Lust in Ecstasy: Love, Lies and Revenge

I knew Eric was a crazy person, from the way he handled things. Like the time he got out of paying a 500k fine... that he absolutely deserved by walking into the courthouse during one of his Father's high profile case. Most people would've just paid the fine. Not Eric.

Instead, he sat in on a few hearings, watched how the lawyers argued, then strolled up to the clerk's office and talked his way into a meeting with a junior prosecutor. In ten minutes, he had them convinced the sign on the courtroom was misleading, the fine was issued unfairly, and if they didn't drop it, he'd drag the city into a lawsuit so tedious it wasn't worth the trouble.

They dropped it.

When I asked him later how the hell he pulled that off, he just shrugged. "People don't care about being right, Ladi. They just want the easiest way out. Give them that, and they'll always give in."

And that was Eric. Not even a lawyer yet but already thinking like one. He could talk circles around anyone, twist a conversation in his favor, and make you feel like agreeing with him was your idea all along.

And right now, he was using all of that on me. I knew this, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

"You ain't got a damn thing to worry about, mate. Just show up and look pretty... I'll handle the rest," Eric said, taking a big bite of his pizza.

We left the arcade earlier after I kept yelling at him, calling him crazy for even thinking he could pull something like that off. We ended up drawing attention to ourselves, so he suggested we leave and head to the nearest restaurant.

"But how? We don't even have the evidence you're on about... The videos are all gone, the posts have been deleted," I said, scrolling through my feed on Twitter unable to find any trace of the posts.

"And what's that tell ya, then? Use that tiny brain o' yours." He said pointing to his head.