Mr. Erik Destler (A Phantom Of The Opera Phanphic)

Chapter 29

I do not own PoTO. D:

Elyza

The next morning, I woke up refreshed. My heart began to race at the memory of Erik's lips against mine. As outlandish as it might have sounded, he was my first kiss. I blushed and rose from my bed, my black hair in messy, rare ringlets around my face. I smelled something heavenly. Blueberry muffins. I put on my glasses, wiped the evidence of sleep from my eyes, and walked to the bathroom. It was very large, matching the rest of the house. I stared at myself in the mirror. My lips were cracked from dehydration, my skin was pale, my hair was a mess, and frankly, I would never be good enough. I sighed, washed my face, combed through my messy hair, then I exited the bathroom. I did not expect anything to be inside the vanity drawers, but surprisingly, there were. Clothes of my style and tons of uniform clothes were there... That man blew my mind. I pulled out uniform clothes and held them against me after checking the sizes. They would fit perfectly. I felt myself grin. He was perfect. I checked the time on my phone which read, '6:02 AM'. I had tons of time. Liz-Marie was probably still asleep. I set the clothes on my bed before leaving the room. The aroma of muffins and coffee filled the house. I descended the stairs and walked to the dining room. I saw Erik, sipping a mug of coffee, grading quizzes last minute. A bitten muffin sat on a small plate in front of him. He was dressed in a dark purple button-down, buttoned up to the collar, and his navy-blue tie rested untied around his neck, one side was hanging lower than the other. It was sexy and I found myself strangely aroused... Suddenly, he looked up at me and set his pen and coffee mug down. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" I smiled. "Good morning, Erik. Yes, thank you. I did sleep well. And you?" He nodded. "I suppose... There are muffins for breakfast. I've made enough coffee for you, assuming you drink it." I nodded and helped myself to the plate, I hadn't even noticed, of large muffins on the table. I walked into the kitchen, took a canteen from the cupboard, filled it with ice, then I poured myself a cup of coffee, adding what I wanted to it. After that, I picked my muffin up from the counter, then walked back into the dining room to sit across from Erik. He was chewing and had a crease in his brow as if he were angry, staring down at the papers again. I saw him scribble a zero at the top of the paper. He sighed and looked up at me. I was watching him while eating my muffin. I was still turned on by his sexy attire and then, I didn't really care about innocence. I wanted him. His eyes gazed into mine and he smirked lightly as if he were humoured. "Is Liz-Marie awake?" I shook my head. "I haven't checked, but she's not an early riser, so, I guess not." He nodded. "Wake her please. I expect both of you to eat every morning before you leave. Plus, I would like to be at work at a reasonable time." I nodded and jested, "yes, your majesty." I stood and went to wake my younger sister, finishing the last of muffin.