Falling for the Enemy

Ch.6

Eros Pov

"I want you, right now," Rebecca admitted, pressing herself against my little buddy and showcasing her cup DD breasts to me.

I had reached my limit. I pushed her away and started adjusting my shirt.

"Not now, Rebecca, I have a lot of work to get done."

Typically, I date a girl three times before inviting her to my apartment. However, when I met Rebecca Stains at a party a few nights ago, she refused to leave my side.

She held onto my arm constantly. I had no reason to complain since she was incredibly attractive and stunning. Every man at the party was vying for her attention.

She understood how to leverage her skills to captivate any man. That’s why she felt assured that she could win me over.

In bed, she was extraordinary, mastering every position. She had a knack for igniting desire, knowing exactly which pleasure points would drive a man wild. I was astonished by how she brought me to the brink of ecstasy.

"By the way, we’re having dinner with your parents tonight. I just wanted to remind you," Rebecca said as she adjusted her dress.

Mom was eager to meet Rebecca, but my dad never imagined or approved of me dating Rebecca. She was a well-known model, famous for her relationships with numerous men.

Not merely ordinary men, but exceptionally wealthy individuals. Her most recent relationship was with a billionaire in his fifties.

Rebecca was incredibly hard to resist. She was clear about her desires and was determined to fulfill them. And now, she wanted me desperately. This week alone, she spent the night at my apartment three times.

She showed up unexpectedly in the dead of night. I had no option but to let her in; she was quite persistent. However, what my family was unaware of was that Rebecca wasn’t my girlfriend; she was my sss, my 'F**K Buddy.'

Later in the evening, I came to the conclusion that inviting Rebecca to my family dinner was a mistake.

What on earth! She was making every effort to win over my family. She took control of the entire conversation, discussing fashion shows, designer bags, shoes, jewelry, dresses, and so on.

She even suggested that we were involved in an affair. I recognized her type: she was the kind of person who would pull you down the aisle.

"We met at a party. The instant our eyes locked, I knew he was the one for me." Rebecca grasped my hand. "Eros is incredibly romantic, charming, and thoughtful."

"Wow! Are you certain you’re referring to my son?" My father looked taken aback.

"Richard, stop it," Mom reprimanded Dad. "Eros is romantic just like you."

"I wish I had a family like yours, Eros," Rebecca said, then suddenly embraced me. "Eros, I can’t hold it in any longer. There’s something I need to tell you, right here, right now."

"This is very important," she said, dabbing a tear from her face with a napkin.

"What are you…?" I was utterly bewildered. My heart raced uncontrollably. What could she possibly want to tell me? And why was she crying?

I glanced at Mom and Dad. They appeared so pale, anxiously awaiting Rebecca's words.

"I’m really glad your family is here, and they will hear what I have to say."

"Rebecca, what are you trying to say?" I was becoming irritated by her dramatic behavior.

She took a deep breath, and tears began to gather on her cheeks.

She took a deep breath, tears welling up on her cheeks. "Eros, this is the first time I’m saying this—I’ve never said it to any man before. I’ll say it to you, and only you, I promise. I want your family to hear this too."

She paused, shifting her gaze from my family back to me, slowly and dramatically. "I LOVE YOU, EROS."

I nearly choked on the wine I had just swallowed, coughing uncontrollably. She loves me? Love wasn’t part of our agreement when we began our s****l relationship.

She was crossing a line! It was just plain S*X between us—no emotions or feelings involved.

And what on earth was she thinking, declaring this in front of my family? What was her intention?

"That’s it, what else?"

"I love you. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? You’re the only man I’ve ever said that to."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, as did my family. We all shared the same thought. We had expected her to announce she was pregnant. Thank goodness she wasn’t. She really gave us a scare.

"What do you want me to say?" I inquired of her.

"I want you to acknowledge your feelings for me as well. Tell me, darling, do you love me too?" Her voice was soft and inviting, like a kitten's purr.

I met her gaze and responded truthfully: "NO."

Conflicting emotions flickered across Rebecca's face when I declined.

I realized I had hurt her feelings, but it was necessary. She understood that falling in love was not part of our agreement. She posed a question, and I responded truthfully.

Suddenly, her complexion drained despite the heavy makeup she wore.

I feared she might burst into tears or become hysterical. However, she cleared her throat and raised her chin.

She seemed to regain her composure. Then, she flashed her rehearsed smile, reminiscent of her print advertisements.

"It's alright, Eros; you'll come to love me eventually," she said confidently, fluttering her long eyelashes at me.

You are mistaken, my mind replied. I decided against disputing her claim. I was not interested in continuing the conversation.

I drove Rebecca back to her place. The reality that I did not have feelings for her did not change how she acted around me. She continued to hold on tightly! And this time, her demeanor became even more forceful.

This needs to end before she starts expecting too much from me.

"Rebecca, we need to stop meeting. It’s time to go our separate ways."