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“I’m happy to help in whatever way I can, Mr. Stone,” I said. “I’m always available here at the front desk.”

“Wonderful,” Joseph gushed.

I wanted to laugh. Nate could ask Joseph for anything and he would give it to him. I smiled politely, trying not to give away how excited I was. I didn’t have to spend hours away from Nate wondering whether his craving had overcome him.

What made me even more excited, though, was the fact that I was getting to hang out with him more. Just the two of us.

I knew it was early, but this was so new and it already felt so deep. I knew what I felt for Nate, beyond wanting to help him. I loved that feeling of raw intimacy and closeness we had shared on the beach. I couldn’t wait to experience that with him again.

Chapter Nineteen

Nate

It was day six. A record. This was the longest number of consecutive days that I had not put any drugs in my body.

According to the sites that Abby had read, I was probably still only just halfway through detox, but I was already feeling a lot better. It probably wasn't even that good if I was comparing it with how normal people felt every day, but I was coming off an addiction. Every minute I wasn't throwing up with a headache was good.

Abby might have had something to do with that – she probably did.

I was getting more clean, fresh air, sleeping full nights, and eating regular meals again, but I didn't hate having her around. She was great. She used a hands-on approach and it worked. We'd spent every single night together in my suite. I knew where she lived and that it was no problem for her at all to get there every night, but the company was good. Her company specifically was very good. I liked having her around.

Most of the time, she was gone when I'd get up. She woke up so early, all the time. I knew she had to for work, but I didn't get it. I think I’d rather find a different job. That morning, I woke up while she was shuffling around the room getting dressed.

I watched her for a little while. She slept in my t-shirts and her nipples poked through them because she didn’t wear a bra to sleep. They looked a hell of a lot better on her than they did on me. She was pulling it over her head to put her bra on.

That tight little body was doing great things for my recovery. Back when I was touring with Remus, I had had no problem pulling chicks. Groupies practically begged us to let them give it up.

When I was using hardcore, chasing tail had pretty much gone out the window. Being a junkie was like a full time job. You couldn’t do anything when you were using because when you weren’t using, you were just thinking about and planning for the next time that you were going to use.

Abby wasn’t like that, though. It wasn’t cheap and anonymous with her. It was fantastic. She was a sexy as she was beautiful, sweet, and caring. Even if I wasn’t trying to distract myself from using, I’d still absolutely go after her.

Her pussy wasn’t like the antidote to my addiction. I was still going a little crazy and the withdrawal was doing ugly and painful things to my body, but it would probably be a lot worse if she wasn’t supporting me.

I wished there was something I could give her to say thanks. Something told me she wasn’t looking for the shit I’d usually been able to impress girls with in the past. She was so nice she’d probably decline anything I tried to give her, saying just helping me was enough of a reward.

We needed to keep her somewhere safe under glass because that kind of honest sweetness had to be something that was running out in the world. She was rare. When would I ever meet someone like her again?

I watched her pull a pair of shorts over her ass. She hadn’t put her uniform on. She glanced over at me and jumped a little, realizing I was awake.

“I was trying not to wake you,” she said.

“I thought you hated how late I sleep in,” I said.

“Go back to sleep. I just need to go clock in at work,” she said.

“Are you coming back?” I asked.

“Yes. Wait for me here. I’ll come back,” she said.

“Your boss said I could have you as long as I wanted.”

“This is why I wanted to leave while you were still asleep,” she said walking over to the bed. She kissed me on the forehead and ran her fingers through my hair. “I’ll be right back.” I watched her leave the bedroom and heard her close the door behind her.

Oh, right. She was still working. She still had a job. I was the one on vacation. She wasn’t. That isn’t very fair, I thought. Even if nobody was forcing her to be here with me, she was still working. She just did shit for me all day, what the hell had I done for her?

I wanted to give her something. What did she like? I got out of bed and looked for my phone. I went to the living room, looking for the pamphlets Abby had dropped off what felt like so long ago. There had to be something in there that we hadn’t done together. Not exploring, not a beach or a historical sight, something else.

I wanted to go out with her. A date.

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