He wasn't going to teach me.
Weeks flew by and we went on as if he didn't wear my ass out to the point where I couldn't even sit for a day and a half. I told myself that it was for the best, that I didn't need to go chasing after something I knew nothing about.
I made a promise to myself to stay away from any men Eli dated or currently dated so that our friendship could stay strong. I even told myself I wouldn't try anything with him again.
Good luck with that. The irrational side of me thought.
After staying home during that time, I started to get restless and realized I needed to get a job. When I asked to work for Eli, he almost bit my head off.
"Geez, you're acting like I asked for you to hand over your entire company." I said, tucking my hair behind my ear as we sat on the couch, watching White Chicks.
Eli glanced over at me, his bright eyes narrowing. "You're not working for me. Period. Don't ask again."
"Don't ask again." I mocked him, making a funny face as I did. "Fine. I'll ask Mellie then." Eli squeezed my thigh and got up, stretching. I let my eyes travel over his biceps, down to the exposed skin of his belly before looking away quickly.
"Do what you want, babe. I gotta take a leak." He grabbed his trash and threw it out on his way to the bathroom. While he did that, I decided to go get dressed to go job hunting. Even though I didn't need the money, I didn't like to just stay in the house all day.
I threw on a pair of white jeans and paired it with a dressy light pink shirt that fell off my shoulders daintily. I put on strappy brown flat shoes and left my diamond studs in to finish off the look. I put on minimal makeup, grabbed my sunglasses and brown clutch and looked at myself in the mirror.
"Girl, you look good." I told my reflection, smoothing down any wrinkles that appeared. Just then, the doorbell rang and I frowned, wondering who it could be. It was probably for Eli.
I continued admiring my reflection until the doorbell rang again. "Eli!" I called out. "Someone's at the door." I waited for a minute, but I didn't hear him say anything back. When the doorbell rang again, I slid my shades on my head and huffed, storming down the stairs. "I'm coming! Be patient!" I yelled to the person at the door.
I unlocked it and swung it open, opening my mouth to give the person a piece of my mind for ringing the doorbell so many times, but my words got stuck in my throat when I saw the man that was standing on the porch.
And let me tell you, he was a man.
The white dress shirt he wore clung to his body like a second skin, the top two buttons unbuttoned. His slacks fit perfectly and his shoes completed his aesthetic. His hair was blonde. No, white. It was pure white, and not in a geriatric way. His skin was tanned and his jawline could sever an artery, it was that sharp.
What really threw me off though were his eyes. They were pitch black, no hint of the iris's showing. I watched his plump lips form into a smirk, while dragging his obsidian eyes down my figure.
"Well, hello there." He greeted and I gripped the door tightly, his velvet voice smooth and deep.
"Who are you?" I asked bluntly and he chuckled, stepping forward. I unconsciously took a step back and he noticed.
"Eli didn't tell you about me?" He asked, feigning hurt as he put one of his hands on his chest. "Shame." He walked forward again, which made me walk back a second time, but I wasn't prepared for the folded rug, so I tripped, grabbing at nothing but air as I fell.
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