6.Sugar Daddy

'Embarrassing moments is only just the beginning.'

What did Eren meant by that?

For sure I know, his eyes will tell more than he will say. I slept last night thinking of those electrifying eyes. How can they even be legal?

I was so close to him in the bathroom and I just couldn't handle it. My body was as if on fire, my stomach blazing by the flames and my breathing blocked by the smoke.

That it is. He is inflaming me by progressively adding fuel.

And I need to extinguish this holocaust before I get burned.

But what if—

I'm thrown out of my thoughts when someone snaps his fingers in front of my face, making me jolt once.

I then realise that it's Mrs. Clara, my teacher. She is a gangling brunette, around forty who doesn't only looks serious but actually is. She has been tutoring me since I was twelve. 

Today, all I know is that she was explaining me a weird equation before my mind voyaged to last night.

"Stop dreaming little miss." Her one dark brow is raised, deep pitch-dark eyes glowering at me. "You are not following at all." 

"I-I'm sorry." I say nervously, my fingers playing with my pen. We are actually in the kitchen, sitting at the grand table with our books scattered all over it.

Mrs. Clara's eyes narrowed. "Are you in love my little bird?" She asks casually, pushing her black framed glasses unto her face.

I gasp. "Love?" 

But then our conversation is disrupted when Eren walks in the kitchen, giving us a polite nod. That strange sensation in my stomach is back at the sight of him. It must be because of what happened last night. But I can't deny. He is looking so enticing in his grey sweatpants and black vest which puts to exhibition his delicious tanned, muscular arms. How good must it feel to have those arms wrapped around your body.

Damn Hayat, you need to stop this!

Eren opens the fridge, takes out a bottle of coca cola and guzzles it up.

"Um, I've never seen you before in this house." My teacher finally speaks out after staring at him for about one minute.

He stops drinking and looks at us, his tongue quickly darting out to lick the liquid on his lips.

"You're her boyfriend?" Mrs. Clara asks, her small lips thrusted out.

Heat creeps up my neck.

"N-no." I blurt out. "He is—"

"I'm her sugar daddy." Eren declares.

My eyes widen. What the hell?

"Pardon me?" Mrs. Clara says, not sure she heard properly.

Eren gives me a wink, signaling me to play the game as he puts back the bottle in the fridge. 

My heart begins beating fast. What is he intending to do?

He stretches his arms above his head, swaggering to where we are sitting. With an amused air on his face, he places his hands on the table, resting the weight of his body on them. I feel an urge to gulp. He is seducing even when he is not trying to.

"You heard me." Eren sucks in his cheek as he looks at my teacher. "Don't get fooled by my appearance. I'm not as young as I look. I'm twice her age actually." He says, glancing at me, humour dancing in his eyes. 

Twice my age? Holy imagination.

Mrs. Clara has her lips parted in disbelief. She seems shocked.

"I could be your daddy too." Eren adds suggestively, grinning like a devil.

God.

I cover my mouth with my loosely clenched fist, muffling a laugh. Eren looks like he is hardly able to retain himself from bursting into laughter just like I'm. 

Mrs. Clara shuts her eyes briefly, her face crispled. "I'm married." She almost hisses the words.

"Oh, unlucky you." Eren fakes a disappointed smile. "I could have taken you upstairs," he tucks his tongue in his cheek. "In my pleasure room."

And that's it.

I couldn't hold it any longer. I burst out of laughter. "G-god, I can'tttt." I chortle out loud, grabbing my belly. "Stop it Eren." Tears of joy are filling my eyes. I don't remember the last time I've laughed that hard.

Eren laughs with me, his proud and throaty guffawings filling the kitchen.

But we immediately hush up as we realise that Mrs. Clara is glaring at us, the type that can scare a kid to death. 

I clear my throat, coming back to seriousness. "He is just my bodyguard." I explain briefly, trying to soothe the situation with a small smile.

"Argh." Eren groans. "You ruined everything. I was scaring the hell out of her. I would have got rid of her for you but yo—"

He stops in mid-sentence, swallowing his grin as he realises that Mrs. Clara can actually hear him. She has her arms crossed over chest, giving Eren a disgusted look.

"Euh, excuse me. " Eren smirks. "Ma'am."

Irritated, Mrs. Clara clenches her jaw. "Instead of being a cocky little boy, come and explain to her this number." She orders through gritted teeth.

"I'm a BIG boy Ma'am." Eren says cockily.

The way he said 'big' with the tip of his tongue pressed on his front teeth, made my mind instantly snapped with dirty thoughts. Or maybe he really meant it in that way. I blush for some reasons.

"And Mathematics is my biggest heartbreak." Eren says dramatically, placing a hand on his left chest.

I chuckle. I remember, we both hated Mathematics since little.

Mrs. Clara had enough. Her lips are pressed into a tight line as she is tapping her feet under the table, doing her best to ignore my bodyguard. I just pray that she won't give me a tonne of homeworks to punish me for having been Eren's accomplice in this joke.

Thankfully, Eren's phone suddenly rings. He quickly takes it out from his pocket but glances at us hesitantly on seeing the number. Looking away, he decides to pick up the call. "Y-yeah." He lets out shortly. His brows narrowed on listening attentively to the person on the other line. 

His eyes then widen a little and he begins to rub his face. "Alright. Alright." He sighs, his voice sounding tensed. "Just keep me informed."

What's going on?

"Thanks man." Eren smiles before ending up the call. He glides the phone back in his pocket and looks back at us, the anxiousness on his face has vanished. 

"So, it was nice to meet you Ma'am." He says to Mrs. Clara in a pretended amiable tone. "Have a good day."

He then looks at me. I can recognise the mischievous air which is back on his face. He has not yet finished. "See you later." He winks at me. "Baby girl."

Oh lord.

I cover my mouth with my hands, refraining myself from laughing again. That guy is too much.

As Eren walks out of the kitchen, Mrs. Clara rolls her eyes, muttering some grumbles.

"Lock yourself in your room when there is just you and him in the house." She whispers, her lips pouted in repugnance. "He seems to be a freak."

For sure, he is one. But the thing she doesn't know is that every night, it's only him and I in the house.

"I think you need a new bodyguard to protect yourself from that bodyguard." Mrs. Clara says jokingly.

And that's where she is wrong. I'm lucky enough to have bodyguard who smiles.

No, who makes me smile instead.

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