Eros

10. Home

When the morning came, Eros left before the sunrise. Yes, Landon did tell her that it was all in that last but reality was reality. She was still going to see him on top of her, the dreams had haunted her the night before. It did. She couldn't get the scene out of her head and that only intensified the guilt. She was still going to talk to Avani and all but she wasn't going to stay in the same space with them. She was glad, she had met them. Grateful that they took her in as their own.

She drove so fast into her mansion and stepped out. The new car sitting outside their house had her questioning if her parents got back or something. She took a deep breath and hurried inside through the backdoor. She changed into her pajamas and came right out.

She was right. They were back and they were talking to someone.

"There she is," her mother trailed off glancing down her choice of clothes. It wasn't even 12pm so there was no offense wearing her comfy clothes.

The stranger with broad shoulders clad in a suit turned around. Eros's eyes widened momentarily before she cleared her throat.

"James," she muttered under her breath. What was he doing here?. She questioned.

" James meet Eros, my daughter." James swallowed hard. Eros's father and mother were oblivious to the tension and awkwardness.

" Eros meet your uncle. Your mother's stepbrother. He just moved in. " Eros's stomach crumbled. He was her mother's stepbrother. They never talked about the extended family. But Eros did know her mother didn't have a brother much less a stepbrother. It was too much to digest.

" It's, great to meet you," she trailed off giving him her hand. James was red and so was Eros.

" Same here, Eros." He refused to meet her gaze. Eros bit the corner of her lip.

" James!, Don't mind her choice of clothes. She can be a little clumsy." Her mother shot her a pointed look. Eros smirked. If only she knew she fucked him a few days ago.

" We'll be right back, Eros keep him company," Eros mother gripped her arm discreetly.

" Behave." She snarled and let go. Eros smirked. They always put her in a position where she was bound to misbehave but she was still healing from yesterday's trauma, she wasn't going to do anything, bad...

" Hello Uncle Neighbor." She closed the distance between them. James looked around nervously. Eros just smiled.

" I didn't know." James sighed.

" I didn't either but fuck it's awkward and like ew, I fucked my mother's stepbrother." Eros scrunched up her nose pretentiously.

" Stop it."

" Stop what?" James pulled her arm to his stomach, his eyes trained on her tiny frame.

" Stop getting on my nerves and making me do things I don't want to." He gritted out.

" Things you actually want to do but chicken out because you want to be perfect and let me remind you perfection is nothing but a facade." Eros pulled her arm from his.

He wasn't going to intimidate her. She wasn't going to let any man do what they did to her again. She was going to defend herself against their ego and pride.

" And yes don't worry about my parents finding out you allowed a little girl into your house only to fall for her charms. I don't have your time. Excuse me, I have other things to attend to Uncle."

She paused.

" Mind your business, stay out of mine and I'll do same."

She walked away. James lips parted in surprise. Eros was the definition of bold, confident and she wasn't going to take his shit. He was a one time fling and that didn't give him he right to dictate to her what she should do.

He was beyond impressed.

Once in her room Eros flipped her phone to read that a certain strange number was calling. She decided to call back.

" Hello, Eros here." She collapsed into her bed and stared at the plain ceiling.

" It's Zach." She sat up.

" Zach!" She exclaimed happily. She nearly forgot about him due to all the drama.

" I finally got to call you."

" I'm glad you actually called. It came at the right time."

" Would you like to grab coffee tomorrow morning?," Eros nodded.

" Why not!, you're paying!" Zach chuckled on the phone.

" So does this mean we're friends?," He asked meekly.

" We were friends the day I approached your table."

" I'll meet you at Caafe tomorrow, I have the weekend to myself."

" Of course. Of course." She smiled.

" I wanted to ask a favor," he trailed off.

" Go on," Eros sipped on a glass of water.

" Bring your friend along." Eros nearly spit out her water.

" Avani?,"

" So that's her name..," he whispered.

" Yes, I'll see if she comes along. Gotta go, see ya!" She hanged up and went to take her beauty sleep.

........,

A week later.

Meanwhile, Landon was peacefully sleeping when her presence. She was kissing him in his very weak spot. He groaned and grabbed her hands stopping her.

" It's too early," he said groggily. He sat up causing the blankets to drop to his stomach.

" You always love it when we do it early," Lesley tried to kiss him but he turned away from her.

" I'm not in the mood, Lesley. Let's do it some other time." He swung his legs off the bed and dug his hands into the bed before he walked into the bathroom, locking it behind him.

" What's wrong with me?," He questioned as he stared at his reflection. She was no longer coming around. Avani hardly spoke of her but he sometimes caught their conversations when he walked past her door.

" Why can't I stop thinking of her?" He washed his face and took deep breaths. She had made him a prisoner of her memories. Of that specific memory.

Lesley and him had made love but the way she clenched around him couldn't escape his imagination. Her warmth, her moans, her kisses.

" Get a grip of yourself, Landon. It was a one time thing. You did what you had to do." He stripped and stepped into the shower.

It triggered a memory of when he cleaned her. How her body felt against his fingers, how her lips quivered. He stared down at his growing erection.

Now his wife couldn't even get him this turned on over the past week. The mere thought of her got him excited.

" Fuck," he hissed as he touched himself. He threw his head back as imagined her. Her eyes, her sounds.

He looked at the bathroom door. His wife was right on the other side. Yet he was thinking of a girl he watched grow.

The very girl, he couldn't forget.

The girl that made him cum so hard, his fluid washed away by the shower.

The girl he was going to see.

He needed to know it she was fine.
Calling was easier but her phone was always switched off. Which meant she blocked him.