My Addiction by Ida Gonzalez (best ereader for academics .txt) 📕

Paula

The next day Katy is discharged and we return home. I am not going to work today, I will take the day off. I do not want to leave her alone. We arrive at the apartment and I take her to her room to rest.

"How are you? Okay, princess?” I ask her all the time.

"A little tired" she replies with her head down.

"Well, lie down and rest a bit," I tell her.

She rests while I go to the kitchen to make her a vegetable soup. Now more than ever, she should eat well to endure the treatment and so many medicines. I still don't know how I'm going to pay for them. I'm busy thinking about it when suddenly my phone rings

"Hello, there?" I answer hesitantly.

"Paula?"

"Yes, it's me,"

"Paula, I'm Santiago," I don't know whether to breathe or stop breathing, I don't know how good his call is.

"Hi ... hi Santiago,” I stutter, “how are you?”

"Well. I'm calling you to tell you about what Isa told you," he initiates.

Oh shit!

"Yes, tell me," I reply.

"I want you to go to this address that I am going to give you."

"Wait a minute," and then I start writing the address he gives me. I write with shaking hands. Would I really? for the love of God!

"At 2 in the afternoon, ask for Mr. Iam Ricardi."

"And then?"

"Tell him that Santiago Lombardi has sent you and the rest is up to you."

My God, I'm starting to shake

"Okay," I reply, not very convinced.

"Oh and Paula, I almost forgot, dress sexy,"

"Bye, Paula" And he cuts the call. I'm still shaking and processing what he just told me, "dress sexy." I can't believe, I'm actually going to do this. But I have no choice. It is the only way and it is all for Katy. I prepare the soup and then I am going to ask Sara if she can stay with her today as I have to go to that date, who knows what awaits me. I hope it is not a bald fat man with long hands because I will kick him in the balls so that he won't put a hand on me. Why do you think a handsome millionaire would pay a woman for the company? Obviously, he is an old bald man with a belly who wants a young woman next to him. I shudder just imagining it. I will do it anyway, there is no other way. I already decided.

It's already 12 at noon. I go in to take a shower. I put cream all over my body like always. I wear a black strapless dress, showing a little cleavage. It comes a little above my knee. I do just a little bit of makeup to look natural and straighten my hair. I look in the mirror. I think I look pretty good. I hope he likes it. I wear heels although I'm not used to wearing them, the dress deserves it. I'm more of low shoes or tennis. It is just that men like women with legs that are atleast two meters long. I do not consider myself short but I am not very tall either.

I'd better stop thinking about so much nonsense. I think Isa is affecting me as well. I'd better go now or I'm late. Stop this nonsense, Paula, you can do it, woman, do it for your sister.

"Yes, yes I will. Well, here I go"

I walk into Katy's room only to find her sleeping. I leave quietly to say goodbye to Sara. "Well Sara, I'm leaving", she smiles too. I roll my eyes.

"Take care ..." Call me if you need anything, "I ask

"I'll do it. Do not worry"

Outside I take a taxi and go to the address that Santiago gave me. Oh, I'm so nervous, my legs are shaking

"Where am I taking you?" Asks the taxi driver.

"Building D Luca company, please," I answer.

In about 30 minutes, I reach the building. This building is impressive. I look at it for a few seconds and then I enter. I am a very punctual person.

"Good afternoon," I greet to who, I think, is the receptionist. She gives me a friendly smile.

"I have an appointment with Mr. Iam Ricardi," I announced.

Yes, go ahead and this is your visitor's pass.

"The seventh floor," replies the kind woman.
I went up to the indicated floor and met another secretary.

"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with Mr. Iam Ricardi," I inform and she surveys me from head to toe. What happens to her? Am I a freak or do I have something stuck to my face or what?

"Name?" she asks me dismissively.
"Paula Ricci," I also reply dryly. I hate when people are like that. She dials her phone. Just a second later, she asks me to accompany her, guiding me to a corridor and to a large door. I take a deep breath, slowly opening the door.

I enter the office with fear and trembling legs. The man’s back is facing me as he is looking out through the large window. He turns slowly and God he is beautiful. He is so defintely not a bald old man as I had suspected.
He is about two meters tall, well, not that much, light brown hair, honey-colored eyes, two-day beard, and a body, uff, made me want to eat him whole. These thoughts at this moment are not decent at all. It seems the lack of men in my life is already taking effect. I shake my head and wave to stop looking like an idiot.