Eros: Blurred Lines One Shot

Jessica

It's official, I grew a phobia for get together involving my friends.

I've been staring at Chase and Sofia's house long enough to burn it down to ashes if my eyes could shoot fire. My car was parked right around the corner of the street. I have a good view of my best friend's two-story mansion, its well-manicured lawn and the cars lining the sidewalk.

There's Georgia's sedan, Rafael's Renegade, Leo's SUV, Derek's truck and Mile's motorcycle. Everyone was already in attendance, including that annoying asshat, Eros Alves. His shiny red Camaro was a warning signal for me to stop and turn around, compose a three-page apology letter for missing Sofia's birthday party because I knew I would be under so much stress seeing that infuriating man again.

The celebration started before sun down. It's already night time and my dm was flooded with Sofia's threat of making a public post about my first kiss. She'd forgive me, I know she would, but why am I allowing Eros to have a hold on my life this way?

I don't know why he despised my presence so much, always wearing that scowl every time we crossed paths. I did nothing to him as far as I recall, except that I instantly felt an intense attraction to him the first time I saw him. And trust me, I hate myself for feeling that attraction in the first place.

So in turn, I hated him more.

If anyone would make me choose between breathing the same air as Eros or walking in a field of mines, I would choose the latter.

I even killed him ten times over in my head. Imagining him burning alive, drowning in his own blood with hundreds of bullet wounds in his chest was fun at first, until I realized I was giving him so much time and effort he didn't deserve.

I hate him. I hate his annoying sexy ass.

Pursing my lips, I pulled a huge breath in and gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. Blowing air through my nose, I pressed my foot on the gas and parked just right behind Eros' Camaro. I so badly wanted to scratch his car, but he'd probably drain my savings for the repaint just to get even.

'I can do this... for Sofia.' I grabbed my purse, and the balloon printed gift bag for Sophia and slid out of my car, the cool Pinehills spring air caressing my skin.

Pressing the doorbell, Sofia opened the door for me with a scowl. "And you're three hours late because?"

She tried to look taunting. Emphasis on tried. Her blue eyes took me in, red-coated lips pursed on a hardline and a cute little crease was present on her forehead. She looked adorable in her baby blue mini dress, her five-month baby bump protruding, getting trapped between us as I forcefully invaded her personal space, hugging her tightly.

"Sorry-"

"Uh-uh," she shakes her head. "I know you won't choose work over my birthday, so save it. I want the truth."

I knew I can't hide the truth from her forever. I missed Julian's birthday already, which Sofia knew I wouldn't miss for the world.

Chase calling out Sofia's name saved me from her further cross-examination.

"I'll tell you later, I promise," I said honestly. I needed to tell someone about my obsession with planning Eros' funeral in my free time, anyway. Maybe that would keep me sane around that man.

"Later." Sofia said finally, narrowing her eyes at me.

"Promise." My smile was dazzling. Sofia rolled her eyes, linking her arm with mine as she dragged me inside their mansion and closed the door behind us.

"The kids are already asleep," she informed me, stirring me through their living room out the French door by the kitchen, leading to the poolside where everyone was gathered. "And we are playing truth or dare."