The Addiction

The Addiction- Chapter 2 Pt 1

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Amanda Cowells

"I didn't know all about this sir. Your grandmother sounds like a very capable woman." I say, ecstatic to finally know something about this man. Anyone who knows me KNOWS I love a good backstory, especially of woman empowerment. 

"Don't call me sir. I already told you call me Elize." He says, his deep, commanding voice drowning out mine. I level my eyes to the ground as he moves inches away from my blushed face. 

His cool eyes fixated me to a point where i had to look up and meet his gaze. His torrid gaze. I sometimes find myself thinking that he's going to push me away, after he's done messing with me he's going tell me how wretched I look. Or how after all this time, it had all been some humorous stunts he was playing on me. 

 But then, he would gently touch my knee and tenderly kiss my neck , and a big part of me patently believes that this isn't a lie. 

He caresses my hand and I feel myself drifting, but then he yanks me back to reality. 

 " We won't have time to discuss my family's entire history because my grandmama is coming over soon." My heart drops ten feet below my body. The last time I met any of Elize's family, they had mistaken me for one of the many girl's he was screwing and embarrassed me. I still shiver from that memory. I've never seen a group of people so mad to have someone there.

"I don't think it would be... a good idea if I was in the same room as her. She'll probably rip my throat out..." I murmur, getting more anxious by the second. 

"I've already discussed a lot about you." He smirks and trails his fingers up my arm, leaving behind goosebumps. 

"I told her you were a virgin." I drop my jaw and my already big eyes widen. He didn't, he did not tell his grandmother...

"You didn't!" I squeak, my ears burning.

"I did. That helped to soothe her a little bit, especially with all the things that have happened. Just make sure to get straight to the point with her. She hates people who mumble on. And also... Are you listening to me?"

I didn't hear the last thing he said. My mind's just revolving around the fact that one of my most sensitive secrets is bubbling around a family that hates me. Great.

The heat dispersed all the way to my cheeks and nose, and I bury my face in my hands. 

"Why are you doing that?" He asks, a chuckle hiding in his voice.

"Why... did you have to tell her? No one was supposed to know in the first place." I mumble bashfully.

He pulls my hands away from my crimson face, and stares into my eyes with a smirk. 

"You know, the problem of you being a virgin can easily be solved princess." He winks. This didn't help my blushing situation as my whole body bursts in flames. I shrink into the chair, my mind racing and my hands once again residing on my face. 

I can feel his hands start to trail up my exposed legs. I'm wearing a knee length banana colored floral dress, but now the end of it is at my upper thigh as he chases it higher. 

"Stop!" I squeak, and I push his robust hands away. His eyes grow darker, and the power of his lustful stare makes my stomach do an automatic flip. He gently slides his hands to my waist and kisses me passionately, the heavenly smell of forest wood filling up my senses once again.

As he's pulling away, leaving me breathless, he bites my bottom lip teasingly.

"You're so cute. I really want to see how you will react when we do more then just kiss." He whispers, his voice so low and seductive that it renders me speechless and in trance. He bites his own lip slowly as he looks me up and down. 

"But don't worry. I'll contain myself for as long as you want me to." He smirks. I don't respond but sit there, completely submerged in the sharpness of his jaw and the softness of his lips. He is about to land another heavenly kiss when his phone starts to ring. 

"Oh" He says as he looks at the caller ID, "Its my Grandmama, I'll be back in a little bit. Help yourself with whatever drinks you find in the fridge. Maybe pop some champagne." He winks as he leaves to receive the call. 

I wanted to remind him again that I don't drink in general, but he probably wouldn't care. 

I bite the place on my bottom lip that his teeth had grazed and I find myself secretly wanting him to do it again. The temptation that I have long shunned and shamed my body for was now growing stronger, and I really didn't know how long I could contain myself. 

I used to be really different, but now, as I look around his expensive penthouse, the walls resembling glistening ivory and the ruby carpets showing no signs of dirt contact, I realize that I'm surely changing every minute, every hour I'm with this serial-womanizer. 

My mind starts to drift off to how this all started. I stare out his polished, clear window at the farther side of his room and begin to day dream of all the past events that had led up to this moment. Who would've of thought.