Addicted {bxb}

Prologue (Part One)

~Beginning of Part One~

The sounds that were blasting through the speakers were unbearable to listen to. The constant feeling of the world spinning as I pushed through the crowd of people just to get to the kitchen to get a refill. To think that I've been doing this since senior year most people would think I got tired of it but truth is, I'll always enjoy it.

Oh, I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Justin Park. The party animal who's loaded with money thanks to his parents' company having such a big name. Not a life I asked for but also not really bothered by it. Why? Because when they had their own business party to throw and host it was always at someone else's house. So where did that leave me? Home alone. Which is exactly where I am right now.

When I got to the kitchen I grabbed another cup to fill up with more alcohol. I was on a lot of stuff right now. Anyone could tell if they were sober but everyone here was the complete opposite of sober. Thanks to me.

Now I could try to find my group of equally wasted friends or better idea I could stop eye fucking the handsome man that's been staring at me since I entered the kitchen and actually start fucking him.

I let out a moan when he pushed me against the wall with his hand around my throat. I was usually the dominant one when it came to sex but I was out of my mind to even try to take control. So I let him push me on the bed as I watched him make his way to me while he removed his shirt. As expected, he's fit. I removed my shirt and then pulled him on top of me continuing to have a sloppy make-out session with him. The kissing never bothered me, it was all about if you knew how to have sex and he did.

I groaned and gripped my sheets as he pounded into me. I've fucked and been fucked multiple times and somehow I just end up picking the right ones. They always knew how to handle me, hit the right spot, and release at the end. But the only thing they lacked was thinking they could just get my number and blow up my phone, begging for another round. My answer was always the same.

"Be lucky you even got one."

Then when they left my bedroom I would lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling until I eventually fell asleep. Sleeping after every party that I throw always seems to hit differently. The only thing I hate every time I wake up is the fact I'm hungover as shit and have zero energy to do anything for five hours.

That's basically my life when my parents leave their only child home alone in a mansion with no source of entertainment. But I don't complain because at some point I can get my chance of freedom when I don't have to house-sit.

"Good morning," I groaned when I got downstairs to see my parents have their eyes glued to their devices.

"You smell disgusting, honey," my mom said, walking into the living room, then hollered out over her shoulder, "It doesn't hurt to use the shower."

"It is free," my dad added.

"Hilarious," I said in a dry tone then grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

One thing I never had to worry about was waking up to a messy house from the previous night. Erica, the only person who I don't ever think about sleeping with, always cleans the house after kicking everyone out. This news was brought to me during the one class we signed up for together.

"Justin," my dad spoke and I looked at him through my hangover shades. "When are you going to grow out of this phase?"

"What phase, dad?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"The party animal phase," he clarified without looking up from his laptop. "It's becoming embarrassing for your mom and I?"

And there it was. The only words that could break me. Of course, they didn't see that since their eyes are constantly locked on their phones, laptops, computers, basically anything with a screen.

"Sorry to disappoint," I said but that apology had zero genuine in it. "Can I get some money?"

"I'll send it to you," my dad replied.

"Right now would be nice."

I watched him turn on his phone then his index finger began tapping the screen and once he looked away, my phone turned on.

"Thank you," I said, making my way to the front door.

"Don't come home until I text you," my mom called out once I swung the door open.

"Love you too," I called back then closed the door behind me.

She didn't mean that in a rude way. What she meant to say was, "Your dad and I are hosting a party at this house so you are welcome to stay over at a friend's place." I knew that piece of information last night and even though I get pretty fucked up every time I still have great memory.

"They won't notice their car is gone."

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New chapter next Tuesday!