A/N: Hey another chapter in as many days! I think it helps when I don't write an outline of my expectations for a chapter and just go with the flow. Plus I'm actually looking for ways to avoid real life nowadays so I do this LOL I'll write another chapter for my other story sometime later this week.

Eric:

Shreveport, Louisiana... Don't get me wrong, I loved this town, but when my father told me he was moving down here, I thought he had finally lost it. We were living in New Haven, Connecticut when dad told us that he bought some land and a really old house down in Louisiana. He told us that it would be our vacation home during the summer holidays. Naturally Pam and I balked at his idea. During the holidays, we always enjoyed going home to Stockholm. One summer dad convinced us that it would be a great idea to visit the new (well old, run-down) house that he had bought. It was horrible. Pam didn't even take one step into the house before demanding to stay in a hotel. He was disappointed and saddened with our reaction. When we turned 18, he decided to permanently move to Louisiana. By that time Pam and I were in university. I never came back here until I was 21. The house was still in bad shape but was more liveable than previously. Every year after that I would try to at least come down to visit once. Eventually the place grew on me as it seemed peaceful and laidback. It didn't grow on Pam however.

I pull my rental into the driveway. There are already several cars parked. A black BMW, the red corvette I bought for my dad, his silver SUV and another car which looked to be about ten years old. I walk towards the car and examine it briefly. I smile when I see an Elvis Presley bobblehead on the dashboard. I didn't tell my dad that I was arriving tonight, so I decide to surprise him. I walk around the house to go through the back door. I turn the corner and that's when I see the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen in my life. She was stunning. She was gazing towards the sunset. The dimming light shined around her long, wavy golden hair. It was the exact shade of mine. She was wearing a white and red floral print sundress that went down to her knees. It was tight enough that I could see the outline of her luscious curves. She was wearing a small white cardigan sweater over it but it was also tight enough that I took notice of her large, round breasts. She looked like an angel. I walk a little closer to her but she still doesn't notice me. I take the moment to stare at her a little longer. She looked like she was deep in thought and was troubled. I decide to make myself known.

"Enchanting view isn't it?" I say to her.

She turns around quickly. If I thought her figure was spectacular, the full view of her face was something else. She was much more beautiful than any of the models or actresses that my sister worked with or that I had dated. She had full pouty lips that were blush pink, a heart-shaped face and light blue eyes. The expression on her face was that of shock. I could tell that I was affecting her by the sound of her increased breathing and the blush in her cheeks. She takes a few seconds longer before finally speaking.

"Ye – yes it is, it's stunning," she stutters. I thought her Southern accent was attractive.

I step even closer to her. From this close distance I could smell her heavenly scent.

Perhaps coming to Shreveport wasn't such a terrible idea at all. If paying my loyal employees a few extra dollars in order to come (no pun intended), she made it worth it. I decide to up my game. Oh yes, my face was going to be between her thighs as early as tonight.

"I just arrived from Sweden," I say giving her my finest smile. "I didn't expect to see someone as exquisite as you to greet me upon my arrival."

My attempt to charm her produces a smile from her. She was mine. "Uhhh, your dad is inside I think. Probably in his study," she says.

She knew who I was! Of course I looked incredibly like a younger version of my father; but the fact that she knew me made me almost giddy inside like a 13 year old girl. "That's good but I think I'd rather stay out here with you for a little while longer," I respond. There was no way I was going into that house without wrapping my arms around her and tasting her lips first. I move closer and she laughs a little. I was making her nervous in a good way.

"My name is Eric," I tell her. I was being polite but I also wanted to know her name. Could this be Esther's (my father's housekeeper) daughter? I vaguely remember Esther mentioning that a few years ago but I never met her. Fuck! I should have come to Shreveport more often. All that time wasted...

"Yeah I know," she answers. She knew my name!

"Are you Esther's daughter?" I ask, just to be sure.

I begin leaning down towards her as she answers, "Ummm no, I'm not."

As I get closer to her she tilts her head and looks into my eyes. I lose myself in her blue eyes and the scent of her hair and skin that I forget to ask for her name. We gaze into each other's eyes for a moment longer until the spell is broken by someone standing by the door.

"Excuse me, Miss Stackhouse, but Dr. Northman was wondering if you were hungry. I prepared some sandwiches and soup for you. He ate earlier. Hello Eric, there is more than enough there for you if you are hungry too," the woman at the door says. She looks towards the woman at the door but I keep my gaze fixated on her. Wait, did she say Miss Stackhouse? Oh fucking hell, it couldn't be...

"You're Snooki Stackhouse?" I ask, my voice a little higher than normal.

"Yes my name is Sookie Stackhouse. I'm engaged to your father."

I am momentarily stunned. She looked young, way too young for my old man. There was no way she was older than me. "How old are you?" I finally manage to say.

"I'm old enough," she snaps back. She starts to walk inside. Just before she enters the house she says, "Aren't you coming?"

I stand there disorientated before following her into the house.

She walks through the family room and towards the dining room. I follow her slowly trying not to stare at the sway of her hips but it was difficult. Her ass was remarkable.

She sits down on the side of the table and puts the napkin on her lap. I take the seat across from her and continue to gawk at her. Sookie fiddles around with the cutlery; I could tell that she was trying hard not to look up.

"Hasn't anyone told you that it's not polite to stare," she says, her accent a little thicker and irritated.

"Forgive me," I tell her. She finally looks up at me and I give her another one of my charming smiles, "It's just that you surprised me. I expected someone a lot older."

She clears her throat. "You mean your father hasn't discussed anything about me with you?"

"No, I haven't spoken to him for several weeks. I have been busy with work and other things. I found out from my sister about you. To find out that my father had gotten recently engaged was a shocker, to say the least."

"Oh," she says. "Well I've only known your father for about six weeks now. It's been a whirlwind," she smiles.

"How did you two meet?"

"Uhh, my grandmother had an appointment with him and I was her escort. He asked me out on a date and I said yes and that lead to us spending more time together and then well..." she said quickly. "We fell in love and he asked me to marry him and I said yes."

"After only six weeks of knowing each other?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes," she says firmly. "The more I learned about him, the more I realized that he was the most wonderful man in the world."

The more you learned about him eh? I bet she realized how wonderful he was when she saw the size of his checking account. "Forgive me again Miss Stackhouse, but I need to ask this question: don't you think that getting engaged to someone after knowing them for only a few weeks is a little absurd?"

She slightly frowns; I think that I hit a nerve. "No Mr. Northman. You don't choose who you fall in love with, it just happens. And like I said before, your father is the most wonderful man that I have ever met. I knew when I first met him that he would be the only man I could ever imagine sharing my life with. We love each other deeply and we want to begin our life together as soon as possible."

"Well to me it doesn't seem right," I say with a hint of anger as I lean forward on the table. "Not only has this whole ridiculous engagement happened too quickly, but it's also a little suspicious that a woman at your age would attach herself to a man who isn't exactly in the same demographic age category as she. Tell me, when did you decide that you would sink your claws into my father? Was it before or after you found out how rich he was?"

Her facial expression turns to anger. "How dare you!" she seethes. "How dare you make insinuations about me! You don't even know me!"

"You're right, I don't know you. But I think I have lived long enough to know when a young sexy woman like yourself would use that to her advantage in order to snag herself a rich, lonely old man who could buy her expensive things," I counter.

"Eric! That's enough!" my dad growls angrily behind me.

I stand up and face him.

He walks up to me, his face full of rage, "You will apologize to Sookie right now. Do I make myself clear?"

I flinch at the look on his face; 26 years old and I was still afraid of my dad.

I turn around to face Sookie who is standing also. "I apologize Miss Stackhouse for upsetting you. But I only care about my father and his well-being."

Her face softens a little. "I accept your apology Mr. Northman, please call me Sookie."

"Thank you Sookie. You can call me Eric," I say.

My dad walks around the table and takes her into his arms. She presses herself against him as he kisses her forehead. I have never felt so envious and angry in my whole life.