My Addiction by Ida Gonzalez (e manga reader TXT) 📖

Chapter 11 You will drive me crazy

            

Paula

 

 I went to the bathroom for a while and used the time to check my phone in case there was news from Kathy. But instead, I find a message from an unknown number. I generally ignore those kinds of messages or calls but it can be something important.

 

Unknown: doll tonight I'll wait for you when you leave the restaurant,. We must talk.

 

    It must be Iam but how strange that he did not call me directly. Besides, it is not his number or maybe it is a wrong number. I shrug my shoulders and put my phone back in my bag. Today I have to do a double shift, now more than ever I need to work. The money that Iam has given me will only cover part of my sister's treatment. I cannot afford to stay at home without a job. We must eat, pay for the apartment. It has been a hard life since my mother passed away.

 

At night, at the end of my shift and when the restaurant is about to close, I am going to change with the other colleagues. I have to walk to take the bus home. II inhale deeply. It is so hard to be poor. We constantly face the dangers of walking Alone at night. Thank God, nothing unpleasant has ever happened to me.

 

     "See you, tomorrow guys," I say goodbye to everyone. They raise their hands saying goodbye too.

 

     "See you tomorrow Paula."

 

I listened to the greeting while getting away from them. When I was about to leave, I hear a voice and I literally got paralyzed. Please tell me, that I am dreaming and it is not that man. I turn around slowly trying to believe it was a hallucination. Shit! It is not, Dante D Luca, leaning back against the hood of his car with his hands in his pockets, smiling with that arrogant demeanor. What's so funny? I want to kick his damn ass to get rid of his idiotic smile.

 

"Hello baby," he greets, while walking towards me. He is big. I cannot stop scanning him from his shoes to his hair, very well combed, he is too attractive and imposing. It excites me, especially my hormones, they instantly betraying me. My brain screams arrogance and my body throws me at him.

 "Mr. D Luca, what are you doing here?" I wondered out, surprised and heated.

"I told you we would talk today," I raise an eyebrow, oh yeah, and how was that? When did it happen that I don't remember? Then, instantly, I remember the message from the unknown number and it dawned on me.

   "Ah, so it was you" I say softly without him hearing me ... "What do you want to talk about?" I try to be tough but my voice betrays me and I stutter. This man causes me a thousand things that scare me.  He smiles, damn. He smiles in that sexy way that makes me tremble. He approaches me, very close to be honest.

 

"I want to talk to you and propose something to you. Come on, I'll take you to your house and we'll talk," he motions with his head. Who said I'm going with him?

   "No… I can't Mr. De Luca. I don't know him and it's quite late and I'm tired so if you'll excuse me," I try to walk past him, but he holds my arm.

"Don't go," he whispers, very close to my ear.

 "You pretend like you don't have a fucking idea. I would like to have you in my bed and kiss you completely. Make you moan with pleasure, make you feel what no one has ever made you feel. I can pay you what you ask of me," the only thing I feel is his breathing and a great great courage that now all I want is to throw a chair at him. If I had one I would already do i, but I would feel sorry for the chair. I jerk off his grip, challenging him with my gaze. Idiot that's what it is.

 "I don't know what you think I am, Sir but I am not a whore who sleeps with anyone for money. You are talking to the wrong person, so with permission"

Suddenly he lets out a loud laugh that fuels my rage. My blood boils up and anger takes over my body. "Aren't you a whore? Oh no, I thought that sleeping with men for money was." He smiles again.

 

Damned!! Who do you think I am?

“Look, sir, you don't know me, so you better shut your damn mouth and go and insult someone else. And even if I were. You would be the last man with whom I would have sex."

Not even I believed that but damn, how much I'm hating him now.

"You don't have a fucking idea what I'm doing" I roar angrily, trying to contain myself so as not to cry, even though I have a lump in my throat, and I am shaking completely.

"Stop bothering me and avoid me," when he turned me around again he took me by the arm, and this time with more pressure.

 I jerk off my arm, let go and slap him with my other hand,

"Don't lay a hand on me again. May it be the last time you do or say something like that because I'm going to report you for harassment, do you understand?" I yell at him totally agitated. No one had ever treated me this way. I had never dared to raise my hand on anyone but he drives me out of control and brings out the worst in me. The side that I didn't even know I had.

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