Chapter 26
Eric had caramel-toned skin, dark messy hair, and sharp brown eyes. He's about 6'2 tall. He was rocking a black trench coat over a dark-patterned Hawaiian shirt, paired with black jeans and sturdy boots. He was dressed like almost like a younger version of William butcher from The Boys.
Me and Eric had a thing every time we met, we tried to one-up each other with impressions, mostly accents. Today, he was going full British, which wasn't exactly fair, considering he was born and raised in England before moving to Nigeria at 14.
He strolled over with that cocky swagger, eyes locked on me. "Oi, what took ya so bloody long?" he said, stopping right in front of me.
"I didn't hear the—"
He cut me off with a raised finger, leaning in over my shoulder. He took a deep sniff, then smirked. "You smell like sex, ya cheeky wanker... You finish?"
Before I could even get a word in, he just walked past me, heading straight for the car.
I shook my head, grinning. "Good to see you too, mate."
Lucky for me, he didn't push further because, well... he was right. I did just have sex.
We got into the car, and Eric immediately wrinkled his nose.
"Oi, try not to touch anything with your cum-stained hands, eh? Car's new."
I shot him a look. "Whose car is this, anyway?"