My Strange Addiction | Dallas Winston

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As Madelyn woke up, she was greeted by the sun shining in her eyes. She sat up and wiped her face, noticing Dallas looking at something at the desk. "Hey, you're up," he turned around, shoving something back in the desk. Madelyn responded, "Yep and I feel like shit," clearing her throat.

"i've been waiting for you to get up because I wanted to properly apologize for last night. Nothing happened but I know how it would look from your view. I wanna restart so, how bout I take you out tonight, I can pick you up from your house at 7 tonight" He looked into her tired eyes waiting for a response. "Yeah, sure let's do it" she softly nodded her head.

Madelyn felt happy again, knowing that nothing had happened and that Dallas genuinely wanted to spend more time with her.

As she opened her mouth to speak, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She immediately shut her mouth and covered it with her hand, hoping to stave off the urge to vomit. "What's wrong?" he asked, looking at her with concern.

"Bad hangover," she groaned, feeling embarrassed at her inability to hold her liquor. She fell back onto the bed, feeling the cool sheets against her skin.

Dallas got up from the bed and walked over to the window, shutting the blinds and causing the room to go dark. He walked back to the bed and lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her. She felt a sense of comfort as she snuggled into his embrace.

He drew circles across her lower back, causing her to smile a little. The gentle touch soothed her, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

"Where do you plan on taking me tonight?" Madelyn asked, looking at Dallas expectantly. "It's a surprise," he answered with a grin.

"Come on, tell me," Madelyn pleaded, giving him a pouty look.

"Nope," Dallas shook his head, enjoying the playful banter.

"Lame," Madelyn groaned, pretending to be annoyed.

Madelyn stared into his deep, brown eyes and sat up, straddling him. Dallas smirked and sat up a little, his hands guiding her hips. She leaned down and started kissing him passionately, thrusting her hips up and down. Dallas responded eagerly, getting on top of her and kissing her neck.

"Yeah, yeah," Madelyn hummed as Dallas moved his hands down her body, leaving purple-reddish marks of his touch on her neck.

Before they could continue, someone knocked on the door. Dallas sighed and called out, "What ya need?"
"Dallas, is your girl in there?" Buck asked from the other side of the door. "Yeah, why?" Dallas asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Phone call," Buck said before walking away.

Madelyn let out a sigh of frustration as Dallas got off of her and stood up. She sat up on the bed, feeling a mix of emotions - both aroused and irritated.

"I'll be right back," Madelyn said, throwing a shirt on ,as she got up from the bed. Dallas watched as she opened the door and walked down the stairs.

"Hey Buck," Madelyn smiled as she walked behind the counter to grab a Tylenol. With the amount of times she spent the night at Buck's, she basically knew where everything was.

"Bad hangover?" Buck assumed from her grabbing medicine. She nodded and grabbed the phone. "Hi."

"Why the fuck are you at a bar?" a man on the other line yelled, and Madelyn immediately knew who it was. She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath before responding.

"Dad, I thought you were gone for work? And how do you even know I'm here?" Madelyn tried to stay quiet, not wanting to draw attention to herself.