" Love Untitled " ~ The Road To Your Heart ~ BOOK FIVE

BOOK 5 > Ch. 22 ~HARD HABIT TO BREAK~

'Being without you is all a big mistake

Instead of getting easier, it's the hardest thing to take

I'm addicted to you babe, you're a hard habit to break. '

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Richard Armani, who's shirtless and was only wearing his pajamas, stood outside the room where Psyche and his niece, Harper, was sleeping. He checked his Audemars Piquet Royal Oak Grande wrist watch and it told him that it was already two thirty in the morning. Pete's fvcking sake, it's already two thirty in the morning and he can't shut his mind off from thinking about the idea that Psyche was sleeping just on top of his own room. He showered, he drank whiskey, then finally, he swam against the icy water of the hacienda's pool, yet his body and boner can't keep himself from thinking about the woman he's beginning to be so addicted to. When he realized that he'll not sleep anytime, he went to the kitchen cabinet to grab the master keys of the mansion's room. Next thing he did was he ascended the stairs and went straight to the third floor. His room was located on the second and his overly-excited niece informed him that she'll be sleeping with Ms. Tiger-Lily, Harper's pet name for Psyche. Just to make things complicated for him, he found out from Harper's nanny that Psyche's room was just on top of his. It was where his insomnia began. Seeing the woman's long legs and cleavage on her violet gown was a critical punishment. The man felt mistreated knowing that the woman who knew his libido's pass code, slept in the room where he can obviously reach her.

He heavily sighed on his own insanity. He had never craved for a woman after he tasted her. Psyche was like more than his appetizer. She has become his favorite meal and he thinks that he wants to taste more of the woman. He inserted the key as he smiled to himself when it made a small sound, indicating that he already unlocked it. Quietly and carefully, he pushed the door and went inside the room that was only illuminated by a single lamp shade on the bedside. Richard Armani scanned the spacious guest room and saw the there were two queen size beds available and both his niece and Psyche were occupying the bed on the left side, nearest the window. He walked further and stood at end of the occupied bed, where Harper was comfortably snuggled in between Psyche's neck and breast. His breath quickened, he inhaled sharply the moment his eyes landed on the woman's rounded chest, her nipples was shaped under the garment, because her silk lingerie refused to decently cover her twinies. Damnsht, why must she wear that evil-created sleepwear, as if she knew he'll spy on her, while she slept soundly? He felt like a thief in the night that he needed to sneak out of his room just to see the woman in her peaceful state, without anyone judging him why and what the hell was he thinking. So what exactly the hell was he thinking? He must be fvcked up crazy. Richard Armani sighed again, while his eyes feasted on Psyche's serene form. She was wearing this tight, silk, black lingerie that shaped her rounded breast, shapely hips and ends at the bottom of her knees. He scanned his lower body and knew exactly why he's here. His arousal for her couldn't wait for another day.