Like A Drug ✔️

Chapter 3

Author's Note

I don't know if the Italian is correct since I never have learned that language so everything is from Google Translate (I got through my German class thanks to that app). But if you are from Italy or know Italian please tell me if anything is wrong so I can change it!

{EDITED}

TW: Body shame

Maddison Brooks

I woke up once my alarm on my phone went off. The sound always puts me in a bad mood and I'm already grumpy in the mornings. I should change the sound on my alarm and see if it gets better.

The sunrise was shining through my window and into my face. As soon as my eyes even had been open for a few seconds, they wanted to close again.

Instead I took myself out of my bed and walked into my own bathroom. The walls were in a light white colored stone just as the floor. A few green plants were placed around in the room just to make my bathroom more enjoyable than a square of withe walls.
The towels were laying nicely on the white counter. The gold metal color on the sink created an older aesthetic just as I like it.

I stripped out of the black bikini I had been wearing to bed because I was too lazy to take it off last night before I went to bed.

Yesterday Evan ditched me after half the movie because he needed his 'beauty sleep', sure he is grumpy when he is tired but so am I. At least I stayed awake to watch the movie until the end even if I knew how I would feel today.

Walking into the shower, turning it to the coldest to wake up with the help of the cold water hitting my skin. Enjoying the feeling while taking deep breaths to let air come and fill my squeezing lungs.

Turning the shower up and wrapping a towel around my body before taking a big step out of the bathtub before walking out from my room with just a towel, not thinking much of it since only my family is home at the moment.

I walked down the stairs as quiet as I could knowing that the rest of my family was asleep. No one was awake this time then they didn't have work or school so it was just me.

As usual I walked into the kitchen, surprised to see a guy with dark brown messy hair leaning against the kitchen island. My eyes took control over my next move. My eyes fell over his body, he didn't wear a shirt letting me get a good view of his muscular torso. His skin was kissed by the early summer sun leaving a perfect tan over his body. I could see shapes of a black colored tattoo over the side of his torso; just over a part of his six pack.

A silver chain was hanging around his neck. His legs were covered by grey sweats, a clear bulge showing from his crotch . My eyes snapped back to his face. His eyes were stuck on the glass of water that he was holding in his big hand that veins danced around, he was already wearing his rings around his fingers. His jawline was fixed and sharp.

"What are you doing here, dickhead?" I muttered as I walked past him to get to the sink next to him. His eyes looked up from the glass like I disturbed a deep thought but as his eyes met mine it was like he was happy to see me.

I hate him.

"Dickhead? That's new." Charles chuckled while his eyes scanned my body from head to toe. Crossing the arms over my breasts, feeling unsure what to do under his burning gaze.