My Addiction by Ida Gonzalez (best ereader for academics .txt) π
Will he be able to have her as much as he want or would the green-eyed girl will turn his world upside down?
(Book 1) Addiction Series
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I run from there quickly. I do not look back. I do not want to see him. He is a complete idiot. What does he think? Just because he has money, I will fall at his feet? Moron.
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I get to the bus stop and after a while, I get on the bus. I cry out my rage. He must be used to that kind of women. But I am not and will not be one more on his list of lovers because it shows that the only thing he is looking for is that.
I get home very late. When I arrive, I see Katy sleeping and I am glad of that. I don't want to explain why I come here all tearful.
"Hello Sara," I greeted trying to show myself serene and that nothing had happened.
"Hi my baby, how are you?
"Well, happy without much encouragement," You should go now. Forgive me, it was too late.
"Do not worry, my girl, I live here next door. No trouble. Besides, I was already sleeping" she gives me a tender smile.
"Thank you Sara, you are my light" I leave a kiss on her cheek. She has earned my affection and my respect for being such a good person.
"Good night, My queen," she says goodbye, leaving and towards the door.
"Good Night, Sara"
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I go in to kiss Katy and then I go to my room. I go to the bathroom to shower and cry as I do lately every day. And all because of that arrogant idiot because he had to be such an idiot and he had to show up on my way. Prince charming my ovaries. If that is how princes behave, I'd better stay and dress saints than tolerate idiots of that caliber.
And worst of all, I am beginning to feel things that I should not feel for him. Right now in these moments of my life, he had to appear to give me more problems than I already have. I already felt bad about what I was doing, now I feel worse.
Dante
Β She slapped me. A damn slap. Nobody had ever done it. I put my hand to my cheek feeling a slight itch. She left crying. What an idiot you are Dante. You are a complete idiot. That's how you plan to get her to notice you? That you notice me? Please I only want you for one night ... if only you would have her for one night. Stupid conscience, can you stop bothering? Paula will be one more on my list when Iβve made her mine, I will discard her like everyone else.
She is nothing more than a whore as she is all looking for money and then will you let her go with someone else? my conscience asked.
No. never with another. She is never mine. I will never allow her to be with another.
And that's how you say it will only be one night?
I'm going crazy. I am talking to myself.
I get in the car. Home, I tell Jorge, my driver. He nods and starts off. I can't stop thinking about that woman. I don't know what is it about her. I have her in my head all the time. I want to kiss her, hug, feel her. I love her smell. Her black hair is beautiful. Everything about her fascinates me. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I rubbed my face. I behaved like an idiot with her. That is unusual of me. Nothing makes difference to me but when itβs about her, my conscience awakes. Something that had never happened to me with any other woman.
I must change my strategy if I want to approach her. I must be more careful with my words. What I don't understand is why she gets so upset when I offer her things. if she has accepted Iam and is rejecting me, could it be that she likes my friend? No, that cannot be.
Β I need to solve this as soon as possible. Tomorrow I'll talk to Iam. I'll ask him to get away from Paula. I want her for myself. I don't care what I have to do or how much I have to pay but that woman will be my love for sure.
After getting home and showering for a few hours to try to organize my head, which is a mess, I get out to go to bed. I hope that today I can sleep and that woman no longer appears in my dreams or I will go crazy. Yes, I wonβt think about her anymore. I sigh lying on my back staring at the ceiling. I feel my cock waking up again. I let out aΒ frustrated sigh, damn it!
I hit the bed with my fist and cover my face with a pillow. My hand is sore from masturbating so much, thinking about her. That small but precious woman.
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