Addicted {bxb}

XXX

~Adrian's P.O.V~

~Four Months Later~

"It was just sex," Justin said. "You know that right?"

I slowly nodded my head. "I figured you needed one last good time before you decide to go clean."

But that wasn't true.

"If I do decide to take this step seriously into owning my parents' company then it would be nice to have another friend in the business."

"Friend?"

"If that's what you want to call it."

But that's not what I wanted to call it.

See, the truth is... I do have feelings for Justin.

Why? The sex.

I got attached.

Trying to forget about him wasn't easy the last four months especially since our parents are so close. I denied my feelings for him because I didn't want him to lecture me. I did that myself but there was always that one string of hope.

What if I could change him?

Stalking his Instagram was enough for me to know that he was actually serious about the family business. Each event I would see him in a suit, having conversations with adults that I've seen my parents speak to. From what I've heard from phone conversations with Erica and Justin, I know enough that his mom is proud of him, but his dad is waiting for his son to fail.

Sure, I could finally move on from him but our first encounter played on my mind.

"Stop," I said breathlessly but he didn't listen. "Ju-Justin... please."

Still, he didn't want to listen to me and when he held both of my wrists in his hands so that his free hand could travel underneath my shirt I closed my eyes tight. Justin pulled away from me and even though my vision was blurry from the tears in my eyes I knew the way he was looking at me he showed no sympathy for me.

"You don't have to be experienced, Adrian," he said in a soft tone. "I'll teach you."

"I don't..."

He leaned closer to me so that he could kiss my neck again while his fingers played with my nipple. I couldn't stop myself from moaning again and it wasn't because I was enjoying it.

"Stop," I said breathlessly, still fighting with the stronger male. "Stop... Justin."

"Get off of me!" I shouted, finally finding the strength to push him to the ground.

But now how can I move on when we finally went all the way?

He reached his hand out to touch mine and looked into my eyes.

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah," I replied softly. "It's okay."

His hips pressed me against the counter barely giving me the space to move. But when I moaned against his lips, I felt his hand grab my throat. I tilted my head back, breaking the kiss so his lips could find their way to my neck. When he started to suck on my skin one of my hands gripped tight on his shirt and my other hand was on the back of his neck.

Justin pressed our lips together once again this time with more need and the atmosphere around us grew heavier. He wanted me to know that he was craving me and I knew that I was craving him as well. Our breathing was heavy while we made out and struggled with removing each other's clothes.

He broke our kiss to take off the buttoned shirt I was wearing then tossed it on the ground allowing me to take off his shirt. Once his hands were on my waist Justin hesitated to take off my pants. My eyes were on his while I rubbed the back of his head and slowly nodded.

"Go ahead," I said in a soft whisper. "I give you consent."

I can't.

Yes, I was drunk when we went all the way but even if I was sober, I still would have let him take my virginity. It's weird to say: someone who attempted to rape you then turn around and you start to catch feelings for them. I wouldn't blame it on the alcohol that led to the events of that night because I knew I wanted Justin.

From the moment Erica told me that Justin and Maricio were dating I didn't like the sound of that. Then when Justin told me the complete opposite, I knew I had to take a chance. Not my best move but it's Justin we're talking about. Everyone knew Justin. Everyone knew that he was addicted to a lot of things. Drugs, alcohol, and sex. They came easy to him. Whatever he wanted, he would get.

But now he was done with that.

Justin hurt me but he always cared for me. The Justin I knew was a good person who did terrible things while intoxicated. He was changing for himself and for his parents.

So where did that leave me?

Where did that leave us?

Friends?

Partners?

I opened my Instagram, went to my messages and didn't hesitate tapping on Justin's name. I looked at the last thread of text messages between us:

Me: Too famous for me?

OfficialParkJustin: Is this going to be a thing?

Me: It seems to be popular in our messages.

OfficialParkJustin: I guess you're right.

OfficialParkJustin: But I'm not going to step up for my parents.

Me: You'll regret it if you don't.

OfficialParkJustin: I'll be fine.

And now, just like that, he changed his mind. I couldn't let myself go back to him like that. So, I quickly tapped on his username at the top of my screen then was redirected to a new page where I tapped options. But then I froze, hovering over the blocked option. 

There was nothing I could say or do to stop how I really feel about Justin. He attempted to rape me which hurt me for a long time and when I was finally able to forget about it, I encouraged him to have sex with me.

A normal feeling of love and lust shouldn't go this way. I shouldn't feel this way for him because he doesn't feel the same way towards me. Even if us being friends was an option, I know my parents would question me more than they already question Erica. I was the victim and I was giving my abuser a chance to be in my life again? I was willing to do that because all I wanted was his attention?

You've blocked this account

You can't message or video chat with OfficialParkJustin (Park.Justin).

It was time for me to move on the way I was supposed to from the start.

~End Of Part Two~