6| SAY IT, LOVE

FREMA:

"Wake up you fucking sloth."

I rolled to my other side, shielding my ears from Riley's annoying voice as it gradually faded.

"Leave me alone, Riley." I cried lowly, expecting a cold bucket of water on my body any momemt. When I felt nothing after some minutes, I opened my eyes slowly and looked around.

Then it hit me.

Abducted.

River green eyes.

Hard biceps.

Poker face.

Greek god looks.

Eron Castile.

"Ugh. FML on the highest level." I muttered to myself and the sudden life threatening need for my usual early morning coffee struck me causing my head to spin.

"I. Need. Coffee." I said sleepily and trudged my feet to the door, unlocking it and starting my quest for coffee. And food.

Getting to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and took out a carton of milk, gulping down the content all at once.

"Still not coffee.." I muttered to myself again and then started making my coffee. I gulped everything at once too and as soon as I did that, my eyes shot open and I finally remembered last night.

Holy crap. What if he's coming to get me? Hell knows I was just kidding, he sure knows how to bloody spank. I bit my lip at the confession and froze as I heard a voice behind me.

"Who the hell are you?" A girly voice sounded. I turned, and woah, the girl standing across me was just the perfect model. Her hair was ebony black, cascading down her open skin which was an incredible tan, not to forget her face, sculpted to perfection and putting my freckled one to shame.

"Are you deaf now?" She asked again and my eyes widened as I stumbled over my words.

"I- Uhm, Eron, he--" I started saying when she cut me off.

"What the hell, who said you could call him that?" She asked, glaring daggers at me.

I couldn't do this. I could never face anyone because Arsen always helped me do it. He would always defend me, but where was Arsen now?

"I-- that's his name?" I mumbled stupidly and she rolled her eyes.

"Well my name is Kayla and your dear Eron still calls me sweetheart, so names don't really work around here cute face. I mean, for all we know, he may not remember you by next week. We're all flings." She said matter-of-factly and strode away.

We're all flings.

**

Getting out of the shower, I wondered when Eron would get back from work, as everyone here told me. I shrugged, frowning as I pulled on a loose beige sweater and shorts, which stopped just below my ass. I didn't wear a bra, cause I was just like that. Plus those things were uncomfortable as hell. I was surprised at first when I found out there was a closet full of girl clothing, but then I shook it off because I was tired of trying to understand the man.

Deciding to keep myself busy with some romantic novels I found in the room, I settled on "Mutual Hatred by Fay .B. Peters."

Soon, the door creaked open a little and I jerked up from the bed.

"Who's there?" I asked in a small whisper. The door opened fully now, revealing the blue eyed man in the restaurant on the first day I met Eron.

"W-what are you doing here?" I asked and he scratched the back of his head, which I have to admit was cute.

"I don't even know, myself. Guess I just came to say hi to my boss's new muse." He said and I narrowed my eyes.

"He's your boss too? I thought you two were friends or something?" I asked and sat back down on the bed. He smiled faintly and closed the door, taking slow strides inside.

"We are. In fact, I'm the closest thing he has to a best friend. Not that he has many other friends outside. Eron.. He's a complicated man, and he doesn't take anything or anyone more seriously than his business." He said and I found myself becoming more interested.

"His business?" I asked and he laughed, making me mad again.

"Sorry, sweet thing, it's just that that information can't be disclosed.. Yet." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"You guys are illegal, right?" I asked and he made no move to answer, angering me more.

"I'm sorry," he finally said and sat down at the edge of the bed. "I'm Liam, by the way." He said and I smiled.

"I know your name, you mentioned it in the restaurant." I replied. He nodded, staring me up.

"Eron must've seen it too. You're as pure as fresh air, but also as wild as a flower growing on its own." He said, chuckling.

I blushed lightly. "Oh."

"I have to leave now though, Frema.. Is it?" He said and I nodded. "I'll see you around." He said and I replied genuinely,

"Hope so." He flashed me a wide grin as he walked out of the room, revealing a non-smiling mouthwatering Greek god as he left.

That's Eron, btw.

"Hope you enjoyed the small talk," he said quietly and I nearly peed my pants at the brute way he spoke.

"I--" I started but he interrupted,

"Come here." He said, his smoldering gaze never leaving my reddened face.

I gulped and found my legs wobble under me at every step I took closer to him. His strong arm wrapped around my waist as soon as I got close, my sensitive breasts flush against his hard chest.

"Choose, Princesa. Would you rather get on your hands and feet and let me show you how well a three-year-old spanks.. Or would you be a good girl and get on your knees?" He asked against my earlobe and my breathing hitched at his request. But I felt proud that I'd bruised his ego last night, even if I realized I had never done it before.

"Should I choose instead?" His voice came again, rough and impatient. I gasped as his hand groped my ass, making me answer quickly.

"I'll do it." I said, my cheeks now a deep red as a smirk played on his handsome face.

"Do what?" He asked, pushing my buttons. I had never said it out loud either. He tilted my chin gently, his intense eyes taking every ounce of dignity away instantly.

"I'll.. I'll suck your--" The words hung in my throat. He chuckled deeply.

"--dick. Say it, love." He prodded.

"Dick?" I muttered quietly and he growled lowly, slamming his lips against mine, leaving me completely senseless already.