Eric's POV
I groaned as my eyes fell open, immediately taking in her scent. It clung to every surface in my bedroom, as if not wanting to let go. A smirk found its way to my lips as I sat up, rubbing my hair with my left hand.
She was gone.
I could tell even before I looked at the space beside me. We'd had little sleep, our bodies finding each other repeatedly in the dark. Her moans were as raw and soft as velvet and the scent of her skin was enough for me to want to drown in it.
We'd both had little strength left and I'd half expected to still meet her here this morning.
At least, her disappearance meant she was not interested in my money. That was such a sharp contrast with all the other girls that flocked around me every night I made an appearance.
They all wanted a taste of the Vaughn wealth, and I thought that was very shallow.
But this girl…
I had no idea why I was still thinking about her. I didn't even know her name.
It was just a one-night stand. Nothing new. I needed to leave it that way.
Making my way to the bathroom, I turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on my face, reveling in the feeling. Finally getting the sleep out of my eyes, I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
I wasn't one to do one-night stands because of my personality and standing in the city, but for some reason, all my principles vanished last night.
And I knew it had everything to do with that girl. She was trouble and it was best I didn't go looking for it all over again.
Returning to my room, I stopped by my closet to grab a pair of shorts, tossing it onto the hand of the couch until I was ready to put it on. I plopped down on my bed and buried my face in my hands, taking in a deep breath.
"He is still asleep, Sir!" One of my men suddenly said from downstairs, his voice carrying all the way to me. A loud bang followed quickly from the living room, one that made me angle my head. Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I cursed when I saw it was almost 9 am.
My nephew's wedding was in another hour and I was still in bed. Getting my tall frame up, I grabbed the pair of shorts hanging from my couch and sauntered down the stairs, wondering what the chaos was all about.
The minute I reached the base of the stairs, quite unexpectedly, my nephew appeared out of nowhere and pushed at me, his fist almost hitting me square in the nose if my men hadn't sprung into action, keeping him at bay.
My first reaction was to pull back, wondering why he was here and not at the chapel, preparing for his own wedding and awaiting his bride.
"Let me go!" he yelled, fighting hard against my men. "Can't you hear me? Let me go this minute!"
"They won't let you go, Ethan," I said, moving further into the living room. "At least, not until I ask them to."
"Get me a glass of water, please," I instructed one of my men, saying nothing else until he disappeared into the kitchen and re-entered a moment later with the water. I took a huge gulp and slid the glass onto the side stool before looking up at Ethan, who was still struggling with my men.
"Ethan, kid," I called slowly. "May I ask why you are in my villa, attacking me this early in the morning rather than getting ready for your own wedding? Or are you here throwing tantrums because something didn't go your way?"
"Wedding?" Ethan spat the rage in his eyes finally shining through.
"Isn't that what we are supposed to be doing today?" I questioned, regarding him closely. My nephew looked like he had been in quite a shock this morning, his curly brown hair all over the place.
But he also had the time to put together his outfit, a crispy white shirt with matching pants, and fine black leather slides. It couldn't be that serious then.
"There will be no wedding, Uncle, and that is all thanks to you."
Now, I was as confused as any other person in that room. Of course, apart from my nephew, Ethan. Blinking rapidly, I moved closer to him and narrowed my gaze. "What are you saying?"
"My wedding has been called off, or rather I had to call my wedding off."
I signaled my men to let go of him, certain he wouldn't try to attack me again. "Ethan, did something happen?"
He scoffed. "I can't believe you are deciding to act all clueless, Eric."
"This is the first time in a while that you've called me by my name," I muttered. "The last time you did that, I told you you couldn't sneak out to see that girl when you were still in High School."
"Well, I am not that little boy anymore, and this girl is not some stupid high schooler. She was supposed to be my wife!"
I wasn't sure I was following.
"Your wife? Miss. Flynn?"
"Don't you dare say her name!" he barked, threatening to come towards me again, but one look from my men had him staying put.
"Okay. So, this has something to do with your fiancée, and apparently me. But I haven't even met her before. You were going to introduce her to me today at the wedding, remember?"
"Well, there wouldn't be any need for that, because you finally fucked your way into knowing her."
"Ethan…"
"It is all over the internet, Uncle. It is the reason I called the wedding off. In no world would I have been prepared to see on Instagram, that my own uncle had sex with my fiancée just one night before our wedding."