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

Chapter 6. Becoming my obsession

Dante

Yesterday I saw her again, since the other day I can't stop thinking about that woman, I can't get her out of my head, I don't know what's wrong with me, those green eyes left me spellbound, something like that had never happened to me, and damn it I couldn't believe when last night she arrived on the arm of my best friend, he's the best, he's been with me in my worst moments, but it doesn't take away his son of a bitch with women, he has an obsession with paying women to have sex for a month and accompany him to social events, the strange thing is that he is always attracted to blondes and this woman is the opposite, when he spoke the other day of the woman who was going to accompany him I did not imagine that the world was so small and it would be the same waitress whom I signed that day when she spilled her coffee on me.

What caught my attention the other day was that Iam had never expressed any women in such a way but can’t blame him, anyone would be enthralled by her. She would attract any mortal. She would put whoever she want at her feet if she wanted to.

Isn't that true, Dante? I huff, rolling my eyes. I want her for one night, to satisfy this desire that I have, nothing more. Dante D Luca does not fall in love with anyone.

When she was introduced to us all at the gala, she was nervous, she was shy, you could tell that she did not attend this type of event but hell, that dress molded her entire figure so well. Each curve of her body looked exquisite. Those round and sensual breasts, they would fit perfectly in my hands. I watch my hands open, that woman is a delicacy. I want to touch her little body, walk my hands up her ass, her waist and then raise her on top of me, or underneath, It doesn't matter. What I want is to have her in my bed, in a hotel, here at my table. To bury myself in her so deep to let her know that Dante D Luca can make her writhe.

But I must accept that I was very disappointed. I had imagined her as different from other women but I see she is the same as all of them. Sleeping with men for money is the most despicable thing. So it only fair I have for one night and then discard her, like a cheap whore.

This anxiety has not let me sleep, not even after having fucked Carla last night after the gala. No, that frustration is still there and I can't find the reason. I close my eyes, remembering what happened last night. I couldn't stop looking at her. I followed her with my gaze everywhere and she also looked at me, I could tell. I felt it. What happened was that I was not the only one who devoured her with his eyes. All the men present, looked at her with desire and Iam did not even leave her for a second until she finally broke away from him to go to the bathroom.

I apologized to Carla, my companion and followed her like a puppy. I did not even know her but there I was lurking. I waited for her, leaning on the wall. when she came out, I saw her looking everywhere as if she were looking for someone, who am I kidding, she was looking for Iam of course. I approached from behind to talk to her.

"Did he leave you alone?" I whispered.

She was startled, turned slowly, and told me that she couldn't find Iam. The nervousness was noticeable. I just didn't know what it was, so, I got even closer to her. I wanted to feel her warmth, breath in her sweet scent.

"Maybe I can keep you company," I whispered, very close to her ear, tilting my head more than normally. She is small for my height.

"Excuse me?" She replied, raising one of her perfect eyebrows. Upset? Why would she be?

"How much would you charge for one night?" I asked her, sure that I wanted to fuck her that very night. I could take her to bed, however, she did not react as I had imagined. She tried to push me but without success.

"Beautiful, what I would do to you if I had you in my bed" I wondered in my head.

"I don't know who you think I am, Sir, but I'm not a whore. I don't know you and I would appreciate it if you don't disrespect me," I smiled wryly.

"So you go to bed for free with my friend?" suddenly she started to cry. Something that amazed me. Why would she cry?

Suddenly, Iam appeared from behind her, resting a hand on her waist. That gesture bothered me a lot, which by the way was the stupidest thing for me to bother about.

"What's wrong?" My friend questioned.

"Nothing, just talking to your beautiful partner," It was all I said, turning my face surveying her for the last time, and moving away from there before her presence and her closeness continue to cause that trembling in my body.

I know that I am a son of a bitch for behaving like that with her since I do not know anything about her life but I do not understand how a woman as beautiful as her, has the need to sleep with men in exchange for money. Maybe, I am misjudging her but just imagining her moaning under that asshole makes me sick. My body aches in an unthinkable and stupidly illogical way.

I run my hand through my hair. I need to know more about her, otherwise, I will go crazy. I cannot ask Iam to investigate her, it would be ridiculous. I must do it by other means and I know who to turn to.

Suddenly, Eva my secretary enters my office, bringing me out of my thoughts. She had not noticed me yet. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

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