My Addiction by Ida Gonzalez (summer reading list TXT) 📗

Chapter 5 The Game Begins

The day of my departure with Iam has arrived, I am very nervous, I don't know where we are going, I only know that judging by the dress to a very elegant place. And judging by where he works he must also be a very important person. What I'm afraid of is one thing, but I don't think life will be so screwed up and put that man in my way again, right? the reason? Mr. Ricardi is the same man who accompanied that man the other day in the restaurant. Coincidences of fate, or a macabre joke.

Today, I do only one shift at the restaurant. Marc insisted a lot that I stay as I did not go to work other days but I gave him the excuse that I did not want to leave Katy alone for so long. Nobody knows the truth. I will do this even if it will not look good in the eyes of others, even I am judging myself for it. I feel terribly bad. I never imagined doing this for money but I do not do it because I want to, I do not do it for ambition, I do it for love. For the love of my sister, to save her, and that is true. I swear I would give my life for her.

"Shall we go, baby?" Isa asks, as always so cheerful. Her effusiveness is infectious. Isabela is my friend, my soul sister. She has been my only unconditional and has been with me through thick and thin, although, she carries her own secrets and hell above her.

"Yes Isa, I must go early. I want to look good."

"That, leave it to me. I'll make sure that you'll be there to break hearts," I laugh, only she can make me laugh.

 

"Ay Isa, I don't know what I would do without you."

"Seriously, nothing," she teases me, putting her arm around my neck as we walk.

"Nothing, without me you are nothing, Paula Ricci. Let's fix you up and see if you look as pretty as me when we are done," she laughs again because, yes, something that she has very high is her ego. But I must say, that my blonde is a bomb. She has an enviable butt, curves to even stop a truck on the road.

"Isa, I think I will never have a butt like yours. Our creator did not bless me with this much meat."

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"Hi Sara, how is Kathy?" It's the first thing I ask every day when I get home. Nothing is the same since I found out about her illness. She is the only one who occupies my mind all day. I don't know what would happen if something happened to her but I don't want to think about that. She will recover from her illness, she will live without a doubt.

"She's fine. She's resting in her room," she answers, standing up, closing a small cookbook that she reads almost every day. I can't complain because she makes me delicious meals.

"How was she today? Did she relapse?"

 

"No, Paula, it was very good without setbacks,"

“Thank you very much, Sara. I don't know what I would do without you,” She just hugs me, comforts me like a mother to her children. Sara is so important in my life.

"See you tomorrow, Paula. You rest. I'll leave," she says, heading towards the door.

"See you tomorrow, Sara" I reply.

I walk to my sister's room and watch her sleeping soundly from the door. I press my lips together. A sense of sadness overwhelms me. She is so innocent and she has to go through this at such a young age. I take a deep breath, close the door, and walk into the kitchen to take some painkillers as my head starts to ache from lack of sleep and worry. A few hours later my blonde appears with all the arsenal of makeup, hairstyle, and things that only she understands what it is for.

"It's time to fix yourself, woman. So, move that butt and go take a shower. This will be slow and arduous but then you will see the results," I raise a doubtful eyebrow.

"I can expect anything from Isa.”

 

"Ugh if I were a man, honey, I would rip that dress off you and fuck you all night," Isa shouts, making me blush to the extreme. After almost an hour, I'm ready. I looked really good. Isa did a good job.

"God! Isa, don't say those things," the dress fits me super well. It molds my figure. Isa made a little updo in my hair. The dress has a front neckline that highlights my breasts. I have them one size a little big. If it were up to me, I would change her with Isa since her breasts are small and she always complains that she would like to have breasts like mine. The truth is that she does not know how much it costs to sleep face down with these breasts, suddenly I released a laugh and she raises an eyebrow at me as if I am crazy.

"I'm already crazy, for being with you Isa", I teased her and she threw one of the cushions at me.

Suddenly the doorbell rings and my heart beats frantically. I will see that handsome man again. I must admit the truth that he is quite attractive and imposing.

"Iam is here," I exclaim nervously, blinking rapidly. Isa only move both her eyebrows several times.

"Well, open the door. What are you waiting for? Or do you want me to go in your place?" She jokes, laughing.

I walk nervously to the door, exhaling all the air from my lungs, straightening my dress before slowly opening the door. And what I see in front of me makes me stare in awe. I repeat, too attractive, an imposing and sensual man dressed in a three-piece suit in black, hands in pockets, finely trimmed hair, and deep honey-colored eyes that look at me with a special shine, apparently I like what I see.

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