His Only Addiction

CHAPTER TWO– THE OFFER

The music pounded through the club like a living heartbeat– loud, wild and full of sweat. I moved my body like smoke, sliding, rocking with ease.

I didn’t belong to anyone, I was terribly drunk but didn’t care.

I make my way through the crowd. I am beginning to feel nauseous, my head is spinning uncomfortably, and my legs are more unsteady than usual.

My vision has been affected. I’m really seeing a double of everything like in the cartoon of Tom and Jerry.

“Are you okay?” a man asked.

“I think I’ve just had a bit too much to drink,” I smiled at him weakly.

“Me too,” he murmurs, his dark eyes watching me closely. “Do you need a hand?” he steps closer, putting his arm around me.

“I’m okay. I’ve got this.” I tried to push him away.

“Please let me have you tonight,” he whispers, and now he’s holding me in his arms, pulling me close.

“Let me go, please.”

He has one hand at the small of my back holding me against him, the other at my chin tipping my head. Holy f**k… is he going to kiss me?

“No, stop-no.” I push him, but he’s a wall of big muscles and I cannot shift him. His hand had slipped into my hair.

“Please princess,” he whispers against my lips. His breath is soft and smells of beer.

He gently starts kissing my jaw up to the side of my mouth. I feel shaky, drunk and scared. It was suffocating.

“Let me go,” I pleaded, “I don’t want this.”

“I think the lady said no,” a voice in the dark says calmly.

The man released me immediately. My whole body was no longer able to tolerate alcohol, and I vomited on the ground.

The mystery man grabs my hair and gently leads me to the edge of the parking lot.

“If you’re going to throw up, do it here. I’ll hold you.” He has one arm around my shoulders. The other is holding my hair so it’s off my face.

My stomach became empty and nothing was coming up.

Finally it stops.

I rested my hands on the wall, feeling so weak. He took his hands off me and handed me a handkerchief. I wipe my mouth.

"I’m sorry," I mutter.

“What are you sorry for?” he asked.

“For bothering you with my problem.”

“It’s fine, we’ve all been here. It’s about knowing your limit.”

My head buzzes with excess alcohol and irritation. He sounded like a middle-aged man scolding a child.

My thoughts crash through my brain fighting how drunk I’m feeling. My head begins to spin, oh no… I can feel the floor coming up to meet my face. The last thing I heard was the sound of his voice: “f**k”

***

It’s very quiet. I felt comfortable and warm. I open my eyes, and for a moment. I had no idea where I was. The room is large and airy. Furnished in brown and gold.

Memories from last night slowly come back to me. The drinking, oh no. The vomiting… holy f**k. I cringe inwardly.

I don’t remember coming here, I’m wearing just my shirt and panties.

I looked at the table beside me. On it was a glass of orange juice and two tablets with a note saying, “Eat and drink me.”

Was it the stranger that brought me here?

There’s a knock on the door. My heart skipped into my mouth, I was unable to speak.

He opened the door and strolled in. My breath stopped, his hair was dark and slightly messy, sharp cheek bones, his eyes blue. He’s effortlessly handsome, the kind that makes people look twice without even realizing.

Holy hell, he’s been working out. He’s wearing grey pants that hang low on his hips, showing just enough to make my heart race. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to avoid the temptation in front of me.

Come on Mia, get a grip of yourself. You don’t even know this man.

“Good morning Mia, how are you feeling?”

Oh no, how did he know my name? Was I sleep talking?

I peek up at him, he places a large shopping bag on a chair. He’s staring at me intensely. I have no idea what he’s thinking.

“How did I get here?” I asked calmly.

He comes close to me, sitting on the edge of the bed. Close enough that I could touch and smell him.

“After you passed out, I couldn’t think of anywhere to take you other than my hotel room,” he replied.

“Did you put me to bed?”

“Yes,” his face calm.

“Did I throw up again?” My voice is quieter.

“No”

“Did you undress me?” I whispered.

“Yes,” he raised an eyebrow at me.

“We didn’t do anything right?” I whispered again.

“That’s crazy, Mia. I like my women awake and sensitive,” he says dryly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ask that.”

“You’re lucky I had a meeting close by else you would have woken up in a bed you would have regretted.”

“That’s a harsh thing to say!” I glanced up at him.

“Did you eat last night?” his tone judging.

I shake my head.

“You need to eat. That’s why you were sick. Honestly, that’s drinking's number one rule.”

“Are you going to continue scolding me?”

“You’re lucky, I’m just scolding you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after what happened last night. You didn’t eat, you got drunk and put yourself in danger.”

Why is he bothered? He doesn’t even know me.

“You’re quite a disciplinarian.” I hit at him.

“Oh, Mia. You have no idea.” He

Smiles wickedly.

One minute I was confused and angry. The next minute, I looked at his gorgeous smile.

He came closer, “you should shower first or do you need my help?”

My thought kept screaming kiss me please! I couldn’t explain how I was feeling. My whole body betraying me.

“I’ll take a shower,” I mutter. I grabbed the towel into the bathroom, not leaving any trace of my body for him to see.

I striped off my clothes and quickly climbed into the shower. The water is so warm. I reach for the body wash. It smells of him. I rub it all over myself, fantasizing it’s him rubbing the scented soap over my body, between my thighs with his long-fingered hands.

Oh my. This feels so good.

“It’s time for breakfast,” he knocks on the door, startling me.

“Okay,” I stuttered as I pulled myself from my erotic daydream.

I got out and dried myself quickly. He handed over the shopping bag to me.

oh he got me new outfit, an underwear?

How did he know my size?

I dress up quickly, everything fits perfectly. Walked into the bedroom, he was seated, waiting for me.

“Sit,” he commands, pointing to the seat opposite him. The table is filled with different food.

“ I didn’t know what you’d like, so I ordered a lot from the breakfast menu.

“That’s so thoughtful of you,” I muttered.

I had pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Thank you for organizing new clothes for me,” I said calmly.

“ It’s a pleasure Mia. The color suits you so well.

I blush and stare down at my finger. This man is really sweeping me off my feet.

“I find you attractive, I want to f**k you.” he’s eyes unreadable.

“Excuse me?” I ask, almost choking.

“I don’t make love, I f**k hard. Do you want that?” he asked again, unapologetically.

I’m speechless. Who is this man? Am I getting into danger?