Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

“Why? I fucked up. It won’t happen again.”

He shakes his head. “Except it’s happened almost every day since we got back from the Bahamas. That woman still has your dick obsessed with her.”

“So what if she does? I don’t use my dick to get work done.”

He laughs. “You might as well. Your dick might do a better job than what you are currently doing.”

I get up from my desk and walk over to the small window that stares out into Detroit below. I lean against the wall, looking out at the people walking around below.

“You need to do something about this. You need to get her out of your system, so you can focus on what’s really important. The launch. We are launching our second video game in less than three weeks. We’ve done the unthinkable, raising billions of dollars when we have no money ourselves. We don’t even pay ourselves enough to live off of. But, if we get this right, then the world will take us seriously, and we can actually start paying ourselves.”

I nod. I know he’s right. Although I don’t care about money. I have a condo my uncle gave to me when he died. And what money I do earn, I spend on fast cars. I don’t need anything else to keep me happy. What else could money buy me that I don’t already have? I just enjoy creating. Working hard. That’s what’s in it for me.

“What do you suggest I do about it?”

He grins. “Fuck her.”

I narrow my stare at him. “She lives hundreds of miles away from here in Albuquerque. I live in Detroit. It’s not exactly easy for me to just go fuck her and then come back to work.”

“I think it would be worth the weekend trip. But, if you don’t think you can take the time off, I know an assistant who would be more than willing to help you out.”

I cringe at that thought. “Really? She’s barely twenty.”

“So? I’m not telling you to fuck her for her brain or maturity. You haven’t fucked anyone since Skye. You need to move on, get out there again.”

“Get out of my office, and get back to work,” I snap, done with this conversation.

Noah grins and walks out of my office without a word.

I’ll decide when I fuck a woman and who she will be. Right now, I don’t need the distraction. I’ll just increase the difficulty of my workout tonight. That will get whatever this is that I’m feeling out of my system so that I can focus.

I open the door to my condo. It’s late, as it always is when I get home from work. About a quarter after ten. Sometimes, I wonder why I don’t just create an apartment for myself at the office. That way, I don’t ever have to leave. I can spend every second being productive.

I walk toward the kitchen, not bothering to flick on the lights. I like it dark. I need to eat, exercise, and pass out. I don’t need light for any of it.

I throw the fridge open to pull out the premade meals that I prepare myself once a week, so then I don’t have to think about food the rest of the week when I see a shadow move.

I sigh as I pull out my container of food. I walk the three feet to the microwave, pop in the food, and hit the button for it to start.

“What are you doing here?” I ask without turning around. I don’t want to look at her. I don’t want to talk to her. I don’t want her here.

“Noah said you needed some help with relaxing tonight,” Angela says, walking up behind me and rubbing my shoulders.

I tense instead of relaxing.

The microwave finishes, and I pull my dinner out and walk over to the bar where there is only one barstool. I take a seat, ignoring her. I begin eating my grilled chicken and steamed vegetables.

She tries to push her body onto my lap, but I don’t let her. I just keep eating like I always do by myself.

I’m going to kill Noah. He should know better than to think he can have any control over my life.

“You need to go,” I say sternly, still not looking at her.

“I don’t think that’s what you really want.”

I frown and finally look at her. “You have no idea what I want.”

She bites her fingernail and looks at me as she cocks her head, like by studying me, she is going to figure out what I want.