Chapter:- 10.
Eric put his thoughts to a stop and started working on the cases. While he was reading a case, the official telephone rang. He picked it up and said
Eric:- Hello. Police officer Eric Wilson speaking. How may I help you?
William:- Hi, Officer Eric.
Eric recognised this voice.
Eric:- Mr. William. You are back?
William:- Nope. I just wanted to tell you that I have transferred Mr. Andrew's money to his bank account.
Eric:- While writing the case said:- Why are you telling me this? You should call Mr. Andrew.
William:- I don't have his number. That's why I called you. I am busy with some work, so I can't personally come and give it to him.
Eric, still waiting said:- You mean some illegal work?
Eric said, knowing definitely he is busy with corrupt work.
William laughed and said:- Why are you interested in criminals?
Eric: You are wrong. I am not interested in criminals. I am interested in what they are doing.
William:- Don't risk your life. Officer. You don't have to know what we do. Fear from us.
Eric, tired of this bullshit, said:- Wow. A cowardly mafia is asking me to fear him even though I saved your life.
William:- That's your duty. You can't run away. You Police Officers have such a big heart, so much that you are willing to save a person who kills so many people.
Eric:- We are helpless in this situation. But don't worry. Times are changing, so are we.
William:- I am surprised that you are controlling your temper.
Eric:- I am in a good mood.
William:- And what is the reason behind that?
Eric does not want to tell William that he is in a good mood because of the luxury gift he received and a personal invitation.
Eric doesn't need permission to change a topic.
Eric:- You have destroyed my mood now by asking me to do a task. I am not anyone's slave.
William:- It's a favour, I am asking for. And you have promised the Prince that you will take the responsibility of the money. Now Police Officer Eric who is so pure and honest won't go back against his promise? Right?
William said sarcastically.
Eric has proven himself again and again. One of things he despises is that people judge him with their own limitations.
Eric:- Fine! I will do it, BUT, I want something in return for it.
William knew what he would say, said:- You will get your secret information. This is the second you are asking for it.
Eric:- And I will ask it every time you have a "favour" for me.
Eric: You are a smart coward billionaire.
William:- I will take the compliment. Good bye officer.
Eric:- Have a worst day. Bye.
Eric put down the telephone and his eyes landed on the box which was on a table.
Eric, wanting to see the box, after continuous 4 hours, finishes his work, puts down his today's report in Jack's office and straight goes to his home.
Besides seeing miserable criminals,
He gets excited when he receives gifts.
Eric reached his home quickly and showered, heated his food and went straight to open the gift.
Eric opened the giant black box revealing the suit packed in the transparent wrapper. It was a black suit, Eric could immediately tell that this suit is not an average suit. It could be imported, or It could be made in the country. Eric could look at the suit all day. It is made with such detail that Eric realises, it must be expensive too. Eric was surprised to see that It has his exact size of suit. Andrew really has an eye of detail.
6 hours ago.
At Andrew's office.
Andrew said to his secretary:- Arrange a meeting with our family tailor, Mr. Sebastian at my Villa.
Secretary:- Sure sir.
At Andrew's Villa:-
Sebastian:- Good morning, Prince Andrew. How's Prince Andrew feeling?
Andrew:- Fine. Mr. Sebastian. You don't need to say "Prince Andrew" at my home. You can just do that in the Family.
Sebastian: I would be dead if I did that. Prince Andrew.
Andrew: Whatever. Have a seat
Sebastian - I can't sit in the presence of you. Prince Andrew.
Andreas :- Then a separate seat would do right?
Sebastian:- Prince Andrew is so kind. Indeed.
Andrew:- You may be thirsty. Have a glass of juice.
Sebastian:- I am feeling thirsty. You know me so well. Prince Andrew.
Andrew:- Of course. You are my senior. I have known you since high school. It's a pain to see that you have to respect me just because I am Prince. You're older. I should respect you. Please speak informally.
Sebastian:- I don't know about others. But you have never misbehaved with me. Let's keep the reputation boundary.
Andrew:- You never listen to me.
Sebastian:- I am older than you by 4 years. I will not accept you or I speaking informally to each other.
Andrew:- Ok. I am out of words.
Sebastian put down the glass of juice and said:- Now what is it that Prince Andrew wants me to do?
Andrew:- You know that my father is going to hold a gathering.
Sebastian:- Sure, I do know.
Andrew:- So you need to make a suit according to this gathering.
Sebastian:- Your suit has already been made. If you want changes in it, I would certainly do that.
Andrew:- No, Not for me.
Sebastian:- Then for who?
Andrew:- A person who is the reason for this gathering. Police officer Eric Wilson.
Sebastion:- I definitely know him from the news. You want me to make a suit for the gentleman?
Andrew nodded, further said:- Yes. A custom made.
Sebastian:- Then, I must need his measurements in order for me to make a suit for the gentleman.
In this situation, Andrew must be confused because he didn't know his measurements. But surprisingly, Andrew did know his measurements.
Sebastian:- You have his measurements, Sir?
Andrew:- No.
Sebastian:- Then bring the gentleman here and I will certainly take his measurements.
Andrew:- That's not necessary. I don't have his measurements, but I do know his measurements. I have seen him closely.
Andrew started having a flashback of Eric when he was being forcefully checked. How his skin was looking, how his lips were looking so red, how his hair was so messy, how his collarbones were looking sharp and dense, Andrew remembers all that clearly. He can't seem to forget that sight of Eric. Now, Andrew is starting to have his own imagination in broad daylight.
Andrew's own imagination:-
Eric was in a wide room, against a wall. Eric was in his own Police Officer uniform, having a slutty look on his face, starting to touch himself lightly, slowly.
Andrew was controlling him in his imagination.
Wow, he could never do what I made him do in my imagination.
Andrew was sitting in a chair, admiring him. Andrew was looking at the places his hands touched.
Eric was slowly, gently touching his collarbones, being sensitive at his own touch.
Little moans escaped from Eric's mouth.
Sebastian:- Sir?
Eric makes expressions that made Andrew flustered, nervous and was hesitant to look away from the sight.
Eric looked into Andrew's eyes and Andrew freezed at that moment.
Andrew was stunned at his imagination. What is he? A teenager?
Andrew withdraw from his imagination because of Eric.
Lust was filled in his eyes, his heart pounding, eyes red, moving irregularly.
All because of Eric.
Sebastian thought he was ill, said:- Are you sick? Do you still have panic attacks?! Why don't you take your medicines?!
Sebastian misunderstood his situation, searched through his bag to find a painkiller, panicking because he didn't have any.
Andrew:- I am fine. I am not having a panic attack. Relax.
Sebastian:- Then why were you looking like that?
Andrew:- Just my stupid imagination.
Sebastian:- Are you sure you are not sick?
Andrew:- Yes, I am definitely sure. Let's start with his measurements. How many body parts are required for the measurements?
Sebastian, holding his pen and his book, said:- Widths and lengths of shoulders, arms, legs, back, waist and height of the person.
Andrew:- Ok. We have to work on the suit because I don't clearly know his measurements. I have just an idea of it. A range of his body, to be exact.
Sebastian:- Don't worry. Sir. I will do something to make a best suit for the gentleman.
Andrew:- He has to look his best.
Sebastian:- He saved your life. He do deserves this. Now, I will ask questions and you will give me your answers. Then, I will make samples of the suit according to the answers.
Andrew:- Sounds nice.
Sebastian:- What is the gentleman's height?
Andrew:- 178cm.
Sebastian:- What is his shoulders width?
Andrew imagined his shoulders. tilting his head, trying to touch his shoulders, but stopped when people around him were curiously looking at him even Sebastian. What is he doing? touching air?
Andrew cleared his throat, stood up from his chair and said:- I am going to a room and will come out when I have a measurement of his shoulder.
What kind of shitty nonsense was that?
People can't question him, only nodded at his words, but definitely judged his choices and methods.
Sebastian:- Sure.
Andrew do know that people judged him and why wouldn't they? He was openly trying to touch Eric's shoulders in his imagination, though people not know that. That's practically a harassment. Andrew entered the room, dim the lights, sat on his sofa and convinced himself that he was doing this only for work purposes because he want Eric to look his best when he meets the King. Andrew was not feeling any shame in doing this.
Andrew's own imagination:-
Andrew imagined Eric in that position from his previous imagination, he got closer to Eric, stopped Eric's hands, and started touching him with his own two hands.
Andrew was focusing on Eric's body, seeing his shoulders and gently, slowly roamed his hands on his shoulders. Eric's little moans escaped from his mouth one by one. Andrew got too close to his shoulders, not able to get an idea of his width, Andrew roughly roamed his hands on to his shoulders. Now, Eric was making such faces, which Andrew was not able to resist. He kept looking at face. For few seconds, he diverted his gaze to his shoulders, then back to his face. Andrew now started touching his arms when he got an idea of his width of his shoulders. Andrew was panting heavily because he wants to questionable things to Eric's body. He knows this is purely lust, but he couldn't understand why he was looking at his face again and again. After getting the length of his arms, he started roaming his hands on his back. Eric arched his back at his touch.
Andrew:- Stay still.
Eric:- Make me.
Eric demanded.
Andrew forcefully ignoring him. Made him stay still by his one hand and his another hand was roaming his waist after his back. Eric's waist was soft, making Andrew to grab it even more.
Andrew:- You have got a thin waist.
Eric:- Ah..!
Eric suddenly moaned.
Eric:- Stop roaming your hands on that place!
Andrew gulped, said:- I can't seem to control your expressions. You like that?
Eric didn't answer or Andrew controlled him to not answer.
Andrew moved his hands from his waist to his legs. Fleshy skim with a little redness. Now because this was the last body part to take a measurement for, Andrew touched it lightly.
Eric flinched at his touch, said:- You're hands are cold.
Andrew:- You're skin is too warm.
Andrew looked at his face, Eric lips were all red. Face flushed. Andrew wanted to kiss him but stopped and backed off. Eric's hands falling out from Andrew's neck which Eric did it so that he can rest his arms on Andrew's neck. Andrew stopped his imagination by himself. What was he about to do? Kiss him? HIM?!
Andrew:- Shit, I am done for.