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gushed. The big O had arrived.
    Eric felt it too. The soft velvety snugness that wrapped the entirety of monster had done its job too well. He had hoped to last longer but like Laila, he too failed. Just as Laila went rigid with pleasure he felt his member bulging up even further. One, two – he exploded. He barely had the time to pull out. Thankfully, Laila was already at the last stages of her dying desire. Eric pelted the triangular area of her privates with gobs of his man juice – his neck muscles straining to their limits as he tried to hold on to the glorious feeling that washed his entire being.
    Then Eric almost crashed into Laila as he let his body rest against hers, letting her wrists go at the same time. No one spoke. The two just savored the moment, both wondering how they went from bickering to copulating.
    ***
    Eric stood aside, opening the door for her as they reached the joint.
    She cautiously walked in, her eyes making a few sweeps of the place. Eric got in behind her, walked forward, swept the place and picked a table. He chose the one farthest from the counter.
    It didn’t take long before a waitress who obviously needed sleep followed them to their table. Eric waited for Laila to pick which side to sit before sitting himself down. He then gave a smile to the waitress who tried to smile back in return.
    “I’ll have me some coffee, black, and the most delicious pancakes you have ever made,” said he, looking at her and smiling a big smile.
    “That’ll cost you,” the waitress said.
    “For your smile, I’d pay anything!”
    “Jesus, Eric! It’s almost dawn, give it a break,” the waitress protested.
    Laila looked at the waitress, then to Eric, and repeated her actions a second time. Moments ago she had already put him as annoying and arrogant – a fact that was almost supported by Eric’s recent antics towards the waitress. But the way the waitress protested betrayed something only women and the keenest of men would catch – familiarity.
    “So you guys dated?” she asked, wedging herself into the conversation.
    “What?” the waitress asked, suddenly facing her. “Me? With this prick? Oh no, never! I would rather stick my hand down the meat grinder than go out with this lout!”
    Having said her declaration, the waitress executed the smartest about-face anyone on high heels could ever accomplish and walked away.
Chapter Nine
    LAILA LOOKED AT ERIC, who was still staring at the waitress’ behind, the smile still on his face.
    She saw that he was not unattractive. At such a close angle, Laila was able to observe the merits of her blackmailer’s features.
    His head of curly and unruly hair looked like it was just a cap he had put on his head, but the same head of hair framed his head so well that it made his face look shorter and more symmetrical than it actually was. His eyes were wide, but his sleepy look actually played it down and made him look even more attractive.
    Laila noticed a detail then that almost did not register. She was busy inspecting his face, the bridge of his nose, the slight parting of his lips and the proud lift of his chin.
    In the back of her mind, she knew there was something that changed, but could not pin it down. It wasn’t until she noticed his lips part sideways that she caught on what it was.
    And Laila panicked, her face flushed red.
    Eric had been looking back at her, smiling. She blushed. Laila blushed so hard she almost had a panic attack.
    Just a moment ago she did not trust this man and now she was admiring him – and she did not know why. She looked away, trying to appear nonchalant.
    “You know, it’s not polite to stare,” Eric said.
    “What? Huh?” she attempted to deflect.
    “Nice try,” he said, winking.
    “What are you talking about?”
    “Come on, the more you try to deflect, the redder you become. So, are you attracted to me?” he pushed.
    “What? No!”
    “So, I’m not attractive? Not in the least?”
    “No, sorry,” Laila