Lights, Camera and Love

Seduction

WARNING: This chapter contains a bit of graphic sexual contents.

HERE IT GOES:

Knock, knock, knock.

Nothing.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Still, nothing. It was seven o'clock in the evening. I was hoping I can get the night's rest as early as possible. I guess it's not probable anymore.

Thud! Bam! Thud! Bang!

The door flew open and there I saw him. Erin was wearing my bathrobe and his face is colored deep pink. Beads of sweat were coming from his forehead down to his nose. I looked at him suspiciously and eyed him from head to toe. He was a hunk, but that never diverted my thoughts that something was totally wrong in that scene.

I quickly went inside and searched through something that might give me a clue that my guess was true. I went into the living room and found chips scattered from the sofa down on the floor. There was something that was right next to the empty bag of chips. Aha!

"What the hell is this?" I held the lingerie between my thumb and index finger. My eyes were locked to Erin as I waited for his answer. Then I added, "Is this what I think it is? And why the hell are you wearing my bathrobe?"

"Uhh," was all he said.

I threw the huge black bra in the trash can and went into my room. Nothing changed there. The area was as tidy as I left it. Erin followed along as I searched through the house. My instincts told me that I should go to the guest room. Evidently, he was restless when I decided to go in his room. "So, you came home early," he scratched his head and continued, "You should have given me a heads up at least."

I kicked the door open and found the room empty. The bed sheet was half lying on the floor. There was a red stain on the white cotton sheet that was completely noticeable.

"Uhh, Liz. I'll do the laundry and the cleaning tomorrow to make up for the mess. Don't get mad, please? I know that you know what I did, but there is no need to get angry about it. Can we please –," he stopped as I opened his bathroom door. There I saw a person I never recall seeing before. The girl was only wearing a white shirt and was sitting on the toilet lid. She looked at me with big wide eyes and said, "I'm really sorry for the trouble. I-I really need to head home, sorry" The half naked girl took the remains of her clothing and quickly left the room.

As I turned around to face Erin, he quickly averted my gaze. His face was back to its original color but was still drenched in sweat. He then looked apologetically at me and said, "I didn't know you were coming home early. I know you specifically told me to not bring any girls in here for a one night stand, but it wasn't supposed to happen either. Lena is my friend. She came here to search for some comfort since she just broke up with her boyfriend. She was crying and I hugged her, then she started kissing me and I don't know what happened next. I didn't know she was still a virgin so that explains the blood on the bed sheet." He was gasping for air as he said those words in one breath.

Walking out of the room, I yelled, "You know, I let you live here just because it lessens my expenses on everything in this house! Is this some kind of motel to you? Your explanation doesn't mean anything to me. You still obliged to get in that girl's pants when she insisted you do it! How old is she? Fourteen? Have you lost your mind? You got me mad on the wrong time here, Erin!"

"Is it the time of the month, Liz?" He asked holding a wide smile on his face.

I threw the throw pillow at him which he swiftly caught with his right hand. I felt my face go red again as I attempted to punch him in the face. "No, it's not THAT time of the month! I still can't find a suitable job and this is what I get as soon as I get home. You just moved here last night! I'm very frustrated!" Erin caught my hand with ease and pulled me towards him.

"You are so cute when you get mad, Liz," he whispered. I was now locked in his arms and inches away from his sweaty face. My face felt hotter than usual as we stared at each other's eyes. His eyes looked at me with such passion that I completely lost it. I then felt something move below and abruptly released myself from his clutches.

"You are unbelievable!" I yelled and ran into my room. He attempted to follow me but I slammed the door on his face and heard him curse loudly.

He then knocked at my door and tried to open the locked door. "Sorry! I just got carried away. It's not my fault if 'it' moved. It just reacts that way when I'm very close to a girl. Come on, Liz. Can you please hear me out here? Open the door or I'll knock it down myself," he dared. I got up from my bed and unlocked the door.

He was still wearing my bathrobe and looked at me with such apologetic eyes. "Erin, this is not a good idea. Pack your things and get out of here, now!"

"Liz, I'll make it up to you. Just don't throw me out to sleep on the streets, please?" he begged and got on his knees for forgiveness.

"You're over reacting, Erin. Can you just please go? You've only been here for less than a day and you're getting on my nerves already. Would you also please remove my bathrobe and wash it? I'd hate to smell your smelly sweat on it." He got up and tried to remove the robe from his body.

"Don't do it in front of me, you idiot!" I quickly turned away and felt his hand touch my shoulders. He whispered something to me that I didn't quite understand.

"What?" I asked. His voice was muffled and the words didn't sound quite right. I turned to look at him but he was gone. The bathrobe was on the floor next to my feet. Feeling sickened, I then shut my door and thought of what happened tonight.

I admit that I felt jealous of the girl he was in bed with. A part of me wanted him to touch and kiss me like he did with other girls. I brushed the thought and remembered something from two years ago.

My virginity is not a question anymore. My first boyfriend had me two years ago. I was curious at that time and I willingly let him have sex with me after the school dance. The feeling was painful at first. I cried through the pain on his first attempt. After a few push and pulls, I felt as though my body was convulsing at the amazing sensation I felt at that time.

We broke up after a week because I declined his request for us to have sex again. I realized on that day that most men only crave for sex, not love. That was also the time that I understood thoroughly that men and women only connect through sex, sex, and more sex. Love is nothing but a weakness, something that can distract you from reality.

I heard a knock on the door that made me jump to my feet. "What do you want?"

"Liz, I know you haven't eaten yet, so I made dinner tonight. If you don't want to join me, I'll just save some for you and you can heat it up in the microwave later." I didn't respond and waited for him to be away from the door.

My stomach is cursing at me now. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast. Erin is a good cook, and it was a good thing because I was getting tired of the food in the convenience store. My talent for cooking doesn't meet the skills of a ten year old. Maybe a few more months with him can't hurt. Although the seductive side of him does make me attracted to him, his personality towards other girls at the moment makes me sick.

A few hours had past, almost midnight. I left my room and went to the kitchen. I saw a note on the dinning table with the food Erin left for me.

'Eat well. I'm sorry. Don't stress yourself too much, my little movie maker.'

I hesitated throwing the paper away. The word 'little' annoyed me though. Since when does he think that I'm his? I felt disgusted at the thought that I liked being called like that. Nobody owns me, and nobody will.