Eros Taptiklis - The heir of a billion dollars Taptiklis Enterprises Holdings Inc. As well as a famous singer in Greece. He had everything that every man wished. Fans, most of them were girls, money, power, women. He was intelligent, talented and...
I turned around immediately, taking my hand off my stomach. Eros was standing in front of me, his hand in his pocket, smiling at me.
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"What are you doing here?" I asked.
He raised his eyebrow and gave me a sly smirk.
"My parents...our house." He answered, emphasizing each word, smirking.
I narrowed my eyes. "I know. But your mother said you would not come."
He smirked and walked closer to me. There were a few inches between us.
"Sorry, I disappointed you." He commented sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.
"Do not worry, it is not the first time." I said coldly.
His jaw was clenched.
"Eros, you came." Aunt Helena walked towards us, saying happily.
Eros turned towards her, smiling.
"Yes, Mom." He hugged her.
Aunt Helena and I were talking. I felt Eros's eyes on me.
It was late. I stood up.
"Thank you for dinner. I had a good time."
"You are welcome, dear."
I hugged her.
"I will drop you off. I am going too." Eros said, looking into my eyes.
"Umm...no need. I..."
"Yes, Eros will drop you off." Aunt Helena said without letting me finish my sentence. I nodded, giving her a slight smile.
After saying goodbye to them, we left. Eros had parked his black Aston Martin in front of the mansion. He opened the door for me. I got in the car. He closed the door for me. Then he got in the car too and started the car.
I was looking out through the window. Sometimes I felt his eyes on me. We did not talk in the car.
Eros stopped the car in front of the hotel. He got out of the car and opened the door for me. I got out of the car.
"Thank you." I said without looking at him.
When I wanted to walk away, he grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him. He brushed his lips against mine, wrapping his arms around my waist. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I missed his lips, his touches.
After getting rid of my surprise, I pushed him back, putting my hands on his chest. He stepped back.
"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted at him.
I was tired. Why did he keep playing with my feelings? He placed his hand on my cheek. I pushed his hand away.
"I missed you." He murmured, looking into my eyes. His expression was serious.
