Love Began with the First Meeting

As Eric peered into Molly's gleaming eyes, he realized that everything else fell to the category of trivial.

He was just staring at Molly when he pressed his lips against her forehead - something that he didn't realize he did until it was done.

"Little Molly, the day will come when you will rise above. You will finally become the glorious pearl that you actually are. You just will. I guarantee you that you will."

Molly remained still only keeping her gaze at Eric. Eventually, Eric stood up while Molly remained frozen at his words. This scared and thrilled Molly at the same time.

Eric raised his hand to stroke Molly's face; he could feel where her tears had just dried up making Eric's heart swell.

He would never admit this but the truth was, he only talked to Molly at first to mess with Brian - but this was way beyond Brian now. The more he got to know her, the harder he fell. He had never felt this way before and he hated it. He didn't want to end up like his father who fought with his brother over a woman.

But, if he really did fall in love with her, he would never give her up as his father did. He would fight for it. Even if no one won.

The situation was getting too intense for Molly to take so she took a step back just as Eric was about to touch her lips with his fingers. Molly looked down, biting her lips wondering what Eric was about to do.

Eric stopped as Molly stepped back. His face turning casual all at once,"You're responsible for me now since you're my first."

This caught Molly off guard.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

mean, you were the first person I've ever cooked for. Why? What were you

especially didn't like it that the chefs around them were snickering, trying to hold back their laughter. Molly pushed Eric away and stomped on his feet. She turned around and tried to walk away before Eric could even respond. But the moment she swiveled, she froze. She was unable to move;

was standing there, his face hardened, and his eyes black as ever staring so hard at Molly like he was piercing through her soul. He saw everything - he was there when Eric kissed her on the forehead but he

crossed his arms and

cast him a glare and walked towards Molly,"I followed you out and spent all this time trying to find out where you were," he

shoved the idea way - no way, why would

of anger on Brian's face. She nodded towards him just to acknowledge that he just spent a lot of time looking

angrier. Molly wondered why with Eric she was so relaxed and loose but with Brian, she was so uptight and scared - it was

about to open her mouth to say something when someone gripped her arm. This

why were you spending so much time looking for Molly? What happened? Why did you need to know

stoic despite all these loaded questions being thrown at him. Molly, on the other hand, felt

- he could probably tell that

Molly's resentment. He instead shot a look at Eric's hand gripped

cold words didn't throw Eric off one bit. He kept his easy smile, with an arm slung over Molly's shoulder,"I don't care, Brian. My work here is done. I'm going to take Molly home now. Do whatever

gleaming with pride. He held on to Molly's

else? Why was he looking for her? How did he know about Justin? But the question Molly wanted to ask the most was: Why was Brian looking for her when he was

overwhelmed with sadness and bitterness. She hated that she felt so many things for Brian. She hated that her heart was with Brian and the worst part was she didn't want it back. She kept on

"Come with me,"