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

“ What happened today, precious, with my friend Dante? I bit my lip nervously. There it was. He didn't take long to ask.

"Nothing, Iam. It's just a misunderstanding," he arched an eyebrow, smiling sideways.

"I saw more than that," He drank his wine. I just nervously squeezed the glass.

“Is there something between you and Dante? Something I should know?” He fixed his eyes on me, again. Jesus Christ! What do I tell him?

"Nothing, really," I swallowed hard.

"But tonight, I want it to be only us, Paula." He lowered the glass on the table before grabbing mine and doing the same. Then he took my hand. I looked at him with wide eyes and was nervous.

"Tonight I just want us to talk about the two of us," he added.

"I like you too Paula." he sincerely confessed.

Oh Blessed Jesus !!

“You are beautiful, simple, tender. I know there is a contract between us but I like you very much. Without realizing it, I have started feeling something for you,” I gulped and began to shake.

"Iam!" I exclaimed, slowly withdrawing my hand.

"I don't know what to tell you," I Just smile. He's very handsome but he doesn't compare to that damn Dante. "Iam, I can't reciprocate. What I do is because I need the money." I don't want to lie to him. He doesn't deserve it.

He nodded smiling.

"I have fifteen days, Paula. And if in those fifteen days you don't feel anything for me. it's all over, what do you think?"

I thought about it for a moment and I do not see anything wrong with the proposal. Maybe it will help me to forget Dante. Yes, I know it's wrong. I feel terrible but I have to forget Dante. He tricked me, and I will do whatever it takes to forget him, hopefully, with Iam I can do it. He is a good man, right? Perhaps I could come to feel something for him.

"That's fine. I accept," I replied and he grinned widely.

"Let's toast, for us," he offered me my glass again. He tapped his glass with mine but I don't want to drink. I hardly ever drink except the other night at the club, which ended terribly badly.

"Good," he exclaimed, slapping his knee.

"Let's go to the table, I prepared something that you are going to love,” he declared, offering his hand to me to get up.

We walked to the beautiful and elegant glass table decorated with a bouquet of roses in the middle.

“ Mmm delicious Iam, did you cook it?” I narrowed my eyes, as he nodded smiling.

"Of course, I know how to do many things," He said, raising his eyebrows several times. I laughed helplessly.

“Taste it!” he said.

During the dinner, we talked a little about his work, about his law firm, and about his mother. It's fun talking to him. When we finished dinner, I helped clear the table. An hour later he got ready again to take me home. At no point did he try to do anything but speak. A few simple touches or small, unimportant caresses.

"Thank you, Iam for the dinner. It was delicious. I had a great time" I declared sincerely.

"I'm glad you liked it beautiful," he replied and without waiting he sticks his mouth to mine, kissing me. I don't reciprocate, I stay still. I'm surprised and a little scared, finally he slowly separates from me.

"Thanks for giving me your time, Good evening Paula." He gently caresses my cheek and walks away leaving me there, more than confused.

"Good night, Iam."

“ Did you forget so quickly everything that happened?” I am stunned. He Is here.

“ Dante!” I whispered turning towards him, seeing him approach me. I observed his appearance, very disheveled and ... Drunk.

“ Did you forget me, Paula? Did you forget that I made you mine? When you screamed my name under me?”

My nerves raged in my body. He grabbed my arm, closing all distance between us. His breath smelled of liquor mixed with his cologne, that aroma that permeated my nostrils, deliciously addictive.

"Let go of me, Dante, you are the first who forgot about me."

"No fucking way. It wasn't like that," he started screaming.

"Take it easy!" I said because I didn't want to put on a show here outside my building at this hour.

"I won't calm down at all, Paula. I won't because you won't let me explain. I will never leave you !! I never left with another. There is no other because there is only you because …” and he stopped abruptly.

“ What, Dante?” he finally let me go, running his hand over his face, denying it over and over again. What did you want to tell me? God.

"We are going to talk about it, Dante but not now, not today, not in the state you are in," he observed me, a little calmly.

“ Really?”

"Yes," I responded like an idiot.

“ Tomorrow?”