Chapter 30: Utterly Obsessed With You
RUTH WALKER:
After the match was over, Eric was surrounded by girls swooning all over him but he just glared at everyone and they all let him be alone.
Meanwhile, the authorities finally called an ambulance and shifted the dead body inside the van driving it to the hospital.
I feel really bad for Joey. His death was gonna haunt me for a while now.
What surprised me the most was the fact that nobody, not even a single person cared about what just happened
here.
After they took away Joey's body to the ambulance I stood up getting stronger, wiped away my tears and stormed in the direction of the men's locker room where Eric must have gone for a quick shower.
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"ERICKSON ROERIG!!"
I stormed inside the men's locker room and called out his name in extreme rage.
He was standing against the walls all wet, freshly out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around his lower abdomen.
And he looked up at me.
My eyes stopped at his body, soaked with water, he looked so fucking hot. His biscuits were shining like pearls due to the water all over him.
I bet I couldn't take my eyes off his toned muscles, as I could hear the speeding of my heart throbbing hard inside my chest.
'lub-dub'
'lub-dub'
'lub-dub'
"WHAT?!"
He growled at me after I didn't say a word for a complete minute.
And his growl got me back to my senses as I realised why in the first place did I come here.
The crazy that I was already in rage, I stormed towards him, grabbed him from his chest and started punching his chest one after another furiously.
"You fucking bastard!! How could you DO THIS TO HIM?!"
I started crying and punching his chest again and again.
He frowned unpleased, glaring into my eyes,
"What did I do?"
"Do not fucking pretend like you didn't do anything!! I saw what you did!! You killed a guy there in the ring, that too deliberately! IT WASN'T AN ACCIDENT!!"
I attempted a few more hits on his strong chest with my weak hands but this time he scooped both my hands in between.
"Do not. fucking. touch. me!!"
He glared at me and his hand's grip over my wrist got even more tighter than before.
"Ahh... Eric!" I squirmed in pain and he smirked, squeezing some more.
"You seem to be a little too sad about that man dying there? Why? Was he your boyfriend??"
He said pulling me into his chest, his lips tracing my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.
"No he wasn't!"
I used all the force that I had in me and pushed him off of myself, but he didn't let go of my wrist.
"LEAVE MY HAND!!"
I tried twisting my wrist inside his grip and it hurt even more,
"Ahh!! You're hurting me!"
He had a smirk of a devil printed across his sexy thin lips.
Damn what am I thinking!
"Tell me something I don't know, amore!" He winked biting his lower lip.
Suddenly, we heard some of the guys walking inside the men's locker room which was all empty with only the two of us here until now.
Shit! If the guys saw me here with this jerk alone in this situation, they would think that I'm a bitch who's here to seduce this jerk! It would be so embarassing!!
Eric looked over at my face for a brief moment there and then suddenly pulled me with himself inside one of the shower rooms.
My face turned all red standing inside his arms so close inside a shower room.
I could feel "his thing" on my thighs, only a towel separating us both.
He wasn't hard though.
I looked up at his face, he held no emotions, no expressions. He wasn't even looking at me. But then he pulled me inside with himself so the boy's couldn't see me with him.
Was he trying to protect me or the fact that his name would be stuck alongwith mine seemed irritating to him?
The boys were talking and laughing about something meanwhile I was inside one of the shower rooms,
with Eric, his cologne hitting my brain cells, making me crazy.
I love the bastard's perfume.
Damn Ruth stop it!
I love how his muscles were pressed against my body.
Seriously Ruth?!
Fuck he is so hot!!
What is WRONG WITH ME?!
We were standing too close to each other. The shower room was too small made only for one person to just stand there, so the closeness.
Eric looked down on me finally and I looked everywhere but in his compelling dark green orbs.
"If he wasn't your boyfriend, how does it matter if I hurt him or even kill him?" He asked, "It shouldn't be such a bother to you, right?"
He suddenly turned on the knob of the shower so the sound of the running shower could shut off our talking sound.
Making the two of us all wet!
I was getting wet against Eric's chest, unable to look anywhere but his face as I felt his hand gently sliding down to my butt curve, his face roaming through my hairs seductively.
His warm breath was going all through me making me weak in my knees.
"Fuck!" He cursed in his sexy, husky, hoarse but dominant voice. "Don't do this!"
I looked up at him confused, with all the water washing us both.
What was I even doing that he wants me to stop?
"Your hands!" He mumbles, trying to control himself, "They are touching my chest."
And I realised that just now, that I was touching his chest, like a lover inside his arms.
"Just don't do that, or I'll lose my mind and fuck you right here in shower!"
I flushed hard and immediately took my hands off his body.
He kept looking at me with his dominating pair of sexy green eyes, his head linked with mine, his breath blowing the tip of my nose.
"You are very, very rude!!" I said, daring to finally meet up his eyes with mine, "And you have no sense of how to talk to a girl!"
I said and he suddenly grabbed my left hand's wrist extremely tightly inside his grip
"Ahhm!!"
It hurts, can he stop inflicting pain on me every time we talk?!
"Eric! Leave Me!!"
I shouted but it didn't affect him.
I tried getting away from him but he pulled me back up closer against himself hard, my boobs, pressed against his hard chest.
I looked up at him, flushed again. The way my heart was drumming, I'm sure he could feel it through his skin pressed against mine.
"You touched that guy and cleaned up his fucking face with this very hand of yours, didn't you?!"
He asked, and I wondered for a moment which guy was he talking about?!
He hovered his head through my hairs, breathing into me as I looked down, my eyes clenched.
He is so sexy in this moment that I can't think straight at all!
"His forehead, his nose, his fucking lips?!"
He gnashed his jaw in anger and I looked up at him a little scared.
Why is he so weird?
One moment he is the angel of hotness and the other devil in disguise?!
"How does that matter?!" I demanded him, pushing him away from myself.
Seriously, whoever I touch, whatever I do, how does it concern him?!
And he suddenly pulled me closer again, my body connected with his again. I felt his thing against my things again, but this time it felt a little harder than before.
"It's a good thing that he wasn't your
boyfriend. Or..." He swayed his head back and glared into my eyes with his,
"I would have not just killed him..."
I looked up at him, okay now he is back to the scary himself again,
"...I would have completely wiped off even the fact that he was ever existing on this land."
I looked into his eyes.
He was horrifying me but damn, I couldn't help myself not to stare back at him.
He had my left wrist held tightly inside his grip, he applied pressure on my wrist further and a shooting pain stung all through me.
With that he cracked my wrist bone, breaking the bone of my hand.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh" I roared in pain.
He jerked my hands off of himself and I held it tightly with my other hand, unable to stand anymore. I screamed loudly and he suddenly clamped my mouth with his fist against the wall.
Tears of pain flowing down my cheeks slowly, when his face leaned extremely closer to mine, his nose, teasing my cheeks, it's tip brushing off my flowing tears of shooting pain surging all through me.
"You don't even deserve a boyfriend like him."
He breathed out in my ears loud and clear.
I looked up at him, my tears blurring my vision of his face and he smirked like a devil again.
"YOU DESERVE SOMEONE WHO IS UTTERLY O.B.S.E.S.S.E.D. WITH ALL OF YOU!!"
He said and jerked my wrist off of his hold slamming the door open and walked out of the men's locker room
I slouched down on the wet floor with the shower still running down, making me wet.
I was a crying mess over my broken wrist alone, shivering under the cold water washing my tears.
Weekly Power Status
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Ranking 
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