Love Notes

Chapter 9 - Trust issues

Anna's POV

He pulled his phone out of his pocket. He tapped something on it and handed me his phone. I took his phone and looked at the screen. I was shocked. There were our photos in a parking lot in New York.

"I was keeping my identity in secret. I was bored and wanted to be Eros. Just Eros, not the singer Eros nor the heir of the Taptiklis family, Eros Taptiklis. Even my bodyguard had reserved my suite. Nobody had known my real identity there. But after these photos, I thought...maybe it was you. You had found out who I was, and you had informed the paparazzi. I had not known you for a long time. For that, I thought of it. And that timing was wrong too. My new album was going to release two weeks later. And this news was bad for my album. And on the other hand, my father was furious about it too." He continued talking.

"What had been written there?" I murmured, wiping my tears.

"The most popular singer and the heir of a billion dollars Taptiklis Enterprises Holdings Inc., Eros Taptiklis spotted while making out with a mysterious brunette in a parking lot in New York."

I gave him his phone back. He took it and put it into his pocket back.

"And you thought it was me?!" I got up and said, looking disappointed.

He did not even trust me. He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"Yes." He murmured.

"Why did you not ask me?" I asked.

He shook his head without telling anything.

"Because you really believed that it was me without any doubt. And maybe you believe it now too."

He did not say anything.

"I hate you, Eros!" I hit his chest, crying.

"I hate you. I hate you." I repeated this sentence, hitting his chest.

He was standing in front of me without doing anything, letting me hit him. Then he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his embrace. I tried to push him back, but he did not move. He tightened his arms around me. He leaned my head against his chest, stroking my hair, trying to calm me down. I was crying and murmuring this sentence over and over.

We were sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. He wrapped his arm around me. I was leaning my head against him, sobbing.

Eros' POV

I was stroking her hair, smelling her beautiful scent. We were sitting on the floor for more than an hour. Finally, she calmed down a little. Seeing her crying made me feel awful.

I got up and helped her to get up without saying anything. I wrapped my arm around her. She looked so weak. Her hands were cold.

I had caught her by her waist before she fainted. I lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. I placed her on the bed carefully.

She opened her eyes slowly. I poured some water into a glass for her. I helped her to drink some water.

I placed the glass on the nightstand and pulled a blanket over her body. She closed her eyes. I was staring at her, leaning against the wall.

Why did I feel bad? What was special about her made me feel this way? And more importantly why her face appeared every time I closed my eyes.

I sighed and took my jacket off. I placed it on the edge of her bed and lay down beside her. I stroked her hair, staring at her. My beautiful Anna. I kissed her forehead and buried my face into her hair, smelling her hair. I wrapped my arm around her and closed my eyes.

Anna's POV

When I woke up, I was in my bed. Eros was sleeping beside me, burying his face into my hair, his hand on my stomach. I placed my hand on top of his hand and looked at him. I ran my fingertip along his cheek. The man who I loved. Despite all his lies. But it was not easy. He broke my heart.

I lifted his hand up carefully without waking him up. He sighed and rolled over, still sleeping.

I felt nauseated. I got up quickly and rushed to the bathroom, covering my mouth with my hand.

Eros' POV

I stretched out and opened my eyes. I was in her suite.

When I looked at her side, she was not in the bed. I heard noises coming from the bathroom. I got up and walked towards the door. She was vomiting. I knocked on the door.

"Anna, are you fine?" I asked, worried but she did not respond.

"I am coming." I said and opened the door. She gestured to me to walk out, still vomiting but I did not leave. "Do not worry."

I walked closer to her. I held her hair in my grip and rubbed her back.

After vomiting, she washed her face. Her face was still pale.I held her face in my hands.

"Put on your clothes. We are going to the doctor. You are not fine."

She pulled back. "I am fine. You have to go."

"You.. "

"Eros, go! I want to be alone. I do not want to see you and do not act like you care about me." She snapped without letting me finish my sentence. "Please, go." She added.

I nodded. "See you later, Anna." I said and went to the bedroom. I grabbed my jacket and walked out.

Anna's POV

After talking to my mother on the phone, Uncle Loukas called me. He invited me to their house for dinner. He told me that his wife, Helena looked forward to meeting me. So I accepted.

I put a cream dress on and left my hair open. I looked at myself in the mirror and took my bag.

The driver stopped the car in front of a mansion. The mansion was big, luxurious and beautiful. There was a fountain in front of the mansion. There were a lot of roses in the garden. My nostrils filled with the smell of the roses as I got out of the car.

Uncle Loukas and his wife greeted me. His wife was so lovely and warm. I liked her. After chatting, we went to have dinner.

"Where is Eros? Did he not come?" Uncle Loukas asked his wife.

"No, he doesn't. I called him, and he said he couldn't come." She answered.

Uncle Loukas shook his head. "As predictable." He added.

Aunt Helene smiled at me, giving me an apologetic look. I smiled back. I felt that there was some problem between Eros and his father.

After dinner, Uncle Loukas went to his study room. I was talking to Aunt Helena.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

"Sorry. Just a minute." She said and picked up her phone as she walked away.

The fireplaces, surrounded by photo frames drew my attention. I walked towards the fireplace. I looked at the photos. There were Eros' photos, alone and with his parents. I ran my finger over his childhood photo. He was about three years old. He was smiling. He was so cute. I smiled and placed my hand on my stomach.

"I am so handsome, am I not?" I heard a familiar voice.