Chapter2

I wake the next morning to someone banging on my door. I'm surprised that I actually slept through the afternoon and night. I usually have a really hard time sleeping. I either don't sleep at all or I sleep but wake up 3-4 times during the night. It drives me crazy but after 10 plus years of it going on I've learned to live with it. I make my way to my door wondering who it might be at this hour, when I open the door and see Eric standing there I think about slamming the door in his face.

"Eric", I say while holding on to the door and trying to make it seem like in not.

"Max gave us both the day off, he wants us to get moved in together by this afternoon," he says to me while adjusting the cuffs of a black denim jacket that he is wearing with a dark navy shirt underneath and dark jeans. Seeing him out of uniform is startling and I can now understand why the women here fight each other over him. Eric is devastatingly handsome. He has dark blonde hair cut close to his scalp on the sides and grey eyes. Add in his tattoos and he's the perfect combination of bad and sexy.

When he clears his throat and gives me an annoyed look I realize that I've been standing there staring at him. I quickly step away from the door and invite him in. "I don't have much that would need to be moved to your place. Did you want to do that now?" I ask him as I bend down to put on my shoes. I hear a sort of muffled groan come from behind me and take it as in he's really annoyed at me now. "It's not much maybe three boxes worth. I can do it on my own if you'll just tell me where your apartment is," I say as nicely as possible figuring that its better to keep him complacent rather butting heads with him.

I finish tying my laces and turn to face him finding him with his head tilted to the side looking me over before he suddenly smirks and looks right at me and says "Nice bra Bo, didn't figure you for the lacy type."

I look down and realize that as I was bent over tying my shoes my tank top drooped over on my shoulder exposing the top of my bra to him. I quickly pull my tank back up while trying to stop the blush that's spreading from neck to my cheeks.

"Don't bother I'll be seeing it all tomorrow any way, not that there's much to see there," he says to me which pisses me the frick off because I throw back "Well there must be just enough because you have a little drool there Eric" while pantomiming me cleaning my lower lip.

I immediately regret my actions because his face goes all "ruthless leader scary" on me. I sigh and take a seat on the edge of my bed deciding that spending the rest of my life fighting with Eric isn't something I want to do.

"Look Eric, I want to marry you about as much as you want to marry me. This is not how I ever pictured that this would happen. I don't want to spend the rest of my life fighting with you, I'm willing to do my part to make this go as smoothly as possible," I say looking at Eric in the eyes to see that he's not looking totally enraged but I figure its now or never.

"You mentioned," "You", I stammer a little at this part trying to look anywhere but at him "You mentioned other women yesterday, and I would ask that you don't risk either of our health's by sleeping around while I'm trying to get pregnant. Once I get pregnant you can do as you like. I ask you to at least give me the bare minimum of respect as the woman who is going to be your wife and the mother of your children to not rub your affairs in my face."

After my little speech I take a breath and gather the courage to look Eric in the eyes. He's standing with his feet spread apart like he is bracing for battle and looking at me like I've lost my mind.

I'm blown away when he says "You've made some fair points, I'll think about it. Now start packing your stuff up so we can be done with this shit."

I stare at him for a second before I stand up and go to my closet to pull out my gym bags to use as luggage realizing that I don't have any boxes. While I hear Eric rummaging around in my kitchen.

I'm down to my last drawer which just so happens to be my underwear drawer when I feel Eric standing behind me. I try to not to hyperventilate as his chest touches my back while he reaches over me and pulls out a black lace thong. I turn redder than a tomato and try to snatch it back but he holds it over his head and therefore makes it impossible for me to reach.

"You've been holding out on me Stiff" he says, and I swear I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Give it back Eric please," I'm dying of mortification by this point as he holds it out of my reach while rubbing his thumb over the lace.

What can I say? I like my underwear sexy. It gives me a little confidence boost even when I know no one is going to be seeing it.

"What else do you have in there Bo? Is it a matching set?" Eric says finally handing the thong back to me and making like he's going to go through the rest of the drawer. I push back against him saying "Just let me get this packed it's the last of my things." I don't know how to react to this Eric. Is he being playful? Is he flirting? I honestly don't know how to handle him, him acting this way is throwing me for a major loop. I can't help but feel like maybe he's just playing with me like a predator plays with its prey.

A/N

Thank you, guys, for reading and reviewing! I hope you enjoy this chapter, I'm thinking of updating once a week depending on my school and work schedule. Please if you see any grammatical errors let me know. The only things I've ever written were school papers, I hope that it makes sense and flows well. I'm having an internal fight with myself over my version of Eric. I don't want to make him too OCC but at the same time I don't want him to be a complete ass. I feel like there is a lot that can be done with his character so hopefully I can do him some justice. Please keep reading and reviewing😊