He was so grateful
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"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.
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