He was so torn
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Dinner was well just great, the tension didn't go unnoticed but we had to put on a show for my parents. That was the reason why my mom gave me the talk in kitchen. She went on and on about how relationships had their ups and downs and I shouldn't give up after one or two fights. I guess that's the exact thing my father was talking to Eric about near the pool. The only thing was, there was no relationship. I don't know why I felt the need to hire a fake boyfriend.
To make Robbie jealous!
To show Robbie you moved on.
To show your parents you're okay.
To show everyone in Eastwood valley that you weren't crying yourself to sleep because of Robert.
I went to my room straight after dinner, it was surprising how Eric had acted like I forced him to spend time with my family because he did it willingly. Playing chess with my dad near the pool side. He was just a liar, a filthy liar and I felt horrible for lying to my parents and leading them to believe he was the perfect boyfriend. It had even went as far as my parents not minding his tattoos, they always told me how they distasted them but with Eric they didn't seem to mind.
I spoke to Laura on the phone for a while just ranting everything out. She knew something was wrong but she couldn't exactly come over because she had to fetch Elishama from the airport. I didn't know what I had started this was all my fault... I started this web of lies.
Laura was comforting, she told me everything would be okay. There was only two months left and I would go back to New York and he would go back where-ever he came from. My bestfriend always have soothing advise. She told me it was clearly a mistake for me to fall for him. I wasn't going to just push away my feelings but I was going to try. For the second time... I got bullshitted by a guy again and this time, he wasn't even my boyfriend.
An actual boyfriend.
We talked a bit more before she had to hang up because Eli was here. I went to have a cold shower, I just.. I always found it much better to cry in the shower or rain. I won't deny the fact that I was hurt by his words. I should have known from the first time I met him that he would always be an ass and it was never going to change.
I tied my hair up and wrapped a towel around my body. Looking in the mirror, I saw the hickey's on my neck and below. I wondered just how long do these things last and when do they go away. I applied lotion and for a while just sat in my towel.
There was a soft knock on the door.
I knew who it was because believe it or not, I could always tell if it was my father knocking or my mother knocking and right now it was neither.
I didn't even say come in but he came in. Still in his leather jacket and black jeans. I guess he had just knocked off work which included pleasing my parents.
"Your dad beat me thrice." He chuckled closing the door behind him.
I just shook my head slowly.
"You really don't have to play with him if you don't want to." I shrugged my shoulders, my towel almost fell but I kept a tight grip.
"Yeah but I actually like playing chess." He said seating on my single bed. I didn't want to be close to him, I would lose control. I just wanted him far, from me.
"Uhm yeah so is there anything you want, I was about to go to sleep." I asked sternly.
"Yeah.. look I'm sorry." He paused. "I didn't mean to say the things that I said, I was just angry and I took it out on you."
"It's fine, I'm glad you did because we shouldn't have taken things too far... between us." I said looking at the walls instead of his face.
"You think so?" He questioned.
"Yeah, it was very unprofessional but now we should just do what we have to do for the remaining two months then we probably won't ever see each other again anyways.."
"Leo, I said I was sorry."
"I know and I said it was okay."
He seemed hurt but quickly recovered.
"I think this was a mistake... I could still pay you and the agency then we could just tell them you concluded the job. You really don't have to be here." I explained, he gave me an intense look before his eyes swooped over my whole body making me feel nervous.
"I want to finish this job." He smirked standing up towering over me with his height. "And you will give me that five star rating, I deserve."
"I doubt that." I laughed humorlessly.
"Oh yes you will." He added.
He kept coming closer and closer and it made me uncomfortable being in just a towel.
"You don't have to f**k me today or any other day. Please move away.." I tried pushing his hard chest away but he wouldn't budge until he had me backed up against the wall. I knew he could feel my hard n*****s over the towel.
"I want to." He concluded, my skin shivered.
"Eric, just stop being bipolar."
"I'm sorry Leona." He said in a low voice. "I don't think I will be able to stay away from you... not after you gave me a glimpse of heaven."
I didn't know how to respond to that.
"I don't know what you want from me."
"I don't know either.." he said in a defeated tone. "All I know is I want to be close to you."
I gulped down a feeling of hysteria, I didn't know what to do. Could I take advantage of this situation?
"What's bothering you Eric?" I wrapped my arms around his neck. He closed his eyes and kept them closed for a while.
"Just a lot of things, my life is so complicated at this point. I don't want you to get caught up in it." He said pulling me closer, it was so much as a whisper.
"Whenever you decide you want to talk, I'm here alright?"
He nodded.
"Now I need to go to sleep." I pulled away.
"Can I sleep here?" He pouted.
"No, this bed was made specifically for one person Eric."
"We could make it work.."
"No, you better go to your room." I smiled then looked away.
"You're really pushing me away.." he asked.
"It's what's best for me, you said you didn't want to hurt me so it's best if we keep a distance, that way you surely won't hurt me."
He only nodded then turned to leave. I felt somewhat sad but it needed to be done. I couldn't afford to be hurt again much less than a stranger.
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