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

"Shh, Isa. For the love of God, don't yell. What's wrong with you?"

My mind reminds me of what I did last night thinking of Dante, God! I feel my cheeks burn with shame. I just pray to heaven that I never meet that man again.

It is three in the afternoon and when we leave, Isa flies to her house to find the perfect dress and I head to my house to see Kathy and share with her the little time that we have left of the day. Sometimes I feel like I don’t spend much time with her, but if I don't work, we won't have a place to live and something to eat

After an hour and a half, Isa arrives with the dress. Truth to be told, the dress is very nice. My friend always buys very nice clothes and shoes. I would have to stop eating to buy them.

The dress that Isa brought me is beautiful. It is dark green with a not too scandalous neckline. It fits very tight around the body, above the knee. This time, I straightened my hair and kept my makeup not too heavy, some black shoes with fine heels. I will wear the necklace and earrings he had given me.

Isa and Katy applaud because they say I look like Victoria's Secret model. I laugh at their exaggerations. Do I look like a model? Yes, of course. Piggy business model, I guess.

I look at the clock. It is eight o'clock and as if I were calling him mentally, he arrives at the right time. I open the door and find this man. My God! I should be paying him to go out with me, not the other way around. He's dressed in gray pants that look super sexy on him and a white shirt with the first buttons detached. I don't understand why this man pays to date women when women should pay to go out with him?

"Hello, beautiful, ready?" He gives me one of his perfect smiles.

“Yes Iam. I was born ready” I joke to calm my nerves. He just smiles widely before he reaches over to leave a soft kiss on my cheek and just grins mischievously.

“Then come on, beautiful” I nod to leave, closing the door.

Uff, what this night awaits me. I don’t know.

All the way in the car Iam kept looking at me and repeated how beautiful I am. I'm starting to believe that too. If he tells me one more time, I'm sure, I'll believe it.

We arrive at a beautiful house. By house, I meant a mansion. We get out of the car. Iam offers me his hand, and we go inside. There are people, but not many. I notice people that I had seen at the gala the night before. Oh God, I hope I don't meet the arrogant man again. I look everywhere, searching for him with my eyes but he's not here. I sigh, relieved.

“Who are you looking for?”  Iam's eyes are watching me curiously.

“Um, no, no one,” I say quickly.  “I'm just looking at how beautiful this house is,” I answer, giving myself two mental slaps for being so stupid until a girl embraces me effusively. She is a beautiful girl and the man I remember is called Leonardo.

“Welcome to Italy,” Leonardo greets me with a kiss on the cheek and introduces me to the young girl who is his sister. He tells me that Lidia has returned to Italy after having been in London for three years.

“Oh, delighted! I exclaim,” she hugs me, she is so cute. The talks continue until Iam tells me to come to the garden. I just nod to everything he tells me, I repeat he is paying me. I can not say no. We approach two men with whom Iam began to speak, I just stay with them listening carefully to what they are saying, smiling from time to time when they speak to me, however, suddenly I start to feel that feeling, those nerves and that anxiety that only one person provokes in me.

Dante!

“Good evening” that voice again, I press my lips together, turning slowly to find him approaching us. He is perfectly dressed in casual black pants and a gray shirt and that damn smile on his lips.

“Good evening,” everyone greets him and he just stands next to me. One of the waiters offers him a drink and he accepts it and starts drinking while talking to the men present. I act unconcerned as if his mere presence was not causing me anything, damn it, while my legs are shaking. I feel like I'm going to fall at any moment and more with these heels, why should you stand next to me? The exquisite aroma of him is killing me and I even feel the heat of his body or am I the one dying of heat? my stomach turns, suddenly I freeze. I feel the tips of someone’s fingers going up my arm, I swallow hard. I don't have to be a fortune teller to know who is it. What is he doing?

Instantly my skin bristles, I turn to look at his face and he has that dark and wicked smile, drinking from his glass with indifference as if nothing had happened. I take my other hand and pull his. “Excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom,” I say slowly to Iam in his ear so that he listens and he nods in response

“Do you want me to go with you?” he whispers, I just shake my head and then speak in a shaky voice. I just want to run away from there.