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Addicted

Part Two

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Addicted.

I'm pulling her up my body again so those lips crash upon mind again. She is so good at this, at everything. I just can't get enough of her. Just when those luscious lips are about to get twisted with mine, I jolt awake. I'm instantly cold, in need of the warmth of thay body that has been driving me nuts. For that body I crave every day, every hour,every second.

Swinging my legs to the floor, I start searching for her needing that release I just dreamed about. Good,I can't even escape her in ny dreams. She's not in the bathroom. I walk outside and everything is dark anxd music is still playing from the sound system. She's not here. I notice her clothes are missing as well, her shoes too. I notice something on one of the glasses we used, her glass specifically.

If you want me, come find me. Make up your mind.

-L

She left. She Left. Leaving behind eleven words. Why did she leave? She never does. I mean, she does but not now. Not since yesterday. I thought she knew I wanted her to stay.

Briskly walking back to my bedroom I retrieve my phone and the minute it's unlocked I knownthe answer to my question. I recieved a message from this Lacey girl I have no idea of, she exchanged messages with this woman. Make up your mind. She'd said. Now comprehension drenches me.

But the thing is, all I want is her. Since the day we met. Well, since the day I saw her.

It was during a hearing. She had on a black, tight skirt that made her ass look like a piece of heaven, a red blouse underneath a charcoal suite jacket. Red pumps finishing the lascivious look. It was the way she moved that drew me to her. She was a predator and the man at the podium the prey. She was confident and prepared for attack.

After that hearing, I saw her again at the office. It has always been a rule of mine to never mix business with pleasure but at the christmas bash the firm threw, I just couldn't. Her curvy, sensual body was wrapped around a beautiful navy blue dress that accentuated ever single part of her. The moment I saw her I wanted to peel it off and when I finally did,I learned what being an addict really feels like.

It wanting to wake up and feel that high that overcomes you. It's a need so powerful you'd do anything to keep it. It's everything you have liked from all the things you've tried and done in your life wrapped into one. I never wanted to let her go but she did. Right after our heartbeats slowed,our breathing controlled, she bailed. She timidly, which was quite contradicting with her earlier demeanor, dressed again and with a thank you and a I really enjoyed that, she fleed.

She must've not been used to hook ups or she just was afraid of some kind of commitment but she fled every time. So,of course, I started doing the same. Right after the main plate, I left still wanting my dessert. At night, before I'd fall asleep, I'd relive every passionate moment. Every kiss, every touch, every moan,every Goddamnned sensation I would feel with her and that would lull me into the most peaceful of slumbers.