Rent a christian boyfriend

He was so cynical

My dad was hosting his charity event, in organization with the Eastwood central Hospital as he always did each year. I had already gotten a dress, I was already ready. This was the event I had especially came for. I looked forward to it, I always did because for a full night I would feel like a Princess and at Twenty-five I still loved playing dress up with my mom and Laura. It was always fun, getting our nails done, face-beat and all the fun stuff but this would be more fun because Eric was around. It excited me, he excited me.

We had been spending a lot of time together. He went to buy tampons with me at six am, he went with me practically everywhere. He absolutely acted like we were attached from hip to hip. He was right about trying to be nicer to me, he had been trying to filter his horrible case of verbal diarrhea but he had no idea that it was in those moments that I somehow fell in-love with him. I would admit that I was in-love with him to myself and Laura because being in denial was absolute torture and I couldn't do it. I would never ever admit it to him though, first because he was here temporarily; I would get over it. Secondly because he could never return any if those feelings, it was obvious... this was just a job to him and he wanted-

No needed the money.

He was obviously getting other benefits out of it. He made me feel nervous at times, sometimes I would catch him staring and he wouldn't look away. It scared me, how bold he was. It was within the moments where he would laugh showing off his pearly whites.

"Eric?" I called making him turn to look at me.

"Yes, milady." I didn't know if he was mocking me or what? But he was starting to do this often.

"Did you ever wear braces as a kid?" I asked. We were currently seated in my room, he had my MacBook playing me what he said were his favorite songs. The likes of the neighborhood, I found a lot of similarities between him and the lead singer Jesse Rutherford. The height, the tattoos, the jet black hair even though he had a different hairstyle as of now. The neighborhood, daddy issues was currently playing.

It was soothing.

I couldn't relate to the lyrics of having an absent father but I understood why he loved and found comfort in listening to it.

"Nope, I would never be caught dead wearing braces besides it's not like I could afford them." He replied not paying attention because he was braiding and unbraiding my hair. He acted like I was his life sized doll, I didn't mind.

"Your teeth are just too perfect." I said like a weirdo like who goes around looking and inspecting people's teeth.

He chuckled, showing them off.

"I gotta give God the credit then.." he shrugged laying a chaste kiss on my neck. The YouTube shuffle immediately played another song and it was safe to say I liked this song more so I pulled away from his embrace to have a look at the name of the song.

"Okay, I think this is already my favorite." I told him.

"RIP 2 my youth, one of my favorites as well. If I could meet the lead singer, I would tell him how much his music helped me throughout a lot." He let out a chuckle. He always wanted to make everything a banter even when it wasn't.

A small smile formed on my lips.

Eric would be twenty-six soon and I knew exactly what I would get him for his birthday. He deserved this, I wanted to see him happy and I didn't care how much it cost. I would literally pay so much just to have him give me his full blown out smile.

"Like?" I asked for him to continue as I laid back in his embrace. He wrapped his arms around me, making this whole two people sleeping on a single bed work.

"Like when my Marino passed away. His family contacted me to come to his funeral. He was absent in my life, he had abandoned me while he was still alive. Why would I want to come to his funeral but above anything he killed my mother." He let out and I listened carefully.

'Close my eyes, cross my arms.

Put me in the dirt let me dream with the stars.

Throw me in a box with the oxygen off, when I can't breathe I won't ask you to stop.'

The song played on.

"He killed her?" I turned to look at him.

"Not in that way but he did practically kill her." He said softly, I could feel the hurt in his voice. I was glad that it was a tad bit easier for him to open up to me now.

"Did you go?" I asked diverting the conversation.

"No, never! I would never waste any money that I had on a stupid plane ticket to Spain. I hate that country, that's one place I will never go to." He breathed out.

"It's actually a very beautiful country." I replied playing with the hem of his white T-shirt and tracing his tattoos.

"I still hate it."

"Because of him.." I added like it was the most obvious thing.

"It's whatever, I don't care." He rubbed it off but I knew it meant a lot more than he would like to say.

"Like the money he left me, I haven't even touched a dime." He added.

"Why not? You said you really needed the money though.."

"Not money from him."

"Pride will kill you, Eric." I said making him roll his eyes at me.

"Let it kill me before I can accept anything from him. His son practically hates me because his own father didn't leave him anything. I have told the lawyer time and again that I didn't want it and they could give his rightful son all the property and money but he still says it's impossible. Apparently that wanker knew that I would refuse the money so he put a clause that if I didn't accept the money, it should be kept for when I decide to reproduce.." Eric let out a dry laugh. "Reproduce? He is out of his f*****g mind. Do I look like I'm selfish enough to bring an innocent soul into this cold ugly world. Not and never happening."

"You don't want kids?" I asked but I already knew the answer.

"Wait do you?" He questioned and I shyly nodded.

"I want twins so I just deal with the pain once and for all but unfortunately there isn't any twins gene in my family." I said still fumbling with his shirt. To tell the truth, I wanted it off and him on top of me and us intertwined in every possible way.

"Oh nice." He said bluntly. "Well I wish you well, I know any man would be lucky to want have you and much more lucky to have kids with you. Hopefully they inherit that good heart of yours." He said in what for the first time seemed like a genuine comment not mocking or sarcastic.

My heart whimpered, I wanted him to be that man.

"Thanks." I didn't know what to say.

"Yeah well, Leo. I have got to go get ready for this gala. Your dad said around four I need to go pick up our tuxedos."

"Look at you guys bonding.." I chuckled.

"Yeah, He is the father I never had honestly." Eric let out a genuine smile. As he stood up letting me go. I felt cold. I was happy, that he fit right into my family and that for a moment he was happy.

"Sweet." I said mesmerized.

He then bent down to give me a kiss on my temple, it was soft and sweet.

"Yeah well stop being a distraction, I need to go." He smirked going out the door and not waiting for my reply. I just bit my bottom lip because I couldn't stop smiling.

He was finally slowly letting me in.

Shaking my thoughts away. I had grabbed my MacBook and went to search for 'The Neighborhood shows.' Luckily they were currently on tour for their previously released album and they were pretty much playing at a whole lot of places near Eastwood Valley. The advantage of staying in Los Angeles, almost every artist played here. It was always part of any tour list.

Booking two VIP tickets for the fifth of July. It was close enough since his birthday was the Fourth of July and guess what? He deserved to be happy, I didn't care if I wasn't but I just wanted him to be happy and always giving me that quirky smile I adored.

Eric Michelson was the love, I could only love from afar.

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