His Addiction {COMPLETED}

His House

Back in Italy:

Andrew's POV

Well life was interesting, when I say interesting, I mean, very much interesting. For the first time, Italy seemed to look like it was not a bad place for a vacation, I mean when Stacy is here and I get to tease her as much as I want, life was fun to live.

The Italy show just began and I was sitted amongst the audience as the models started coming forth and back,
I won't lie but I'm waiting for Stacy to show up, the past few days we've spent together is something.

Just as my phone rang, she showed up wearing a blue mini dress with an alluring make-up, I was so interested in her that I totally forgot about my phone. She was smiling widely as she stared down at the crowd, I was kinda hoping she'd see me but she didn't.

She went back and I turned to my phone and saw Pascal's message

"I've been calling dude, I would be in Italy tomorrow and if need be then I would fly first to London to settle the issue before hand", his text read

"Sorry about the delay, yeah, I would be expecting you, Stacy is very eager to meet you, trust me when I say that the news of your arrival put her in a good mood", I texted to him but there was no response, well I guess he must have been tired of waiting for my reply as well.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight special!! All the way from New York City, the beauty that brings light to Italy fashion week!! I introduce to you the dashing and sizzling sensation, Anastasia Daniels!!! Representing the Wilson's Fashion Agency", the MC of the show said as Stacy came from backstage wearing a white very tiny dress this time with a long black lace knee high socks and pretty white heels, her hair was loosely hanging behind her shoulder and she had that daringly sweet smile

"Calling on stage is her boss, the very brand CEO of Wilson's Fashion Agency, Mr Andrew Wilson!!!" He said and I smirked, this is beginning to get old

I walked up the stage with a full smile and the run ups we're done and pictures were taken, I was beginning to get tired of all this but the thought of what Stacy might think if I give up get me going.

It seemed like a lot of companies and brands loved my new model and she bagged a lot of endorsements at the spot and I even helped her sign some deals, yeah, Stacy was gonna be famous.

We both left late after the event has long dismissed and she looked exhausted

"We could lodge at a nearby hotel for the night of you're too tired", I said and she looked at me as if seeing me for the first time

"Really?! I know how much you spent on that hotel and I ain't about to let you spend more because of some stupid fatigue I'm facing, I can survive until we get there, I would just lay down at the back of the car", she said and I nodded, well, it's understandable considering the fact that she's from a poor background so money is something they value.

I was driving back to the hotel when I got a thought...why not take her to my house, she could really need a deep hot bath and that bathroom at the hotel isn't the best idea for something like that... wait, what am I thinking! When did I start to care, no I still don't care, the thing is that I have a generous and kind heart, that's why her tiredness bothers me a little and considering the fact that she would never let me touch her inappropriately, I had to respect her decision and give her the privacy she deserves, with that thought, I changed routes and drove towards my house.

When we got there, she was already asleep, I called her a few times but it seemed like she was really stressed out so I carried her in my arms inside the house, I had to let the security camera scan my eye for confirmation then a little opening came out from the door and I placed my left hand on the plate and it was scanned again before the door finally opened.