Author's Note:

Sorry for the late update on this. It's just that I couldn't find the time to do this. My current story is keeping me busy all the time and I didn't know how to proceed with the next ones. Ugh. I swear.

Anyways, the reason I did this was because I was suddenly inspired when Eric showed up in When The Stoic Meets The Crossdresser. The urge to see Eric again was eating me up so I did this. Hahaha ^_^

That's it! Hope you enjoy it! 

yaoiChibi out! Peace~ 

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Subject: 

                    Eric Giordanio-McEvanaugh

Correspondent: 

                    Jordan McEvanaugh

Basic Information: 

>> Birthday: January 9, 1985 

>> Occupation: Professional High-end Model and Businessman

>> Favorite Sport: Shit. Uhm. Can. Can I really say it here? You sure? Uh. Yeah. If you can consider it a sport, then sex. He's a gold medalist for sure, in my opinion. 

>> Favorite Outfit: Can. Can we just stop with questions like these? It's embarrassing. What? Fine. His favorite outfit is the black lace briefs he wore when we first had sex. God, Eric! Why the hell am I doing this? 

>> Hobbies: You know that you only have one hobby aside from taking care of the kids and modelling, Eric. Yeah? I don't want to say it. Why the hell do I have to answer stupid questions like these? Fine, fine, fine. Eric likes playing with the kids, modelling, and seducing me. You happy? 

>> Favorite Food: No, I'm not going to say it. Next question. 

>> Pet Peeves: Now, this is easy. He dislikes it when I refuse him sex, when I don't fall for his seduction, when the kids sleep with us and he's feeling horny, working in another country, and Michael in his bitchy mode, as he puts it. 

>> Motto in Life: Simple. He says this everyday. I love you.

Observation: 

             Jordan here, husband of Eric Giordanio-McEvanaugh. Somehow, my husband had managed to persuade me into answering these stupid questions for a friend of his. Stupid, yes.

                     Now, I know what you're thinking. How did he manage to do that? Well, after a gruelling day at work, I came home with the children at Elaine's and Eric in our bedroom. Honestly, it didn't surprise me to find him sprawled out on the bed with cream covering his naked body. I knew he was the type to do something like that for no reason, but the cherries on him gave it a personal touch that meant he needed something from me.

                      And with Eric, everything goes his way.

                    Question answered? I thought so. Well, Eric's not here in the room anymore. Thank God! Tyler, our second child, started crying and he woke Nat up. So, yeah. I'm finally alone to answer the way I want to.

                    So, here I go. I guess.

                  I first knew of Eric from a magazine one of my coworkers brought to the hospital. Honestly, I was never one that enjoyed reading magazines but I was feeling stressed and so I came upon his profile. It was a magazine issue with a featured article about the world's expensive models. 

                     I found the title stupid, but kept on reading.

                   He was pretty average to me. Hell, the second model looked even more handsome than him. There was really nothing extraordinary in him to make him the top one, and I actually thought that he bribed the magazine's editor-in-chief to get this published. So, yeah. He was nothing special in that article despite the attention my coworkers showered him.

                 Then six months later, I was transferred to work under Dr. Sean Reynolds by my university. Everything was smooth flowing, the doctor really patient and kind. It was a pleasure working under him until I finally met the enigmatic man.

                    When they say pictures can either boost or lower one's charm, they weren't kidding. 

               He was unconscious when he had arrived, his manager outside the emergency room when Dr. Reynolds told me to follow him inside. Eric was pale in spite of his tanned complexion. His hair was colored white, I think they called it platinum blonde or something. It was shiny and the way they sprawled out on the pillow reminded me of feathers.

                     I know. It's kind of cruel to liken your husband's hair to a bird's ass, but I didn't know any better back then. All I knew was that this was the most appealing man I had ever seen in my entire life.

                      Unfortunately, I didn't get to to study him as much as I'd liked. Since he was a famous personality, everything had to be done swift and precise. In a few hours, we brought him to his private suite and Dr. Reynolds proceeded in explaining the details to his manager and a woman. Probably his lover since she was just as beautiful as any woman could get.

                        And I honestly thought that I would never see him again. 

                        But I guess fate had other plans. 

                  I ended up being his personal attendant during his stay in the hospital, watching my superior turn into a perverted old man from his once gentle manner. And when I had caught them that day, it was mortifying to see Eric's panicked face, his clothes torn and shredded. It took everything in me not to go ballistic and bash the doctor's head in. I tried to handle it as normal and uncaring as I could do.

                         Needless to say, I handled everything as smoothly as I could.

                  When I returned to his room, I was greeted by his shaking and vulnerable form. At that precise moment, I was instantly hooked. My heart had fluttered at how he regarded me as a hero, a savior. To know that in some way, I had sealed an eternal image of myself in his eyes was satisfying. 

                        However, I didn't think it could get more serious than that.

                      Nights had passed since that incident and I couldn't get his entire being out of my head. I was literally possessed by him. It was impossible to work and sleep with him invading my thoughts every minute. I knew it wasn't normal, so I came up with the only solution that I had.

                    I had accepted my obsession with him and tried different ways to get closer. They say that if you are constantly exposed to something you're completely addicted with, you lose all affections towards the object.

                         I tried to execute that tactic.

                       After agreeing to be his personal attendant as he remained an out-patient, I moved into his home. He had greeted me wearing nothing but a loose shirt and his black lace briefs that to this day still haunts my sleeping and waking hours.

                         He was absolutely gorgeous. 

                         The way he had his hair fluffed up to look like he had just gotten out of the shower was already a daunting sign of what was to come. He was 5'10", as he recounted, and reached just about the top of my ear. His form wasn't lanky nor skinny, he was lean and his muscles were toned perfectly. 

                          There was a reason he was nicknamed Adonis, and I believe his beauty was it. He wasn't feminine at all. Eric's entirety just screamed predator.

                          I also realized that he had the most captivating ink black eyes that Tyler was ever so lucky to inherit. Just looking at them usually made me hot and bothered, especially when his eyes would twinkle in sexual excitement. His nose was sharp, and his lips were lusciously pink. Not from make-up or anything.

                          Everything was just natural about him and that made him even more beautiful to me. But, he wasn't as innocent as I thought he was. Honestly, I could've mistaken him as the god of sex because of his ability to seduce me anytime and anywhere.

                          And, despite our constant bickering, I keep falling in love with him.

                          What're you doing, Eric?

                          ....

                      No, not right now. Why?! It's kind of obvious why not. I don't care if you got horny from me telling all that stuff. Fix that problem by yourself. What? Why are you constantly horny, anyway? Are you pregnant again?

                         ....

                        I'm sorry. I'll continue this later on. Damn it. Why do you have to be so good in seducing me? Where the hell did you learn that? 

                          .... 

                      No, I seriously don't want to know where you learned that. Geezus! You are impossible. 

                         ....

                             I'm back. Now, where was I?

                             Right. Well, I really don't know how to explain how perfect he just seemed to fit in my arms. It was a miracle that he came to fall for me, someone that was always critcized for not being aesthetically perfect. But, what the hell. Eric loves me and that's all that matter.

                             Besides, I was the one who married Eric. Nobody else. I guess I wasn't as bad looking as I thought I was. Right, honey?

                          ....

                             I love you too. 

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A/N:

I know what you're thinking? Why is it short? Well, my little m&m's, it's because Eric and Jordan's story doesn't have that much inconsistencies. So, I just focused on Jordan's POV of how Eric looked to him. And I know that the constant ( .... ) was a bit disturbing. 

Let me just say that Eric was working his magic. I don't know what he did, but it was enough to make Jordan stand up and leave just when he was about to finish. *wink*