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

Paula

I get up as every morning. I prepare breakfast for Katy. I give her medicines that she has already started taking. I order Sara everything about Katy and I go out to go to the restaurant. Today we meet my friend Isa to go to a club at night. We will go with Santiago so I will only take one turn to prepare.

I arrive at the restaurant and greet my friend and the other colleagues.

“Friend, today is the party night,” uh uh she tells in a singsong style. I laugh. She is so funny. Sometimes, I want to be like her and have more fun.

“Let's see if tonight you can get a little daddy. Do yourself a favor stop dressing like saints,” I roll my eyes.

“Ay Isa, you know that this will only happen when the destined one arrives.

“Yes yes, you and your corny of your prince charming, right?

She wraps her arms around my neck, “look, Paula, princes are boring. You better find yourself a good male who will make you reach heaven,” I burst out laughing.

“Isa, you no longer have a remedy and you don't have a filter in your brain and your mouth, right? You're crazy and dirty."

“And you a boring one,” she sticks out her tongue. I just laugh.

I put on my uniform and go out to wait for the tables. The restaurant is almost always full. The time flies by.

“Paula, isn't today your double shift?” It is Marcos who arrives next to me when I was about to change my uniform to head out. My shift was over.

“No Marcos, today I have an afternoon free. Today I have only one shift,”  he raises an eyebrow. If it were up to him, I would stay here.

"And I also have an engagement," I add.

 “An appointment?”

“No, I'm going out with Isa. I haven't been out for a long time and I wanted to distract myself a bit.”

 “Ah I see,” he answers reluctantly to turn and leave furiously from there.

 Isa rolls her eyes. "He's jealous, don't listen to him,” I just shake my head. I really don't want Marcos to mix personal life with work. There are times when I don't like his attitude.

 “Ay friend, scream and jump. Come on hurry up. We have to go pick out the clothes.”

We arrived at her house and she practically drags me to her room.

We have to see what clothes to wear. If it's for me I'll go in jeans and a T-shirt but Isa says that I should go like a goddess. We choose the dresses. I choose a black dress with straps, a little low cut for my taste but Isa says it's great because my breasts show a little and well above the knee. God! This will be quite an odyssey, as I walk with this dress and some heart-stopping heels, it will be great if I don't break my leg if I fall in these shoes.

Then we go to my house to get ready and see if everything is okay with Katy and Sara, when it is already 9 o'clock at night Santiago comes to look for us, greets us and Isa takes her lips on his neck and kisses him.

"Hey, don't eat bread in front of the poor,” the two of them laugh out loud

“Let's go,” Santiago answers and we head to the club.

A couple of minutes later we arrive at the club, it has a long queue at the enterance.

“We will never enter like this lsa,” we walk behind Santi. He talks to the security officers and makes us a gesture with his head that we go in. We hear protests from the people who are waiting in line, Santiago has many friends and I suppose the owner of the club is one of them.

The club is spectacular. It is large with a large dance floor with stairs leading to the VIP area.

We sit at one of the tables and Santiago orders vodka to drink.

“Isa, I don't drink, you know”

 "Oh friend, just for tonight. It won't do anything to you, go ahead and drink a little."

 “Just don't go overboard,” Santiago tells me. After that, I sip a glass, it burns my throat,

“Jesus Isa! this burns,” Santiago and she begin to laugh.

“Let's dance Paula, come on,” Isa grabs my hand and drags me to the dance floor. I join them while I'm dancing with them but feel alone because Santiago barely leaves my friend, So I dance alone. I receive invitations from some but the truth is I don't feel like dancing with anyone. I better do it alone. I only came because Isa had insisted a lot, in the end, I don't know why she is with her boyfriend and I, well, alone.

I feel that someone is watching me. I look everywhere and I don't see anyone. The club is dark, the lights dazzle me. It's strange, I feel a heavy gaze on me, not finding anyone I ignore and keep dancing.

Suddenly I feel someone's hand on my hips and bringing their face to my hair. I can feel his breathing and it automatically startles me.

"Who are you, doll?" A well-known hoarse voice. Dammit! I hope it's just a hallucination.