Honest

thirty-four

Desiree

I wait. He'll make good on his promise, I know that. I know him well enough to know that much.

I sigh, closing my eyes. What a day! And I have to go over reports, and after that, I have to go down to the infirmary, make sure everything's okay. After that, I have to take a ride over to the Family Wing.

Rhonda hasn't had a baby yet, and I know Peter is freaking out. I'm having a cook make some spicy food it's supposed to u fucr labor.

So much work to do! Not to mention reading g up on-

I freeze.

Someone...is at my window.

I turn slowly, recognizing his face instantly. With a disappointed shake of my head, I open it, sliding the bullet proof glass down after he's climbed in.

"How?" I ask tiredly.

"My father taught me a number of obscure but oddly helpful things. One of them is how to scale a building."

I sigh, taking stock of him. He climbed up my wall four stories, so of course that's made him look a little worn.

But he seems tired. Almost aged. I just saw him an hour ago, and he looks worse for wear.

"What are you doing here?" I ask softly.

"You know why I'm here," He looked away from me. "This is I forbade anyone from ha ing contact with your family. Because I knew if I saw you. If I..."

He glanced at me helplessly. "I'm addicted to you. You know that,"

Of course I know that. He's always told me so. That's one thing he's always been honest about.

I sit back in my chair.

"After three years of being clean, I had another hit of you. I need-"

His weakness is amusing.

"You need me to kill you slowly." I simper.

"Please," He whispered.

I scoff. "What happened to perfect strangers?"

He sighed. "What do you want from me?"

"Absolulety nothing," I smirk. His weakness is enough.

"Then, will you do it?" He murmured, feigning composure.

But I see it. He's really an addict, going through withdrawals. Frankly, I don't understand it.

Standing I open my arms.

"Come here," I beckon him, softly, sweetly. His brown eye meet mine, and for a moment, I feel sorry for him.

He so reservered to his fate, it's almost sad.

But even in this state, he's not powerless. And to underestimate an enemy, is to be defeated by said enemy.

He stands between my legs, bending his head down, not moving toward me.

Waiting for me to give him what he craves. It's exhilarating, holding control over him like this.

"One kiss?" I ask.

He looks into my eyes deeply. "Anything you give me I'll take it."

I lick my lips. "Vitale..." It's almost sad to see him like his, "You understand how weak you are right now, don't you?"

He exhales. "Yes. Addiction is weakness. But I can't-"

I nod. Burying my fingers in his hair, I pull him against my lips, caressing them with my own, slowly.

He melts into me, his hands cupping my face, hungrily seeking my mouth out, his hot tongue dipping my mouth, tasting me.

Eventually, I pull away, my breath uneven. He seeks my lips again, unsatisfied, unwilling to let go.

I pull away, but kiss his neck. His mouth opens, as he throws his head back, his eyes closed in bliss.

I pull back. Making his eyes flutter open. It's clear I'm done with him,.

"When can I see you again," He pants.

"Soon," I smile. "I'll have a document drafted by then."

He nods, lingering by the window. Quickly, he steals a kiss, lifting the window.

"Call me," He whispers, heading out.

I smirk. To have a Vitale under my control.

What a beautiful thing.