Addicted to You

Chapter 3 - Slutty Thoughts

When I finally started jogging back home, since I didn't take my car when I went out for my run, it started sprinkling .

"Great." I muttered to myself. Just what I needed . The only good thing was it was the summer so I wouldn't get cold , bad thing was it got super humid and the air had a sticky like feeling to it and god how I hated the feeling.

I started to push my self and sprinted home which wasn't very far .

I finnaly arrived home. I looked up at my "home" which was also a mansion , I didn't conside it home since it was my stepdads , ever since my mom got married to my stepdad who was an asshole and treated me like shit when my mom wasn't around , I couldn't stand being "home" I considered it hell. My mother was hardly home since she was a doctor , she had to constantly work extremely late hours which was a big reason she didn't know about my addiction to boys.

Fortunately my stepdad didn't know either , I thank god sometimes we lived in a mansion .

When I got to the huge double doors I punched in the pass code to open them. When the lock clicked and the doors were unlocked I pushed them open which I wasn't going to lie it was a little hard considering the fact that they were slightly heavy, especially for a petite girl like me although i liked to consider myself pretty average when it came to my height since I was 5'5.

When I entered the mansion I slowly walked up the steps to the third floor which felt like forever before I finally entered my room. It was pretty enormous with it's king sized bed in the middle of the room, and the light cream walls, the teal couch with white little throw pillows. I flopped down on my bed extremely exhausted after my run and then the little incident with Mr.Sexy Asshole. I smirked remembering his completely shocked face. Good he deserved to be put in his place for once because I'm pretty sure not many girls have ever turned him down what with him looking like some sex god.

Suddenly I heard a crash downstairs. I quickly got up completely forgetting about the unknown sexy asshole and dashed downstairs. I grabbed a bat from the game room before checking out what all the commotion was. Better to be safe then sorry I thought to myself, can't risk it being some burglar or something of that nature. When I got to the last step I heard another bang and then a groan . Okay what the fuck was that! I slowly and quietly crept to the kitchen were all the sounds were coming from.

When I entered the huge kitchen with it's white marble floor, stainless steel appliances, and granite tops I nearly puked at the sight before me.

I dropped the bat without thinking and my mom and step dad jumped apart from their locked embrace. My mother quickly fixed her blouse and hair , as if thinking I'd forget all that just happened.

"Seriously guys? Ever heard of a room? There's about 30 in this house. You do realize other people live here have some decency, uhhh gross I think I puked in my mouth a little." I groaned.

"Oh darling, don't act like you've never seen people kissing before." My mother stated with a twinkle in her brown eyes.

I grimaced, "If you mean people exchanging spit and practically doing it on the kitchen counter then no I have not. But you people have just corrupted me, basically giving me a front row seat of that." I said sarcastically.

To be exact they didn't corrupt me because okay I'm not going to lie I've done it on a kitchen counter a few times with a few different guys. Oh did I forget to mention I'm a major slut? Yup I am. I'm a walking living breathing slut. And I'm not ashamed to say I am. My mom and step dad obviously don't know that because I'm super carful about bringing guys home.

I guess your wondering why I'm a slut. No I'm not a slut because I'm looking for attention or anything like that cause to be honest I just find a guy I like use him for sex and some comfort and then I'm off to the next sexy guy I see. I guess you can say I'm addicted to boys . They're just so fucking wonderful. And they seem to fulfill all my needs . Maybe I'm a little bit of a sex addict to. Your probably thinking that I'll sleep with any guy that approaches me, but no you are very wrong I only sleep with guys I'm majorly attracted to it's not like I'm sleeping with a new guy everyday. I actually haven't had sex in a month or two because I haven't been really been going out much and associating with people . God I'm such a slut, sometimes I hate being like this.

Then I heard my mom laugh, pulling me out of my slutty thoughts.

"Oh darling, don't be so dramatic, well I'm off to bed now i have a long day ahead of me tomorrow."

When my mom left to her room I realized I was now stuck with my asshole of a stepdad. My face scrunched up in distaste, I then turned to leave to my room to avoid him all together when he called out my name. Greaaattt I thought to myself.

I turned around looking him in his blue eyes, I had to admit he was good looking for a guy in his mid 40's , but his personality might as well have ruined any good looks he has.

"Next time don't interrupt us, you stupid pathetic shit." He hissed.

Obviously pissed he didn't get some right now, I smirked . Not that I cared he could rot in hell for all I cared.

"Whatever you say sir." I mumbled sarcastically.

"Don't you dare take that tone with me young lady or you'll regret it."

I inwardly rolled my eyes, I was a pretty strong girl capable of holding my own, but I knew if I fucked up he would hit me like he's done so many times. I wanted to tell someone for so long, but he threatened he'd hurt my mother to or do something inevitable like that and I couldn't afford to lose my mother after my father had died of cancer, it had devastated my mother she'd been severely depressed and got fired from her job at the hospital and we lost everything because of that. I didn't blame her, but sometimes I hated her for not being strong for not being there for me, I think that's when my addiction to boys started they made me feel wanted and made me forget about how shitty my life was. Ever since then I'd turned to boys for comfort it just became a habit and I couldn't seem to stop. Anyways speaking of boys I needed a new man in my life. God me and my slut thoughts, I silently laughed.

Anyways back to my mother, later on after I turned into my little slut self, my mother met millionaire Jeff Lemmington. She instantly fell for his bullshit charms, I tried to convince her that he was using her, but she was completely infatuated by him and naive to the thought. I figured eventually he'd get tired of her and dump her like a useless toy, unfortunately they then decided to get married . I sometimes wish he would dump her, but then I knew if he did my mother would most likely go Into that horrific state she had been in when my father had died. And I hated seeing her like that more then anything else.

I sighed I needed to get out of here and find myself a distraction thinking about my shitty life and all the shitty things that could happen seemed to really fuck me up and stress me out I really didn't need that in my life at the moment .

So I ran back up the stairs after agreeing to be a perfect little angel to my step father by never "interrupting them" and took a quick cold shower and got dressed in a super tight red dress which showed all my curves, some red pumps, red lipsticks, and I was ready to go find myself a fun distraction.

Sorry for such a long chapter but i wanted to explain in it why she was the way she was, please excuse all my mistakes im going to edit this chapter as soon as i get the time . Im also going to mention that this story happens to have some sexual language and alot of bad words so read at your own risk. Anyways Enjoy and please give me feedback on how you like it or dont like it. Anyway ill update soon {: