The Addiction

The Addiction- Chapter 1 Pt 1

Amanda Cowells POV

My name is Amanda Cowells, and I used to be trapped by my parents. No, like quite literally trapped, in which I was never allowed to leave their house until I got married and renewed the cycle with my own kids. I was told that was how it was supposed to be, that my mother and father was just following the religious duty to keep their children safe.

So. Given my circumstance before, I never would have ever thought I would find myself here. In Los Angeles, miles away from the home I've known for 24 years. Residing in the lair of a restless lustful beast, but that's where I find myself now.

I sit at a table as footsteps descend from behind me in a hush.

The soles of his feet whisper behind me and I can feel, sense him reaching out for my hair.

He winds his long slim fingers through my scalp, and it makes me itch for more then just a small touch. He caresses a lock of hair behind my ear, snaking one of his hands at my hip.

I don't dare stare him in the eyes, knowing that I'll just fall for their dark and enigmatic nature.

So i stare forward, at his living room portrait hanged perfectly in the middle of his gigantic white wall.

A swan ballerina arches her legs mid air in a spectacular leap in the highly detailed picture. I would have been truly in awe at the art if I didn't feel him so close.

'I can hear your heart princess.' That nickname he always gives me.

My breath hitches in my throat as I imagine the smirk that must be present on his face now.

I swallow, my cheeks burning as he grabs my chin and slowly turns my face towards him, the scent of freshly cut wood drifting from him.

His dark eyes, chiseled jaw, just his face in general was enough to make me pass out, especially being so close.

His thumb lazily grazes my bottom lip, and I dare open my mouth slightly.

His smirk turns into a smoldering grin which ignites a fire in me, in my eyes that probably can be detected from miles away.

I've tried for so long to stick to myself, to not play his little game, but he was making this infuriatingly hard.

" Princess..." His voice melts away the pet name like butter, and I don't mind anymore on how it makes me feel. I want him, and he knows it. I'm tired of pretending.

He leans in slowly, his nose a mere centimeter from mines until he brushes my lips with his teasingly.

The smell of forest wood is intoxicating.

It makes my head swim with euphoria as he lightly grazes my back with his free hand and holds my face in place with the other.

"Elize. Please." I breathe, breaking all sense of control and winding my arms around his neck. I can feel his dark hair brush against my skin as I kiss him passionately.

"Elize..."

Suddenly he lets go of my face and back and stands up. I am afraid that he's about to leave, but he grabs the chair opposite of me and sits down.

His cheeks are a little rosy, and his hair stood on end at various places from where I had grabbed him. It made him look even more attractive if that was the case.

Actually having time to evaluate him made me realize that he wasn't wearing his usual dark suit and tie. He has on a white cotton shirt that stretched against his toned body, and regular denim jeans.

He stares at me for a moment with calculating eyes, before grabbing my hands with his robust ones. I've already broken my first rule without even realizing it; don't stare into his eyes, that's how woman usually get blinded.

But his eyes were different then usual; soft and almost ridden of all manipulation.

'It's interesting isn't it?' He asks in that low voice of his.

I cock my head a little, but stay silent.

'I've dated many women around the world. Slept with them. And when I am so close to making them my wives, I vanish without a trace. Playing a cruel game, if you will."

He averts his eyes to the art I was staring at a moment ago, the air between us changing.

"Not one of those women were important enough to me to tell my background, my family's history.'

I sit silently, not knowing where this was going. Was he going to tell me I was just a pawn to his game? That I had now lost for wanting him?

As if my conscience wasn't demoralized enough.

"But, you." He turns back to me, my heart racing despite me not wanting it to.

'You're not like any other woman I've wanted.'

I at first don't know what to think or how to react. The notorious Elize Esponanza, renown billionaire and merciless womanizer, has just told me he didn't think I was like other woman.

'You've dodge all my pokes. And even with my fame and money, you still hold yourself back from me because of my past. You remind me a lot of the females in my family, strong and independent.'

I blush deeply. I try not to show how much of a big deal his compliments mean to me, especially since its very rare for Elize to do that for anyone.

'Despite the prominent suitors my family had laid out for me, I think you'd fit perfectly into the family.'

"Wha-" I try to say, but I am cut off by Elize's finger shushing my mouth.

'But first, I want you to know my past with my family. That is the first thing my grandfather had done with grandma ma, and my mother had done with both her husbands. It is seen as luck for young couples.'

I sit at the edge of my chair, my mind racing as I continue to get swept away into his poise posture.

He breathes out slowly, looking into my eyes with a fire so hot, that I thought it would engulf me whole.