EJ in Love

EJ

The sound of a giggle pulled me out of my sleep as I felt something tickle my chest. Everything in me stopped me from not groaning out loud as a pounding, knee weakening and stomach churning headache hammered against my skull. 

My eyes fluttered open only to be met with a gasp. "Your eyes really are that blue," honey brown eyes met mine and long brunette hair which definitely got a groan out of me. I recognised her instantly and wanted to kick myself for being that weak but everyone knew when I was agitated I resorted to all sorts of things that I was not exactly surprised to find me in bed with Holly, a model who had been following me around for months. 

"I get that a lot," I sighed and stretched out my body even though she was still laying on top of me. I felt spent but that tight knot in my stomach had not yet dissolved. Yet I guessed Connor was the cause of that and no amount of sleeping around would get rid of it. 

Instead of answering me her lips met mine and I entertained it for a minute or two before I made the effort to check my phone. With a gasp I pretended I needed to be somewhere urgently and by her happy smile I could tell she did not really care. I was on a to-do list for many of these girls therefore everyone knew there was no real emotional attachment. 

After getting dressed I left her apartment. I was not even sure where I was until I found my guards waiting in the hallway. If it was not for them I feared I would never really make my way back home on many occasions. I was terrible with locations and sometimes I would be lying if I knew which country we were in for family holidays or when I was playing a game. 

They led me to the parking lot and Demyan's Rolls Royce Phantom was waiting there. Out of all the cars in the world he just had to pick Rolls Royce. Which twenty-five year old who wore mini skirts went for a car Dad drove. You would think he would be into Bugatti's and Lamborghini's but then again Demyan was a giant he needed a lot more leg room. 

I opened the door to find him with the driver's seat recline, soundly sleeping as he snored. His mouth wide open and a little drool on the corner of his mouth. No one ever dared to tell him he sometimes snored because that would affect Demy Baby's perfect image that he did not even fart. He tooted.

I threw myself in the passenger seat and shut the door. That jolted him awake as he turned to look at me with large eyes then a snarl, "You said five minutes!"

"If I finished in five minutes it would mean I massively under performed! No one wants a one stroke chump unlike you. Just five pumps and a girl is pregnant," my loud laugh seemed to annoy him further. 

"We didn't tell Dad and Pa we were going out last night. He was blowing up my phone last night."

"Excuse me for getting laid but I'm more of a marathon kind of guy. That's why they call me Edward the Conqueror," I winked. 

He rolled his perfectly glassy eyes. Demyan did not even look like he had spent the night sleeping in his car. You could just brush out his hair and put him on the runway. "No one calls you Edward the Conqueror, you gave yourself that name and it stuck," he pressed a button which put his seat up in a seated position before he pressed the button that started the engine. "Did you have fun?"

A grin spread across my face, "I hope so. I don't even remember a thing."

A chuckle left his lips, "You should be careful. Next thing I won't be the only one making our parents grandparents."

I quickly shook my head, "I'm not reckless. It's practically muscle memory."

He simply nodded as he drove us out of the underground parking area and onto the main road. We met with London traffic which just made things worse. We would definitely not make it for breakfast and that meant we would be having a long lecture on why we should report to Dad or Pa when we were leaving the house. 

More stress on top of more stress. 

"You shouldn't let Connor get under your skin like that, you went wild after he dragged you out."

"I was proving a point," I huffed as I folded my arms across my chest, "He thinks he can come and boss me around laying his words of wisdom on me. I was protecting your honor."

"I can protect my own honour EJ," his kind smile made me more annoyed, "There's a lot of people who say things behind my back and I really don't care. Everyone is always going to have an opinion. We can't throw fists around because Dad has a great lawyer."

"Pa does."

"Pa is an exception. He can't keep calm for two seconds," he laughed, "You're the captain of the national team, it won't look good, you're punching team members for your brother."

My lips pressed into a thin line as I wanted to debate the topic but I knew he was right. Demyan was wise for everyone else but when it came to his own life it was a constant shit show. "Fine I won't go around punching people for the fun of it."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," he leaned over the center console and pressed a sloppy wet kiss to my cheek which made me scream. He had been doing that to me since I was a toddler and I would never get used to it. 

We both let out a loud laugh before we headed for a cafe changing our minds about heading home first. If our parents were going to ring our necks might as well have a full stomach.