A/N: I lied. I said I would have another chapter for my other story but i don't. I never realized how fucking hard it is to write two stories. I sat at my desk for a half hour trying to punch out a chapter, but nothing. I don't know how other writers can do it; write two stories at the same time. But oh well, for sure though I will write the chapter for my other story next.
Eric:
I didn't know what to say. Watching my dad comfort Sookie across from me was difficult. Ten minutes had not even passed since I was hitting on her in the backyard. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my whole life and my dad had her. Of course I didn't expect a woman like her to be single, but it hurt knowing that it was my father that she was attached to. I was angry too. I was angry that this young woman somehow seduced and manipulated my dad into proposing marriage after a short time. How did she do it? Was she a good fuck in bed or something? I didn't blame him. Hell I probably would have asked her to marry me after only a few weeks. If I ever decided to marry, she would have been at the top of my list despite just meeting her. But my dad has always been cautious. He never made any rash decisions (other than moving down here). I was angry with myself as well. Despite the fact that I was certain Sookie was using my father for her own gain, I still thought she was the hottest woman on the planet.
He whispers comforting words in her ear and she puts her hands on his upper arms closing her eyes. Were they always this affectionate? When did she first have sex with him? Was it on their first date? How often? All these questions bombarded my mind. I hated the idea of her being with him that way. I literally felt sick to the stomach.
"I should probably go home; Gran must be worried. I didn't tell her I was coming here tonight," Sookie mumbles against him.
"Nonsense my dear. You are too tired to drive back. Stay here for the night," my dad says. I can feel the shitty airplane food making its way up my esophagus.
She yawns and glances at me. She blushes a little and breaks away from my dad. "Okay I'll just go up to the guest room, take a quick shower and call Gran," she smiles at him.
Guest room? Was she uncomfortable to stay in his room because I was here?
"Alright, my dear. I will see you soon," he says gently.
She walks around the table. "Goodnight Eric," she says before leaving the room.
"Goodnight Sookie," I say with a hoarse throat.
My father stands there glaring at me. He puts his hands on the table and leans forward. "Sookie is going to be my wife and I expect you to treat her with nothing but kindness, respect, and courtesy. Am I understood?" he says fiercely.
"But dad..." I begin to say.
"Am I understood?" he says even more fiercely.
I am starting to get angry. "I only love and care about you dad. I was just trying to look out for you."
"I don't need your concern no matter how thoughtful it may be. You don't even know Sookie and after only a few minutes, you insult her!" he growls.
"What was I supposed to think?" I yell. "Here I meet this woman who can't possibly be more than 25 saying that the two of you were getting married. I mean come on, obviously she is after your money!"
He clenches his fists, takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. I could tell he was trying to keep himself calm. "Eric, I love you and you are my only son. But do not, I repeat, do not go against me on this matter. If you say that you care about me, then you will try to get to know her for my sake. She is one of the most important people in my life and will remain so for the rest of my days. You better get your act together or else!"
He basically said that he would choose Sookie over me. I was pissed. I was so pissed that I needed to get the hell out of there.
"Ok, fine whatever. Marry her, make a complete ass of yourself, I don't care. Just don't expect me to sit back and watch you flush your life completely down the toilet," I rage. Deep down I knew I was lying. Sookie seemed like a person who could fill your day with sunshine and happiness, even at your low point. She could probably make your whole existence complete.
I start to leave and walk to the foyer.
"Eric, don't leave like this," my dad calls out behind me.
I dash to my rental car, jump in and peel out of the driveway. I reach the highway and turn right. Before I know it, I'm driving down the highway at 80 miles per hour. What the fuck was I going to do now? Go to the airport, jump on a plane back to Sweden and never talk to my father again? Tears brim my eyes at the thought. I couldn't do that. I had already lost one parent. I didn't want to lose another, especially since he was still alive.
I reach a small shit-town in the middle of nowhere and pull into the first convenience store I could find. I walk in, buy a 12 pack of beer (ugh! disgusting!) and ask the cashier where the nearest bar was.
I knew what I was going to do next. I was going to get piss drunk, find the best looking woman in the bar and fuck her until I felt better about everything. Then I would go back to my dad's house and apologize.
The cashier directs me to a place not far and I am back in my rental heading towards the bar. I walk in and take a stool at the bar. I order a scotch and look around the room. It was absolutely pathetic. These people looked like vermin. But I spy a couple of good looking women already staring at me, trying to make eye contact.
"Hey there stranger, I don't think I have ever seen you in here before," a woman behind me asks.
I turn around to face her. She had dark brown hair and a decent rack. She was attractive but I had better. I deliberate for a few quick seconds in my head; she would do.
"My name's Dawn," she says. She fluffs her hair, trying to look sexy.
"Hello Dawn, my name is Eric," I smile.
I chat with her for about twenty minutes; well, she was doing the chatting, while I was to some extent listening. I was starting to get bored.
"So Dawn, do you want to leave with me now or should we take a rain check?" I whisper in her ear. I intentionally breathe hot air into her ear causing her to squirm.
"Yeah, your place or mine?" she asks with a huge smile on her face.
Did I want to go to her house? I had a rule never to go to a woman's place unless I really knew them. This broad was a complete stranger.
"How about we get into my car and decide from there?" I respond. "Maybe you can tell me where the nearest motel is."
She giggles, "I know a few places."
We walk out the bar holding each other. I put my hand on her ass. Once we reach my car, I lean her against the passenger door and kiss her.
She starts moaning and wrestling with my tongue. Her kissing was a little sloppy. I could taste the beer (ugh!) in her mouth and the cigarette (I guess she smoked). She bites my tongue with her sharp teeth.
Immediately I pull away from her.
"What's wrong sugar?" she asks breathing heavily.
"Dawn, I don't think this is going to work out," I say.
"What? What do you mean?" she responds. Okay, obviously not the most brightest girl.
"I mean I don't think that this is going to happen between us. I need to get going," I say.
She looks peeved. "You asshole!" She hits my chest before scuttling back into the bar.
I sigh and jump back into my car. I drive back to the highway and head towards my dad's house. l guess that I'll just get drunk in the back and pass out upstairs. Luckily I still had my house key.
By the time I reach the house, it is almost midnight. I open the front door and all the lights were out. Great, everyone is sleeping, including Sookie. She must be curled up against my dad. I shudder at the thought. I take my beer and head out to the terrace in the back. I sit on one of the patio chairs and crack open a can.
I take a sip and lean back. It was a peaceful night. Not too hot and not too cold. I could hear the crickets and the frogs coming from the stream that was not too far from here.
Pam wasn't going to be happy for dad. If he thought that my reaction was bad, Pam's was going to be worse. She would not like the fact that her soon-to-be stepmom was younger than her, not one bit at all. I know that I was going to have to diffuse the situation as soon as possible before she started World War 3. I decide to call her.
I take my phone out of my pocket and dial her number.
She answers on the third ring. "Hey loser, I was waiting for you to call me. So give me the details."
I pause for a moment. "Well she seems nice."
"Nice?" she scoffs. "What the hell does that mean?"
"Just what I mean. She is the stereotypical, good American, southern belle. She's beautiful and has a lot of charm."
"Really, how old is she?" she asks.
Oh fuck! What was my answer? "She's younger than you initially thought."
"How young?" she says lowly. I can almost see her gritting her teeth.
"Like maybe in her mid-twenties or so," I answer quickly.
She is silent, deadly silent. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she yells. "He is marrying some fucking redneck bimbo?"
"Pam..." I say but she interrupts me.
"Who the fuck is she Eric? How much has dad spent on this fucking inbred bitch already?"
"Pam!" I yell. "This is what dad wants. You should see him. I've never seen him this happy since mom."
She says nothing but I can hear her breathing into the phone.
"Eric, you know that we have to do something about this," she says calmly.
I knew what she was thinking. "Pam, don't even try. I don't think dad would forgive you if you did something to jeopardize his relationship."
"Eric, this is our father. OUR FATHER. We can't let some gold-digging ho sweep in and take everything from him. You know it would break him," she says. "We have to act fast Eric. Before they go through with it."
I think about it for a moment. She was right; we needed to do something, but it had to be a plan that didn't end up with him hating the both of us.
"What do you have in mind?" I ask.
She laughs maliciously. "Simple, we will make her change her mind about marrying dad."
"How do you plan on doing that? You haven't even met her," I scoff.
"Oh I'm not going to do anything," she says, "It's going to be all you. We will make her fall in love with you."
"Me? Are you fucking joking? I'm not going to risk dad hating my guts for the rest of his life," I yell.
"Don't worry Eric. We will do it in a subtle way that she will fall in love with you and decide that she doesn't want to marry him. She will then come unto you and we will make sure that dad sees it. He will see her as the whore she is and throw her out," she says evilly.
"No fucking way Pam. It's too risky. What if dad takes it the wrong way and thinks it is me coming onto her," I retort.
"Well we will make her break up with him then. She will still fall in love with you and decide that she wants to be with you. Of course, you'll kick her to the curb afterwards," she replies.
"You really think that I have that type of influence?" I say.
"Eric, you fucking charm the panties off of every woman that you meet. Trust me, it will be no different or difficult with her," she says.
"I don't know," I sigh.
"We have to do this," she says firmly.
"Alright, fine," I respond.
"Good. You should start tomorrow. Unfortunately I cannot come for at least two weeks. I can cancel my last week of photo shoots, but I'm under contractual obligation for these next two weeks," she says.
"Whatever, Pam. Listen I'm tired and I'm going to bed. Goodnight and I love you," I tell her.
"I love you too," she says.
We hang up and I take a few more sips of my beer. Minutes later I finish the can. I decide to have another.
Hours and many beers later, I stumble back into the house and up the stairs. I turn right and towards the bedroom that I usually sleep in when I'm here. I open the door and it is pitch black. All the curtains are drawn. I stumble to the window, open the curtain and let the moon shine in to illuminate the room.
I spin around intending to fall face-first onto the mattress when I see someone sleeping on the bed. I squint my eyes; it's Sookie. She has a sort of half-smile on her face as though she is dreaming something good. One hand is above her head while the other is under her breast. She was wearing a white tank top. She looked so peaceful and beautiful.
She moves a bit causing the thin blanket to move down her hips. She is wearing only panties!
Even though I'm totally drunk, my cock hardens at the sight.
She moans a little. I almost groan. I should get the fuck out of there before something awful happens, but like some sort of trance, I walk to the side of the bed and sit down beside her.
I could smell the scent of hair and her perfect skin. I was using all of my willpower to keep myself from reaching down and touching her.
Painfully I get up, take one last look at her and leave to find another room to crash out in.
I lie down but don't fall asleep immediately. Did I want to hurt her? Could I hurt her? Those questions were going through my head as I let my slumber take me.