Breaking Eric

k eyeliner, creating a butterfly effect on the sides. "Oh my God, Emma!" she suddenly exclaims, getting up from my bed and covering her mouth with her hands. "You were challenged by Eric Pierce!

the option which makes me not look like a sacrificial lamb. "Well, you can just pay it to me." I shrug. "Anyways, let's not talk about it now. You wanted to go to the bar to celebrate and we'll be doing just that. Not speaking of apartments and leases." She gives me a pointed look which makes me suspect that she in turn suspects something fishy. I keep a giant smile on my face as she studies me with inquisitive eyes. "Fine," she says after a while. "But I'm paying you soon." "Can't wait," I grin shamelessly, hiding from her the fact that I didn't pay anything at all. He did. The bar we go into has a plethora of customers and the usual standard area has been converted into a club where the music is jamming at its high. People are crushed against each other, grinding and kissing and licking. I wish I was here to do that with someone. It has been such a long time since my last asshole boyfriend. Matt had been all fun and nice - sunshine and rainbows - until he had ended up slapping me in a fit of rage. In return, I had kicked him in the balls so hard with my heels that the dude ended up in the hospital for a week. I have never been that satisfied with choosing violence. Tia grabs my hand, pulling me to the end of the bar and towards the counter. We find two empty stools and quickly claim our seats, slapping our hands at the counter to call out for drinks. "Sex on the beach!" we both shout, making the bartender, a charming young man, smirk as he prepares our drinks. When he places them near us, we grab the glasses and clink them together. "Here's to new jobs and asshole bosses!" Tia makes a toast, swallowing a long sip of her drink. I follow her, wincing first and then drinking in the juicy feeling. "Oh Gosh... I love this place," I remark, pulling Tia to the dance floor with me. We dance together wildly, twisting our bodies and bobbing our heads. Men stare at us and we admire the attention, letting our hands run through our bodies in a seductive way. The lights mingle with blue and red, creating shadows on the floor. "I'm so happy for you, Emma!" Tia shouts, letting the people around us know how happy she is. In here, nobody minds our loud mouths and ludicrous moves. Here we are free from the constraints of life. This night is ours and we are going to make the best of it. Or at least that's what I think before a large figure walks past me, making me nearly stumble but before I can lose my balance, two strong arms grab me by my waist, pulling me firmly against a hard chest. "Thank you..." I smile as I look up and the smile falls instantly. With a tall body, sturdy muscles and a suit without creases, Eric Pierce's hardened face stares down at me with eyes so piercing blue that I gulp immediately, my eyes darting to find my friend only to see her in the arms of another guy as they both dance together. "Miss. Gold.." His grip around my waist tightens as he pulls me firmer against his chest, encasing me in the protection of his arms when two young boys pass us. "What are you doing here dancing alone?" I rest my palms on Mr. Pierce's chest, holding the lapels of his suit as I gaze at him. "I'm not alone, Mr. Pierce." I reply. "I came with my friend." "And where is your irresponsible friend, may I know?" "No, you may not." His expression hardens, but his