Addiction

65 || Until tomorrow

The moment we step in his bedroom, Miller wraps his strong arm around my stomach pulling me back until my back hits his front. Feeling his breath, a mix of mint and scotch, on my neck sends shivers down my spine "Help me forget this day, angel." His voice is so low that I barely heard him. His nose brushes my neck and I tilt my head more to the side giving him better access.

We are on the same page on this one, I want to forget this day too. He sounds equally exhausted and worn out and something tells me that in a few moments neither of us will remember a thing from this hell of a day.

Just an escape until we face tomorrow.

"Mine was terrible too, I need you." I turn around pressing myself against him, feeling him getting already hard. His hands immediately cup my ass above my dress and his lips nearly brush mine "What happened, baby?" He leans his head until our foreheads touch "Do I need to kill anyone?"

"Tomorrow, distract me now." I crash my lips to his desperately, trying to release my frustration somehow.

What the hell am I doing?

He could legit have cheated on me and I am practically asking him to fuck me? I am one desperate bitch. It's because I know he didn't. He wouldn't cheat, would he?

"Tomorrow." He repeats as his lips move from my mouth to my jawline leaving a trail of burning kisses.

And that's when I hear the sound that makes my heart skip a beat the past few days every time it echoes in my ears. They texted me again, I said that I would ignore this sick situation for the rest of the night but the urge to grab my purse and check my phone is too big. It's like that it's pulling me like a magnet because before I even think of it properly, I place my hands on Miller's chest pushing him away from me and I rush to find my phone.

Miller frowns confused as he watches me walking away from him in order to check my phone. He was so caught up in the moment that he probably didn't even hear the sound of the notification. I should have shut my phone off and leave my head in peace, but no, I needed to torture myself apparently.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: left the club already, little one? Have fun at the boyfriend's.

It takes a lot of effort to prevent my hands from start shaking and keep a straight face in front of Miller in order to hide how upset it made me.

"What happened?" Miller's voice fills my ears snapping me out of it. I blink a few times "Eh, nothing, a text from Olivia about my brother." I brush it off as it was nothing and he nods his head.

I make my way towards him, crashing my mouth to his. He responds immediately, placing his hands on my waist, bringing our bodies closer. I rip his white dress shirt open just because I need to take my anger out on something and he grunts satisfied, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip, tugging it "I am angry, Chase."

"Then we are on the same page, princess. If only you knew what-" He stops himself and he looks away, giving me a clear view of his clenched jaw and the vein in his neck that's clearly noticeable from so close. He sighs, shaking his head but he doesn't seem like he calmed down because he turns his head and takes my hip and my throat, walking me backwards until my back hits the nearest wall. Our chests touch and the vibrations are unbearable. I contemplate if I should speak and ask him what he wanted to say, but he has gotten under my skin at the moment, invaded all of my space and I can't even form a sentence. My body is flashed against his and his face is inches from mine.

"If I knew what?" I eventually couldn't stop myself from asking. I suck a small breath in, holding it in my lungs as he lowers his head and his nose nudges my own "Let's just say that things got a little messy." He answers in a low voice.