I hated nightclubs. I never saw the appeal of gyrating to mindless autotune dance music that had no sensical lyrics or meaning other than finding the opportunity to twerk your ass around in a public setting. I couldn't believe that I had let my only two friends at Princeton, Lafayette Reynolds and Amelia Broadway, convince to join them one night at one of Princeton's most popular clubs.
I had even let Amelia convince me to wear one of her too-small-for-my-curves slutty red dresses that barely covered my butt. My boobs were threatening to escape from the top.
It was a rainy Saturday night and there I was, drinking a fruity alcoholic punch while watching people mindlessly swaying their bodies quickly to a Taylor swift remix.
"Wanna dance?" another nameless guy asks me.
This one was decent looking, but not anything interesting. He had boring brown hair and boring brown eyes. I do a double take at his old-fashioned sideburns. I reckon he was a computer science major.
I shake my head no and look in a different direction to let him know that I wasn't interested. I could tell he was revving up to start a conversation with me.
I feel relieved when Amelia comes back to our table and plops down beside me, all warm and excited. I give the boring brown-haired guy the look of annoyance, that gives him the hint to leave.
"Come dance Sookie!" Amelia exclaims. "You've been moping all week!"
I give her a gloomy look and don't refute her statement. I had met Amelia my freshman year when I lived in the dormitories. We had been paired together as roommates. At first, we didn't get along, Amelia was wealthy and a free spirit. She had always been so lively and outgoing, didn't really take things too seriously, almost the opposite of me. She spent most of her time not in our room, but at parties and campus social events. I found it annoying when she would randomly show up at different times of the day to our room and disturb me while I was studying or reading for my classes.
I honestly didn't know if she studied or even attended classes. I had asked her what her major was one time, but all she said was that she was still exploring her options. I shook my head. I wish I had that luxury. Amelia was the daughter of a very wealthy New Orleans building contractor. Her real last name was Carmichael, but she went by her mother's maiden name.
It was only during the end of the final month of our freshman year that we started to talk more and became good friends.
"I don't know Amelia, you know this is not my scene," I say. I hated being a downer, but I couldn't help it. It had been a week since that night I had lost my virginity to Eric Northman. I had not been able to tell Amelia or anyone about that night. I guess I felt ashamed and embarrassed that after that special time together, the man whom I'd given my virginity to had bolted without an explanation or callback. Not that he even asked me for my number.
I had googled Eric's name, but nothing came up. I even googled Eric Northman, Florida, but again nothing came up except a brief picture and summary of him from their sports page. There was a blurry photo of him playing tennis. At least I knew one thing about him, he was a tennis player. I wanted to go to the sports complex to see if he was on Princeton's team, but I never had the time. I still had classes to attend, work to do, and a shitload of homework and essays to write.
I shake my head again at myself for wasting my time at a nightclub.
"You got to tell me what is going on with you?" Amelia says to me as Lafayette joins us again.
"Oh, are you asking our Sookie what's been eating her ass lately too?" Lafayette asks.
If only they knew…. Oh, I may as well tell them. It didn't seem to matter anymore, I probably was never going to see Eric again and at least I'd be able to get this off my chest.
"Last week, after work, I went home with a guy," I say sheepishly.
They both gasp out loud.
"Oh my god Sook, you're no longer a virgin?!" Amelia says loudly.
"It about time girl!" Lafayette says even louder.
"Would you two be quiet?" I scold.
"Give us all the details," Amelia says seriously. "How big was his dick? Did it hurt too much? Are you seeing him now? How long did he last?"
I stop Amelia before she blurts out more questions. "Slow down Amelia. For starters, I haven't seen him since that night."
"Oh…" she says with a surprised look. "You mean he never called you back, he basically ghosted you?"
"Hardly," I scoff. "He didn't ask me for my number."
"Ouch!" Lafayette replies.
"Oh, well look on the bright side, at least you no longer carry the virgin card anymore. You can look back on this as experience until you meet the right guy," Amelia says reassuringly.
I lean back on my chair and sigh. I had been trying to tell myself that same thing all week, but I couldn't get Eric Northman out of my head. I replayed our intimate moments in my mind over and over and even had vivid dreams about him.
"Was he good?" Lafayette asks me.
I nod my head and smile. "He was very good."
"You go girl!" Lafayette says as he gives me a high-five.
"What was his name?" Amelia asks.
"Eric Northman," I reply.
She gasps out loud and gives me a incredulous look. "Wait, are you saying you slept with Eric Northman? As in, the Eric Northman?!"
"Ummm yeah, but I didn't know he added the word the in front of his name," I shrug in confusion.
Amelia laughs. "No, but everyone knows who he is."
"I don't know who he is, I even googled him," I respond.
"He's quite popular in Florida among the elites," Amelia says. "Daddy knows his family and the business they are in."
"What's his family business?" I ask, becoming intrigued. I wanted to know more about Eric Northman now.
"His mother owns a shipping and exporting business based in Naples. It's one of the biggest companies in the world. They're billionaires," Amelia says.
I stare at her in shock with my mouth open. "Are you serious?"
"But that's not the main reason why Eric is so well-known and popular among the wealthy circles. He's not only just drop dead gorgeous, but he's brilliant, gifted, and he excels in tennis. Apparently, he is so good at tennis, that it is said he beat the number one ranked tennis player in the world, twice. He competed in the juniors and was supposed to go pro, but didn't."
"Why not?" Lafayette asks, also deeply interested in the topic of Eric Northman as I was.
"His mother," Amelia says. "His mother didn't want him to go pro. She's been grooming him to take over the family business. They say her and Eric are very close."
I ponder that for a moment. "Whose his mother?"
"Her name is Sophie-Anne LeClerc," Amelia responds. "She's the CEO of LeClerc Enterprises. She a real cutthroat in the business, very narcissistic, basically a bad ass bitch. There are only two loves in her life, her company and Eric, even though she is married to a guy named Andre LeClerc, who changed his last name to hers, and they have another child, a teenage daughter named Pamela. Apparently, she gets neglected a lot by her mother. Sophie didn't want another child, she only wanted Eric. And Sophie has never stopped reminding Pam of that."
"Wait a minute, hold on, why does Eric have a different last name?" Lafayette asks, looking confused.
Amelia shrugs, "Who knows….. The insanely rich people can do whatever they want, look at me, I don't go by my real last name."
I nod my head in agreement.
So, Eric was rich, like really, really rich. That explains it, why he never called me or has tried to see me again. He didn't need to see me. He probably had a long string of women who would do anything to be with him, I was just another notch on his bedpost.
You would think that this new information would make me feel better, but it makes me feel worse. I wish he didn't walk into my bar.
The night went on and I decide to let my inhibitions roam free. I drink more and begin feeling buzzed and happy. I needed to loosen up, Amelia was right, I was too uptight for someone my age.
I decide to join Amelia on the dancefloor. I sway my hips and ass slowly as I close my eyes, enjoying the song by the Weeknd. I move closer to Amelia and we gyrate our hips in synchronization. Others, especially men, take notice of our dancing and stand back to watch us. When the song ends, the crowd claps and whistles.
Another song plays and one of the guys on the dancefloor asks Amelia to dance.
I was about to go sit down when someone approaches me.
"Care to dance?"a guy with a sexy Australian accent asks me. He was very handsome with sandy-blonde hair and green eyes. He was a several inches taller than I and he had a strong build and broad shoulders.
"What's your name?" I ask with a sultry smile, still feeling the positive affects of the alcohol. I was feeling flirty, I wanted to feel sexy and desired.
"Keiran Howlett," he says as he stands closer to me. "What's yours?"
"I'm…," I say before I am grasped by the waist and pulled in close to the one who grabbed me.
I am spun around and I am faced with…. Eric. I hitch my breath as I look up at him. I relax my hands against his chest as he keeps me close to him.
"What are you doing here?" I ask breathlessly.
He doesn't answer, but instead looks over my shoulder to give a menacing look to the guy that I was trying to flirt with, then looks back at me with a stoic expression.
"The men in this club are not worthy of you," he says to me with a serious expression on his face.
I feel baffled momentarily, before the anger builds up when I remember how he ditched me after having sex with me, in my apartment.
"You don't get to make that decision Eric," I say incensed. "I can talk to whomever I want."
I try to move away from him, but he keeps me tight to his body. I try to move again, but I stay in the same place, Eric was too strong for me.
"Let go of me," I say firmly.
He grins at me, which angers me even further.
"That's one of the things I like about you, the fire behind your eyes," he says in a husky tone.
I scoff. "You expect me to fall to your feet after the way you treated me?"
He smiles again. "Come outside with me and I will tell you what you want to know."
I give him a hard look and nod my head a little. I look over at Amelia who had her eyes glued on us. I mouth to her that I would be right back as Eric takes my hand and leads me off the dancefloor. We walk out through the exit, onto the sidewalk.
Immediately, I start shivering. It was cold, I was still getting used to the Northern climate.
"You're cold," Eric says. He takes off the black leather jacket he was wearing and puts it over my shoulders.
Immediately I am engulfed by the Eric's body heat. He pulls me close to him and rubs my back.
"What are you doing?" I say confused, not that I wasn't enjoying the sensation of being in his arms, quite the opposite.
"Keeping you warm," is all Eric says.
"So? Are you going to tell me why you left without letting me know?" I say, trying to sound mad again, but failing. It was difficult to think when I was this close to Eric, his mere presence had an affect on my IQ.
"I was going to spend the night with you and wake up with you in my arms," he says in a sexy tone. I take a large gulp.
"But I had to go, I had to leave right away. Trust me, if it wasn't important, I wouldn't have left."
"Oh," I say speechless.
"I didn't get back till this afternoon," he adds.
"Now what?" I ask.
"What do you mean?" he responds.
"I mean, now what about us?" I say shyly. I could feel my cheeks burning.
He glances away and looks at me again. "I want to fuck you again."
"What?" I blurt out.
"I. Want. To. Have. Sex. With. You. Again," he says slowly.
I could feel my heart pounding and my head spinning, I was sure if it was the alcohol or him doing that to me.
"Just sex?" I ask. If it was just that, then he could forget about it. I wasn't that type of girl.
"If you're asking about a relationship, I don't do relationships," he says in a nonchalant way. "But, I will say this, I won't have sex with any other woman or man for as long as I'm having sex with you. Plus, we would spend time together, doing other things besides sex, so you can call it some type of relationship….. I guess."
I chew on my bottom lip at his offer. Could I do this? We would be sleeping together, but also hanging out?
"You can say no if you don't want it and I will walk away. You won't ever see me again," Eric adds.
I look at him with trepidation. The thought of never seeing him again brings a sad and lonely feeling to me, to my heart.
"Okay," I whisper.
"Good," is all he says as he leads me away down the sidewalk. We walk only for about a minute till we get to a red corvette.
"You mean right now?" I ask in hesitation and surprise. "I can't just leave my friends."
He gives me a solemn look. "Alright. Go and be with your friends in there. I do have other places to go to where I'm wanted."
He walks around the corvette quickly to the drivers' side.
"Wait!" I call out. "I'll go with you."
He comes back around and opens the passanger door for me. I have trouble keeping the skirt of this too small for me dress over my butt as I sit down on the premium leather seat of Eric's car.
Eric gets in the drivers' seat and starts the car.
"Where are we going?" I ask him.
"My place," he says as he revs up the engine and speeds off into the night.
Ten minutes later, we were in a parkade of a luxury condominium that I recognized. It was only about a 15-minute walk from my apartment.
Eric helps me out of the car and leads me to a bank of elevators. When we are in the elevator, he hits the button of the to floor and flashes his keycard on the security.
We reach the floors of his condo. I look around and see that we were in a living room, apparently the entire floor was his.
"Did you want anything to drink?" he asks me as he helps me take off his leather coat.
"Just water, thanks," I say to him.
I take in the room. The colourful furniture looked brand new, like no one had ever sat in the couches or walked on the rugs. The decorations were masculine, but somehow, didn't seem like it was his style. The walls were an ivory colour, but the one over the fireplace was red.
"Your place is nice," I say.
"This place is just somewhere to sleep in while I finish my masters here," Eric says as he hands me a glass bottle of Evian water.
"Oh really?" I say, becoming intrigued.
"The interior designer thought that she knew me and my style, but she was off the mark," he replies.
"Oh," I say with my mouth in a circle.
"We had sex a few times and after that she basically decorated this place to her own tastes, because she must have had it in her mind that she would be living in here with me too," Eric continues. "I fired her and she no longer works for us."
I make a couple grunting noises. I was speechless. I was beginning to know who Eric Northman was. Any other normal girl would have found his disposition unappealing. He seemed arrogant and indifferent to anyone's feelings, for some reason, I was continuing to become more drawn to him.
"You own a company?" I say, pretending to not know how wealthy he was.
"My family owns a company," Eric responds. "My mother wanted me to get another finance degree to help me prepare for when I takeover."
"No Harvard Business School?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "She wanted me to be here. I was supposed to be here for my undergrad as well, but she wanted me to stay closer to home, so that's why I went to university there."
So, he was a mama's boy. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but I was glad that I was learning more and more about him.
"No more about me, I want to know more about you," he says as he walks up to me and begins caressing my back.
I blabber a little about growing up in Bon Temps. As I talk, he runs his hands over my dress and over my breasts, playing with the thin silky straps. He exposes one of my breasts and covers my nipple with his mouth.
I suddenly lose my train of thought and begin mumbling coherently. Before I knew it, we were naked, on his barely used couch, with one leg hitched over his shoulder as he pumped in and out of me. The erotic sensations bring me over the edge as I cum around his cock. It isn't long before he finds his release.
That night I learned another thing about Eric Northman, and that he was a sex god. I had no other way of explaining him and his vigor for sex. I had no idea how many times we did it that night, only that the first morning light began to fill his bedroom when we finally started to fall asleep.
"This is only the beginning," he whispers to me as I drift away to dreamland.