Addicted {bxb}

XXXVIII

~One Month Later~

~Justin~

It's already been another month since I've been helping my parents with the company. All the suits, ties, glasses of champagne, and conversations about shit I don't care about was slowly starting to ruin my life.

"Mmm," I groaned from the warm feeling of being inside a male I met during one of my parents' events. "You feel so good."

See I did say that I was going to step up and help my parents with the company and that's what I was doing. I show up, talk to a few people I've seen my parents talk to, then try to find out if they have a son around my age.

"Fuck Justin you're so deep," he moaned, gripping the sheets on the bed.

But that's the thing about me... no matter what I do or how much I try to "change" I'll always be addicted to sex.

"I'm about to cum," I groaned, slamming my dick harder and faster into him.

"Ahh~ don't... don't pull out."

My parents can see that I'm stepping up for the family business and I can still do what I enjoy doing without them knowing. I've always been over the family business the moment I put on my first suit that my mom had bought me. So why do I torture myself? Because I was tired of them using Maricio to get under my skin. The only thing is, I don't know how much longer I can keep pretending this is the path I want to take.

I walked through the front door of my house, my shirt halfway unbuttoned and my coat was flung over my shoulder. I slipped off my shoes then walked through the foyer, stopping in my tracks when I saw my parents both standing in the kitchen.

Fuck.

"Nice of you to finally show up," my dad said, slightly closing his laptop.

"I-"

"Where did you disappear off to last night?" my mom questioned me.

"I... I went to the Kings' house," I lied in an attempt to save myself.

"Sarah and Julian Kings' house?" my mom asked.

"Yeah."

"What for?" my dad asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Justin." My mom stepped around the island so she was closer to me. "Sarah and Julian were at the event the whole night."

Double fuck.

"So stop lying and be honest."

"I-"

"I knew you weren't serious about stepping up for the business," my dad said, grabbing his laptop but before he could leave my mom stopped him.

"Honey," she said and he made eye contact with her.

"You can't seriously believe anything that comes out of this boys mouth," my dad snapped.

"I never said I believed him," my mom said.

"You did when he said that he wanted to help out with the company and look where we are now."

Hearing my parents go back and forth while talking about me like I wasn't standing here, made me clench my fist. Of course I know that snapping my fingers wouldn't turn the old me off but even trying, it didn't seem like I was making any progress.

"Our son-"

"Your son!" my dad shouted, cutting my mom off. "Is an embarrassment! All he does is ruin his life, drowning himself in drugs and alcohol!"

"I haven't done that since I started helping with the company!" I snapped, finally tired of being silent.

"Helping!?" my dad snapped back, now making eye contact with me. "What have you done for this company that your mom and I can't do on our own?"

"I'm still trying!"

"Not hard enough," he said in a harsh tone.

"Boys!" my mom shouted.

"Don't worry about trying to do anything anymore," my dad said.

"Seriously?" I questioned him.

"Yeah. Seriously. I have to plan for this Valentines Day event which is something that you could have at least helped out with."

"Babe-"

"Not now," my dad said then with that he made his way to his office.

Now my moms eyes were on me. "Justin-"

I shook my head, not wanting to hear what she had to say and made my way upstairs to my room. It was hard to convince my dad anything that I was trying to change but I couldn't do that because I couldn't even convince myself. This isn't the life I wanted for myself and he knew that. But still, a little encouragement probably would've...

Who am I fooling?

I didn't want to help with the family business if that was going to be the only way for my parents to respect me. I opened my phone, going to messages so I could text Randy but seeing a message from Adrian that I had yet to respond to left me questioning everything.

Adrian: Can we talk (1 month ago)

Adrian: I'm sorry (1 month ago)

I would be lying if I said I didn't think about that night from time to time.

"Do you have a condom?"

"No."

"How far are you willing to go?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"You know my answer."

"Mine isn't any different."

That moment when we made eye contact, seeing him laying underneath me, I couldn't stop my mind from going back to that first time.

I stood at the foot of my bed, staring down at him then removed my shirt before crawling between his legs.

"What-"

"It's better if you don't talk."

When he pressed his hands against my chest, in an attempt to stop me, I grabbed his wrist, pinning them above his head.

"Stop," Adrian said breathlessly. "Ju-Justin... please."

Looking into his glossy eyes did make me feel anything because in that moment I wanted to explore every part of his body.

"What are you doing?" his voice whimpered.

Then I was brought back to that night from a month ago.

"What... what are you-"

"I'm sorry Adrian but-"

"Don't say that you can't."

"Even though it's true?"

"Why!?" he snapped.

"Adrian-"

"Why can't you let me give myself to you like you do with everyone else?"

"Because-"

"It's just sex right!?"

"Not with you!"

Something that I said which I know was the reason why he wanted to talk but I couldn't. I couldn't handle all the questions I know he has. I couldn't handle speaking to him right now because the truth is... I didn't have any answers for him. But the one thing I didn't understand...

Why was he saying sorry?

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