbie and his little family still stuck around. I didn't want him here, I didn't want his little family here as well and that thing- Let's just say Robbie knew me well, we had practically grown up together with my bestfriend Laura. He could always tell when I wasn't being myself and today I wasn't. We were best of friends before we started a relationship. Even though Eric played his part well... my dad seemed to love him but my mom was still very cautious of him. "Aren't you leaving? the baby must be tired." I faked a laugh at Brenda. I didn't know if she knew that I didn't like her but at the looks of it... if she knew she certainly played pretend well. "He isn't much of a trouble maker really.. he sleeps most of the time." Brenda gave me what looked like a genuine smile. "Do you want to hold him?"I panicked."No, it's alright." I quickly went to grab plates setting them on the table. Making myself busy avoiding.
Flickering my eyes open, my vision was still blurry. A blanket was pulled over my body, my hair- my hair was in my face. I never put my hair down even though whenever I did. I received so many compliments. There was an empty space beside me, it was a single bed; what did I expect? I smiled at the thought of yesterday... Eric was actually being nice to me. I stood up yawning like an animal, thank God he wasn't here to witness that. Why do you care so much? My subconscious mocked. This was going to far, I needed to stop. I thought to myself. I had a beautiful dream that Eric had been playing with my hair. He softly ran his fingers through it. It was a good feeling I thought to myself.Looking for a hair tie around, I immediately found one on my desk. I had a stack of those because my hair was always in a ponytail. It suited me best. My eyes then flickered to a diary looking journal that laid there. I didn't waste time opening it. I immediately cringed. - By twenty-five I should be m
Hey sugar tits. x I received a text and immediately knew who it was. Only one person called me sugar tits because he would always say he loved how perfect and perky they were. I didn't know if I should be happy that Robbie was finally giving me attention. I was also trying my level best not to have... thoughts about Eric even though, he was right next to me. Fuck guys!"Should I take any brand of milk?" Eric brought me out of my thoughts. We were running my parents errands, after having dropped off his luggage back home. We had to go to Walmart to buy a few things. "My dad is a little picky actually-" like replied. "Let's take the dairy farmers brand." I said immediately going back to my phone. This was something I had always wanted... Robbie's attention. "You better not be talking to that arsehole." Eric clicked his tongue pushing the trolley past me. Someone clearly wasn't in the mood. "And if I am?" I sassed away. "Then you're an imbecile and guess what? He will just continu
"You got a freaking tattoo wow Lee, I never thought I'd live to see that day.." Laura let out an exaggerated reaction. Everyone in Starbucks kept giving us looks. I was a bit embarrassed but I was used to it. Laura was sweet, just a tad bit loud. "Yeah with Eric.." I muttered my hand laid on my chin and a comfortable stance. "I figured, he was the only force that could have triggered this." She smiled widely, she seemed happier than I was. "Yeah... he really is something." I smiled."Are you-" she gasped. "In-love with Ricky?" "What?!" I gave her a scowl. "No no no.." She wiggled her eyes brows at me and I ended up laughing. She let it slide this time as she changed the subject. "Well tell me what you have been busy with?" I took a sip of my cappuccino, it was absolutely delight. My mind immediately drifted to Eric, I wondered what was he doing right now? It was getting harder and harder to be away from him. I didn't want to be this attached but I couldn't help it not with his c
Dinner was awkward.Well at least for me not knowing what plans Eric had for us tonight. At the back of my mind, I had to tell myself... he couldn't have been joking. He always loves getting a reaction out of me. I was excited and nervous. Eric blended in with my family fast, he wasn't even a guest anymore judging by the way he talked and joked with my father about everything. This time he offered to do the dishes with my mother and I told them I was going to shower for a bit, I clearly didn't miss the wink he gave me. My father had to leave for his night shift at the hospital. He was a busy man, you could say but he always made time for his family. He was and is very passionate about his job and that I admired about him. On my way up the stairs, I heard my mom and Eric giggling when she said she wanted to show him my childhood photos. I groaned, could this get anymore embarrassing- I had a nice warm bath, where I shaved my legs and my gem. I wasn't expecting anything but I just wa
Knock knock knock Knock knock Knock! "Eric dear, it is Sunday and we better prepare for church. I just need to wake up my heavy sleeping daughter." I heard my mom's voice echo from the passage. At first I thought I was dreaming until it dawned onto to me how much shit I was in. I quickly woke Eric up, I was sleeping on his chest. He was sleeping soundly but it was the wrong time to day dream. "Mrs. Winters, I will be right down." Eric yelled staying stagnant in bed pulling me close to his chest. He didn't seem to be in knock mode like I was. "I'd like to wake Leona up myself, there is something I'd like to tell her." He added. I giggled, he then kissed my forehead pulling me close. "Oh alright dear. Make it snappy alright. Church is starts at eight and ends at twelve. Be sure to wear appropriately, I want to introduce you to our close relatives." I felt like telling her, alright mom now is the time you walk away and continue with your day. "Eric?" She called again. "Yes, Mrs-
"Oh my word, Leona is that you... lost all the baby fat huh?" Addie came to give me a hug, I felt so awkward. She just loved teasing me but I had grown accustomed to it. In a way she was the older sister I never had. Her hair was back to blonde and she wore a nice... appropriate dress. It was all a shocker.She looked like a totally different person. "Hi, Mrs Kurt Cobain." I teased her back. "Oh please, don't make Jeremy here jealous." She said giving her fiancé a quick smile. It was cute. The man who stood beside her, had brown hair and a bit of beard. I never understood this trend of thinking men with beard were sexy. I just didn't find it appealing.. "I would literally walk you down the isle and give you to Kurt Cobain, freaking legend." He said in a deep Texas accent. I now understood why they understood each other. Addie had a huge obsession with Nirvana and Kurt Cobain even though he had passed away way back. She just loved him so much. On her eighteenth birthday Laura and I