Strange Addiction

Chapter 49

The day after tomorrow will finally be Quinn and Tyler’s wedding. I didn’t even leave the estate just so nothing bad happens again.

I used to love walking but now I didn’t want to go out. I let myself busy with working out. Apparently, this huge mansion has a gym so I made use of it- which made Nile happier and more sexually active.

He said I became more attractive, especially my body. Sometimes I wonder if he really loves me or just my body. I mean the man was obviously insatiable. I think the maids here knew what we were always doing when Nile was so obvious about it. He can’t seem to keep his hands off me and always seduced me.

Just what the hell is going on with this guy? He’s taking advantage of the fact that his parents aren’t here. He's obviously become addicted to the said activity. I’m spent but I love it either way. I’m not going to give him the privilege of knowing that.

I went down for brunch since I woke up pretty late. Nile left to get something from his office and then come back right away.

Ever since I told him to stay, he’s been working at home since then. Although I told him that I don’t mind anymore if he goes to his company to work. He still insisted on staying with me. I appreciate his thoughtfulness but it makes me feel guiltier by the day. And besides, the nightmare didn’t come back which is good. Hopefully, it won’t ever return.

I heard people talking from the living room so I went there to check who’s the guest before proceeding to the dining room.

My blood boiled when I saw the said guest, sitting on the couch. It was the same woman who came here not long ago. Her legs were crossed gracefully while drinking probably a cup of tea.

Does she always visit Nile here?

She was startled when she saw me. I raised a brow while watching her. She placed the cup on the center table and obviously wore a fake smile when she looked at me. I crossed my arms in return.

“Hello. I am waiting for Nile. He wasn’t in his office when I went there.” She spoke with all her fakeness.

So if Nile isn’t in the office, she comes here? How often does she come here?

“Who are you?” There was arrogance in the tone of my voice but that was unintentional, I promise.

“I am Christina Lowell. My father, James Lowell, if you knew him, works with Nile.” She spoke with pride with head held high. She stood and reached out her hand, offering me to shake it as an introduction.

I ignored it.

“What are you doing here instead of your father then?” My question took her off guard. “Do you have business with him?”

Her mask finally fell off. She glared at me before speaking. “Who are you to question me anyway?”

“Good question.” I pointed out. “I’m the one who’s going to kick you out of this property.”

She scowled. “Really? Who really are you, huh? I haven’t seen you before. You don’t look like one of the Veselovs. Look at your poor self. Just because you find yourself comfortable here, you act like some hostess. I tell you, you bitch.” She steps towards me threateningly. “I am the future hostess here. I will be the one to kick you out.”

“Nice. I'll make sure to tell Nile that someone wants to marry him. After we've had our fill of course.” I winked which obviously irritated her.

She suddenly grabbed my arm tightly. Her fingers dug my skin and it fucking hurt. I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth in restraint. “You’re just some whore. Once he’s done with you, he’ll be running after me. Not some lowlife like you.”