L.A.

ERICKSON ROERIG:

Ruth's condition...

It's kind of funny.

Ever since we board the plane and made her to rest her head on my lap, she has been sleeping.

The entire journey from NYC to LA she kept sleeping, she can't be this tired to sleep too much.

And then I realised, due to chemical imbalance inside her head, she forgot to wake up!

Well that's for better anyways, I don't even want to hear her non-sensible talk.

I'm a fan of silence or maybe a fan of her screams echoing inside this silence.

"We're about to hit the runway, your highness!" The pilot announced from his cabin and I woke up from a little nap I took in between.

Ruth was sleeping soundly, hugging me close to herself.

I chewed on my own saliva and blinked a few times so I could be stark awake and then gently caress Ruth's hair.

"Ruth, baby! Are you alright, can you get up?" I ask

"I-I'm t-trying b-but I-I d-don't k-know h-how t-to!" She replied.

Ugh!

Seems like the shock went too much.

"Open your eyes, amore, slowly, part your eye lashes."

She blinked vigorously a few times and she opened her eyes.

When the plane changed its motion approaching the runway, Ruth, out of her usual habit hugged me closer, sitting into my lap.

"I-I'm s-scared!" She mumbled.

"I know you are!" I replied playing with her hairs.

She is afraid of landing and take off. It scares the shit out of her. There were countless times she would grab my arm and scratch the shit out of it through her sharp nails.

She left me only once the jet hit the runway.

"Can you walk on your own or do you want me to carry you around?" I asked.

She is just 46 kilograms.

Easy to carry.

She hugged me tightly again, and roaming her face into my chest and shoulders started to act bratty like a little girl,

"I-It h-hurts t-to w-walk!"

"Alright then!" I say and get up, with her in my arms.

She, like a good girl, wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms wrapped around my neck, her head buried into my shoulders.

As we climbed down the jet approaching our car she looked around herself.

There were expensive cars and jets parked behind on the runway. Her eyes grew big as she looked back in my face excited,

"Are there other people too owning these jets and cars?"

I looked back to where she was pointing, and scoffed at her cuteness. She has never asked me about the things I own before.

Maybe because she used to be too busy crying to notice all these perks around me?

"This area is my private runway baby, and all these jets and cars are mine!" I said.

She looked at me, her eyes grew big.

"Really?" She asked excited, "can we go on them too?"

I frown, "Ofcourse we can, but aren't you scared of jets amore?"

"Em!" She bit her lower lip.

Fuck! ¡tan lindo!

I placed her inside the car gently as Marco approached me with a stern expression on his face.

"Sir!"

I shake hands with him.

"Welcome to L.A. Mr. Roerig! Rico informed me about your arrival. Since he won't be accompanying you, I have arranged for all the securities here for the safety of you and your better half!"

Better half?

I glance at Ruth sitting inside the car and she out of her usual silly habit was blowing her warm breath over the window and then using her index to draw funny cartoons over it.

An unconscious smile curled up face.

Fuck, was I blushing?!

"Ahem!"

I took a deep breath to let go of that embarrassing state of mind and returned to my stern self

"All this wasn't needed. I asked Rico to stay back because I wanted some privacy out of all these security people!"

I say.

Seriously, armed people, a series of cars and even an helicopter?!

"Since you're out of your city and Rico is not here to accompany you, the enemies can get to you very easily sir. We are only trying to be committed to your safety."

"I can take care of myself, Marco! I'm here for a peaceful vacation with my-"

Ahem!

"Just escort us to XanderVilla and then you all can leave us alone!" I say.

"Alright then, Sir!"

He did a salute and escorted me to my car.

Ruth hugged me closer as soon as I entered inside the car.

"I like you!" she said, her nose tickling my ears, "You smell good!"

"It doesn't hurt to speak anymore?" I raised my brows at her and she blushed, hiding her face into my lap.

She stared out of the window with her eyes growing big,

"You have a helicopter following you around?!"

"That would be for safety!" I say and glare at Marco seated besides the driver in front.

"That's too much invasion in privacy!" She pouts.

Marco smiled and turned around talking to Ruth, "Your man is a very high profile celebrity Missus Roerig. If all these security won't be surrounding him anyone could hurt him. He is surrounded with enemies all around!"

Missus Roerig?

I smiled again

Damn, what the fuck is wrong with me?!

Marco doesn't think of Ruth as my slut. Ofcourse, nobody does. She has an own charm on her face. No matter what kind of background she comes from, her beauty, her grace, everything define her as an elite.

Nobody can misread her as my whore, but they would only think that she is my lover/girlfriend/fiance/wife!

Ruth got closer to my ears and whispered lightly, "Are we married?"

"No?" I replied

"Then why did he call me with your name?" She asked.

I looked at her smiling.

My thumb went on her lower lip to caress

I got lost in her beautiful brown eyes again!

"Do you like being called by my name, amore?" I ask.

"Yes, I do!" She said and hugged me tightly.

Yes, I do!

I wish you said this in the church four years ago, amore!

Our car soon approached the gates of our mansion in Malibu.

Ruth started looking out of the window with her jaw dropped, stars in her eyes.

I've never been to L.A. with her, she was watching all of these things for the first time.

And with her brain fucked up like that die to the shock therapy earlier, She was acting like a teenager watching all of this luxury around her.

As if she hasn't seen all of this before.

"Wow, this house is yours?" She asked.

I was reading a magazine, I didn't look up just said, "Nope! I stole it in the bargain!"

"Huh?" She looked at me.

"Kidding!" I smiled putting down the magazine as Marco opened out the gates for me

His guards approached Ruth, but she started cowering backwards.

"I-I w-wanna g-go w-with m-my E-Eric!" She said.

Marco looked at me worried.

"It's okay, I can carry her around!" I say and the guards dropped the idea of carrying her instead of me

They were my men, they would do anything that provides me the comfort.

Also, they know Ruth cannot walk on her own.

"Come here!" I say, leaning down inwards from the door and she hopped to me, her arms wrapped around my shoulders as I scooped her up in my arms

Her legs immediately crossed over my waist as she buried her head again into the crook of my neck.

"I love the way you smell!"

She whispered into my ears. Her breathing was husky from all the hopping she did just now and she had absolute no idea how seductive she sounded just now.

"Glad, I do!"

I whispered back into her ears husky again.

She started roaming her face all over my head and I knew she was suddenly turned on too much.

"You can't have sex now, Ruth!" I said, before she tries rubbing her ass on my crotch, with the way she was wrapped inside my arms

"Why not?!" She pouted.

Damn,she is so hot right now!

"Because you're ripped down there, can't you feel the pain?" I asked again.

"Em!" She bit her lower lip, blushing.

Fuck!

"I-I'm s-sorry!" She mumbled.

"Why?" I ask.

She didn't say anything just hugged me more closer and rest her head on my shoulder.

I didn't approach her further to answer. She is tired, I know.

While crossing from my parking lot she became attentive again.

She loves cars, doesn't she?!

"Wow, So all the people living here are crazy rich, right?" She asked.

I smiled, said nothing.

"So which one is ours?" She asked.

"All of them!" I say, approaching upstairs casually to the living room of our new home!