The second her cheeks started to blush I had to hold back laughing. God this girl was so shy about everything.
I had come downstairs and saw her father in the kitchen and went over to say hi. Unlike Ella, I didn't think a nineteen-year-old having a boy in her room was an issue.
"Hey Aaron."
"Eros? What brings you by?"
"Talking to Ella."
"Really?" I knew her parents wouldn't think I was here for some naughty business in her room.
"Yeah, Damien took something from the 42nd street gang and they want Ella to find it. Do you have any clue where Damien would hide bullshit of his?"
"No, not really. Is Ella, ok? She doesn't know how to handle herself with gangs." I could see the instant worry all over Aaron's face for his daughter. She wasn't his blood but he babied her like his own. More so than even her mom.
"She'll be fine. Going to take her out to look around a bit. As long as we return whatever he took it'll be fine." I waved it off as nothing. It really wasn't though. Jose wasn't one to mess around with. Once this was done Ella should probably get out of California. She didn't really belong here anyways.
"Ok. Let me know if I can help. Ella is a sweet girl and doesn't understand how harsh the world can be. Thank you for looking out for her. I appreciate it." He tapped my shoulder and returned to his newspaper.
"No worries."
"Wait! You were in her room? Ella let you in her room?"
"Let is a strong word. I don't have time to baby her like everyone else."
"Be nice to my little girl." He chuckled at me.
He knew I wasn't really any threat. I've known Aaron since I was born and he was like a second father to me. He always tried to get his son to be more like me too and I'm sure that just made Damien rebel more.
Once Ella came downstairs, I was halfway impressed. She didn't look like a scared little mouse hiding in baggy clothes. She upgraded from twelve to fifteen nicely. I of course teased her then her father did too. She was so embarrassed it was adorable.
"Let's go." I grabbed my keys "Bye Aaron, I'll keep you posted. Let me know if you think of anything."
"Thanks Eros. I'll text you if anything comes to mind." He gave Ella a kiss on the forehead. "Be careful and listen to Eros. If anything happens call me, ok."
"Ok, daddy." She gave him a hug then looked at me suspiciously.
The second we got in my jeep she started fidgeting with her nails. Something Ella always did when she was nervous.
"Question, Doll?"
"Did you tell my dad about the bag?"
"Yeah. He'll let us know if he can think of anywhere Damien might of hid it."
"He said he would text you? You have my dad's phone number."
"Yes Ella. I've known Aaron longer than you have."
"I know. I just thought it was because you were neighbors. I didn't know you were that close."
"Aaron and my dad have been good friends a long time." I really didn't know what else to say. I always talked to Aaron so I didn't know how she didn't know how close we were.
"So where to first?"
"Food then we can stop at some of Damien's old hang out spots." Fuck! Should I bring her along? His friends weren't complete scum, but they would definitely love to take advantage of an innocent little girl like Ella.
I shrugged it off. Maybe if she sees how fucked up people really are it will make her grow up some. She needed to stop looking at the world like it was full of good people you could trust.
I pulled into a diner and got out not waiting for her. By the time I got to the door I realized she was half way behind me. I waved for her to hurry and she started jogging a little.
"Sorry. I didn't know we were in a rush." She smiled sweetly at me but I knew she was being a wise ass.
"Hi, Eros! How can I help you?" The waitress instantly walked over to me batting her eyes. Stacy grew up with us and was a big shot in high school. She got knocked up by the varsity star and he left her behind to pursue his dreams. I felt bad for her, but she was a total flirt, which annoyed me.
"Table for two."
"Awe, is this your little sister. It's so nice of you to take her to breakfast." Stacy smiled at Ella like she was five.
"I'm the same age as you Stacy. We had calculus together Senior year." Ella huffed.
"Really! Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Ella Jones." She pointed to herself but Stacy brushed it off.
"Well, there were so many kids in our school I barely remember them all." Stacy flipped her hair to the side then grabbed my arm to escort me to a table. Someone was still stuck in high school mode.
"How have has life been Eros? I hear you're taking over your dad's company."
"Once I finish college, I'll start working there full time. It'll be a while until I take anything over." Everyone knew I would take it over one day but I was hoping to delay that as long as possible. My dad just turned fifty anyways. He wasn't retiring anytime soon.
I handed my menu to Ella since Stacy acted like she didn't exist. Ella of course sat there quietly not saying a word. She never stuck up for herself and it was irritating as hell.
"You know Stacy remembers you. That was just a jab at how small she thinks of you."
"Yes, Eros. I'm aware of how little everyone thinks of me here."
"And you don't care?"
"Of course, I care. Just not enough to change who I am. I would never want to be friends with a person like Stacy anyways."
That actually made sense. I wasn't going to agree with the defenseless victim here though.
"You could fight back, at least a little, instead of just taking everyone's shit."
"Why? So, I can be upset all day. Pissed about myself and how everyone treats me. I'm not a fighter and I'm happy about that."
I don't even know why I bothered trying to help her. Even in high school she never listened.
I remembered one day Stacy and a few of her drones pretended to be nice to Ella. They complimented her looney tunes t-shirt and black jeans, even though everyone knew that was not what anyone would be caught dead in around here. Ella smiled sweetly thanking them, not understanding they were actually making fun of her. They invited her to lunch then made her get them all their food. Once she finally sat down to eat herself Stacy accidentally spilled her milkshake on Ella.
"Remember when Stacy dumped her milk shake on you?" I asked, getting annoyed at the memory.
"Yup! Thanks for bringing that up."
"You ran around getting them food then they ruined your hair and clothes."
"I said I remember, Eros."
I had followed her to the bathroom and she was of course crying. She didn't say a word to any of them, just ran out of the lunch room. I was so fucking pissed I slammed the girl's bathroom door open and yelled for everyone to get out.
"Come over here!" I yelled at little freshman Ella with swollen eyes.
"I'm fine!" She sobbed, walking closer to me.
"You're not fine. You're a mess." I grabbed paper towels from the dispenser and scooped up the ice cream from her clothes shaking it off in the sink.
"Lean your head in the sink. You can't walk around with strawberries in your hair all day."
Ella took a hard gulp then leaned her head to the sink. I made sure the water was warm then washed the side of her hair clean.
"Come on. I have a shirt in my gym bag."
I grabbed her arm, probably a little too rough, but I was fucking annoyed, and walked her to my locker. I pulled out a black t-shirt from my bag and handed it to her.
"You can just throw that one out. It's a kid's shirt anyways."
Ella looked down to the cartoon animals and pouted. "I like this shirt. Roadrunner looks so cute tricking the wildly coyote."
"What? Just change, Ella." She always said weird shit. The roadrunner did look kind of cute with an innocent yet devious smile.
"Why are you so mad at me?"
"Because you always get in some shit and then just sit there and cry."
"Is it not normal to cry when someone dumps their milkshake all over you? I think that would be pretty normal." She spoke low but I knew there was all attitude behind it.
Everyone thought Ella was just shy and polite but I knew her well enough to know most of her words had double meanings to it. She looked down on everyone at school yet let them walk all over her.
"That's normal. Doing nothing every time someone gives you shit isn't. Why didn't you say anything back to Stacy? Bitch slap or something?"
"I don't go around slapping people, Eros."
"Next time just do something other than cry. No one is going to leave you alone if you let them bully you constantly."
"I can handle myself. Thanks for the shirt." She walked away and I headed back to lunch.
I looked at the so-called adult Ella sitting at the table arranging her waffles so there was a piece of fruit on every bite. She even fucking ate her food weird.
"Why didn't you ever tell Stacy to fuck off?"
"Because I don't tell people that."
"So, you just do nothing?"
"I didn't eat in the lunchroom after that. I actually enjoyed the bleachers during football season. Despite you always yelling at me it was cute watching you practice with the other boys."
"Cute?" Girls don't usually use that word to describe the football players getting all hot and sweaty on the field.
"Yeah, cute, you seemed to enjoy playing. Why did you quit?"
"I wasn't that into sports. I like boxing and we didn't have that in high school."
I actually quit because half the team assaulted her. The coach took me to his office to give me a lecture about being a team player and how boys will be boys. I broke the coach's nose then never showed up to practice again.
"Boxing? I didn't know that. You got in a lot of fights at school. I bet you're pretty good." She smiled at me then took a bit of her waffles with the perfect proportion of syrup, butter, and bananas.
"I am. Enjoying your breakfast?" I looked at her like the weirdo she was. Everything made her happy and it wasn't normal.
"It's delicious. My father used to make waffles every Sunday. He added a little vanilla to the batter and they always tasted the best." I saw her smile falter some but quickly hid it.
I knew she was talking about her biological dad that past way before moving here. I didn't know a lot about him but even to this day Ella was a daddy's girl despite him not being around anymore.
"Let's go!"
"I didn't finish my food?" She had like two bites left.
"Eat! I'll pay the bill. I need to shower then we can hit up some old hang out spots of Damien's."
"You dragged me out of bed for breakfast to only have to go back home and change. Shouldn't you have gotten dressed first?"
"I was hungry when I woke up. Now I need new clothes." I got up to pay the bill and we headed back home. I don't understand why she cares. It's not like she has anything else to do today.
The second I dropped her off I ran home to shower. I was planning on just heading around town after breakfast but Ella was annoying me. I had a fucking hard on all morning and Ella would be the last person to take care of it.
The second the warm water hit my body I grabbed myself thinking of that little red riding hood I ate out in my basement a few Halloweens ago. The innocent girl turned all hot and sexy moaning my name. Her pussy tasted so sweet on my lips.
"Fuck, my naughty little red." I grunted feeling myself about to release. "Suck harder baby girl. Just like that." God, I get so worked up thinking about her lips on my dick. She didn't actually suck me off, but that night in my basement, evolved into so much more than just eating her out over the years.
This was my dirty little secret I never told anyone. The one girl that I craved so desperately was one I would never take again, but one I thought about destroying almost every night. So many ways I would fuck that pussy.
"Fuck!" I grunted hard shooting my cum all over the tile. My hand slapped the wall while I slowly pumped myself letting the high wash over me.
Now, I can go pick up that annoying girl next store and get this shit done. Sometimes it really fucking sucks how horny I get. I wasn't going to complain though. It felt so fucking good every time I gave my dick the attention he constantly wanted.