Perpetual

"Great, now you sleep watching erotic movies on your phone at night like a teenager?"

Zemo opened his eyes and saw Svetlana standing next to his bed. The woman was looking at the phone on his pillow with disgust. Thankfully, the screen was dark.

The sun had risen, again.

"I want to be alone," the man said as he turned to the other side of the bed. He closed his eyes tightly as the side of the bed his back turned collapsed. He tensed up as he felt Svetlana's kisses on his neck.

"I don't want us to be like this," the woman said in a sad tone that Zemo once believed in. He wished he could be as naive as he was back then. The next second, Zemo held his breath as Svetlana climbed on top of him. They started kissing. Zemo was trying very hard to focus as her hands roamed his body. After five minutes, Svetlana pulled back and looked at him. She tried to hide her anger, but Zemo knew her very well.

"I think it's normal for men your age," Svetlana said, trying to sound understanding. Of course, she was trying to belittle him gently. She gave up and moved over him.

"I had no problems last night," Zemo said as he got out of bed. "My phone and I were doing just fine. Maybe it has something to do with you and not my age."

Svetlana's anger, which she was trying to hide, came out. "I'm a beautiful woman, Zemo! If you can't get hard, it's your incompetence!" she shouted from the bed to the man who was walking towards the bathroom in his room. Zemo gave her a crooked smile and turned around, reached over her, picked up his phone from next to his pillow, and went into the bathroom. This silent action made Svetlana completely furious. The man had implied that I can't get hard for you, but I'm going to get hard for some random person on the internet.

After locking the bathroom door, he touched his phone before washing his face and smiled to himself when he saw Elena's picture on the screen. While Svetlana was cursing him and breaking things in his room, the man had already forgotten about her existence.

* * *

"Isn't he such a daddy?!"

Iolanda snatched Elena's phone from her hand and took her place next to her at the breakfast table. "Would you stop drooling at the screen and eat your food? It would be nice to see you pursue a realistic goal for once, Elena!"

"Don't you dare!" Iolanda said as Elena protested. "Don't you dare!" She waved the phone in front of the girl. "He's your professor, and he's old and he might have kids or something!"

"Don't exaggerate!"

"I'm not exaggerating! Stop it! Do you know his reputation among the students? They call him 'weird', Elena!"

"Why?"

"Because he's weird!" Pietro said as he walked into the kitchen. He leaned over and kissed Iolanda longly.

They separated while Elena pretended to throw up.

"It's bad enough that my best friend and my brother are sleeping together. At least don't mate in front of me!"

"Says the girl who calls her professor daddy." Iolanda growled.

Pietro rolled his eyes. "You still want to bang Professor Weird? You can't be serious!"

Elena frowned. "Hey! What weird thing have you seen by him?"

Pietro laughed. "What weird thing haven't we seen by him? Even his smile is creepy! You don't want to make eye contact with him. Wait, you can't because he's an antisocial maniac."

Elena was surprised at herself as she felt her heartbreak. She didn't even know the man, but she still felt the need to defend him. "Maybe he just hasn't met anyone worth keeping around before?"

Iolanda and Pietro gave her a disapproving look. "We're running late," Iolanda said, looking at the clock. They quickly got up from the table. Pietro kissed his sister's hair before leaving the house. "I'd rather you were interested in someone your own age, Elena. Professor Weird would never get my approval."

As she heard the door close, the girl let out a sigh of relief and muttered to herself, "As if Professor Weird would care about me!"