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

I laughed without holding back, "he's just Kathy's doctor."

"And you can't go threatening people like that."

"If they want what's mine, yes," he said.

God, Dante !!

He smiled.

"Come on, let's go upstairs again," I said, getting up and he did the same.

They didn't let me see my sister all night. We just sat on one of the clinic's sofa and we waited there.

I fell asleep on Dante's shoulder. He apparently stayed awake, I don't know how. In the morning, a nurse came to where we were and told me that Katy has woken up and had asked for me. I ran to see her.

I walked slowly into the room and saw her there. My heart clenched.

"Hi, Kathy, how are you? how are you feeling?" I walked over to her, taking her little hands in mine.

"A little tired, Paula," she started crying, and I hugged her very tightly.

"Don't cry princess, don't cry," I consoled her.

I kissed her forehead, telling her that everything would be fine. I want her to know that she is not alone and that she is my whole world.

"Don't leave me, Paula. I'm very scared," she has this insecurity that I will abandon her. If only she only knew how much I love her.

"Don't be afraid, Katy. I'll stay here. Nothing is going to happen to you."

"Guess, who's out there?" I said, kissing her hands.

"Who?" she asked me with her eyes shining.

"Dante !!" I responded feeling my face burn.

"Is Dante really here?" she responded excitedly, apparently, she likes him.

"He's stayed with me all night. Do you want to see him?"

"Yes, Paula, I want to see him" she replied, smiling.

“Wait.”

I went outside, observing that Dante is talking on the phone, literally almost screaming. His back is turned. He did not notice my presence until he suddenly turned and fixed his gaze on me.

"We'll talk later," he said without taking his eyes off mine. He hung up the call.

"Love?” Oh, I'm not used to hearing that from his lips. I smile like a fool and I drool.

"She wants to see you," I assured and he smiled, shaking his head in affirmation.

"Hello, Princess." He saluted upon entering.

"Dante! You came," she replied euphorically.

"Yes princess of course I came," he placed a kiss on her forehead and I melted with that gesture.

"Dante, do you like Paula?" she blurted out and I started coughing.

"Katy, for God's sake!" I chided her. Dante just turned to see me

"I love her," He confessed and I felt my world shake.

"Are you dating?" Asked my reckless sister again.

"No," I said while he answered yes at the same time. I smiled, lowering my head.

"Yes or no?” Kathy asked looking at us both.

"Well princess you will see," he started to speak. "I already consider myself her boyfriend but I haven't formally asked," he approached me and my pulse raced like never before.

"Paula, here in front of your sister as a witness, I want to formally ask you to be my girlfriend," I just watched his lips move because I was in the air. Oh, Jesus Christ! I'm about to pass out. Someone grab me, please.

"Say yes, Paula," Katy squealed, more excited than me.

"Yes," I shook my head repeatedly while Dante only took me by the face to kiss me, sealing our love. God, Paula! how ridiculous.

"My love, I must attend to a matter in the company," he declared and I was aware that he is a man with many commitments.

"It's okay Dante, you don't have to explain anything to me," I assured him.

"Of course, Paula. You are now my girlfriend. I must tell you everything I do," he replied mischievously.

"But I'll be back as soon as I'm done, okay?"

"Don't worry, Dante, really. Everything you've done is enough."

"Of course, my love, I will come as soon as possible" I licked my lips.

"Baby, I don't really want to leave. I don't want to leave you alone," he confessed. I just stole a kiss from him by shutting him up, and he smiled. He said goodbye to Katy with a kiss on the forehead and we left the room.

“You have to go, Dante. We'll be fine,” without hesitation, he took me by the waist to kiss me and I like a fool reciprocated.

"I don't want to go, Paula," he whispered against my lips, lightly brushing his lips with mine.

"I love you," he said again and it fascinated me. His voice, his smell, the possessive way he has to tell me that I'm his, it should bother me but it don’t. I like it.