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

I came out of the bathroom looking for Iam but I couldn't find him. A hoarse voice behind me instantly brushes my skin making me spin.

"They left you alone?" and again he, that man, approaches me with a hand in his pocket, with a lopsided smile.

"Yeah, I can't find Iam." I clear my throat, wringing my hands, nerves, anxiety, I want to run away. He gets closer and closer until he's just a few centimeters away from my body, his exquisite scent envelops me, fascinates me, why deny it. 

 "Maybe I can keep you company." he brings his face closer, his lips to my ear to whisper to me.

"Excuse me?" I raise an eyebrow in his direction, he smiles sideways, what does he intend? 

"What a fickle little world, look at running into you so many times, but never in my most fucked up dreams did I imagine you were a..."

"A what?" I lifted my chin, he just smiled sideways, but a mocking and annoying laugh at the same time.

"How much would you charge for one night?" he blurted out without further ado.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Who do you think I am? My impulses and my desire to send him to hell were stronger and I pushed him with all my strength, without any success, because I couldn't move him even an inch.

 "I don't know who you think I am, sir, but I'm not just anyone," I spit angrily, again that arrogant smile that I want to erase from his face with a punch. 

"Oh no? And it's that with my friend you sleep for free? I know your kind, for money they do anything, I thought you were decent, but I see you were just playing the dead fly."  The tears are not long in coming and since I'm a complete idiot who doesn't know how to do anything else but cry, I do it. 

"You're wrong sir, you don't know anything." I spit with rage and a tightness in my chest. I opened my mouth again to say something else, but everything was empty when a hand rested on my waist, it was Iam.

 "Iam!" I muttered.

"What's the matter?" he asks looking at us both.

 "Nothing," this idiot is quick to reply.

"I was just talking to your ..." he looks at me from head to toe, "beautiful companion". The man exclaims, making a gesture towards me, full of mockery.

"With permission, enjoy the night," he says. Walking away like he is the most important man on this planet, an arrogant fucking idiot.

"What's up, beautiful? “Iam takes my hand. I tremble nervously.

“No ... nothing, Iam. Just didn't find you and I got nervous among so many people.”

"We can go if you want," he adds quickly.

"No, Iam", I deny.

"You paid for me," he denies it, shaking his head with a small smile. "Don't say that, okay?"

"We're leaving," he added, holding my hand towards the exit. I turn around a little and that man is there looking at me again. Now, I just want to never see him again. I don't know why his words affected me so much. I don't even know him, I shouldn't care, nobody knows who I am or why I'm doing this.

We arrive at my house after some time. We do not speak again. I have so many emotions crowding in on me, that a word and I would start crying. Iam opens the car door, offering me his hand to come out. He is a true gentleman, and to think that, only It's a lie. He only pays for me. It's the saddest thing.

"I loved tonight," he confesses and I perceive sincerity in his words. I bow my head, smiling slightly.

He takes my face, lifting my chin gently and caressing my cheek.

"You are beautiful, Paula," It is all he says and without warning, he stamps his lips against mine. At first, I do not reciprocate then I try to keep up with him. He does not kiss badly but I don't really know how to reciprocate. It's my first kiss.

"It's better than I imagined, your lips are very sweet. I imagine everything about you is sweet," I bite my lip, tilting my head again in shame. I know what he is implying, I sure have no experience but I'm not stupid.

“Well, it's time I let you rest, babe. It was a pleasure that you accompanied me tonight, "

"See you tomorrow, Iam." I wave at him by raising my hand. And he stands with his hands in his pockets still looking at me until I entered the building. I feel his gaze burning my back.

I get quickly to my apartment. I try to open the door but my shaking hands play a trick on me by throwing the key on the floor. I pick it up by squeezing my hands and that's where I allow myself to cry to unload all this. I sit here in the darkness of the night, in front of my door, and in the solitude of silence so that nobody hears me cry. Nobody sees me this weak. This is not me. I am always strong and I can forge on. This is because of that man. He knows nothing. He thinks that money can buy everything but it is not like that, perhaps, the material thing does but the love of a woman never.

Who is the man so arrogant? We'll find out in the next chapter, what do you think of Iam? he's a good man, does he just want Paula for sex or something else? Who is the prince of the story and who is the big bad wolf?

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