Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

I take a seat on the reclining chair next to the couch, knowing that she isn’t going to offer me food or drink. She doesn’t want me here, so why would she make it more comfortable for me to be here?

“I want our last fuck.”

“You know that’s not going to happen. You knew before you came here that I would never give it to you. That, even if you had treated me like a perfect gentleman that last day, I still wouldn’t fuck you after you showed up here. I told you, I was only ever interested in one week.”

She takes a drink of her tequila, and I watch as it slides down her throat.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” I say as my eyes burn into hers.

“You don’t care about me.”

I sigh. “You’re right. I only care about you as long as I get to fuck you, but it seems you won’t let me fuck you until I pretend to care, so you can see my predicament.”

“I’m not talking about Gabe.”

“I didn’t ask about Gabe. I want to know why you are in so much pain right now. And don’t lie to me. I know your body better than anyone. I know that your eyes are usually filled with a little bit of light, but today, they only see the darkness. Your breathing is slow and heavy, like the weight of today is pushing you down, making it hard to move, let alone breathe. Why are you in such pain?”

She stares off into space, giving me no indication if she is going to talk to me or not. “Because bad things happen to creatures that don’t deserve it.”

I narrow my eyes, not understanding.

“I lost a dog tonight. It was painful. He was just a puppy. He didn’t deserve to die, but there was nothing I could do.”

She drinks the rest of the tequila. She shakes the glass, listening as the ice rattles around.

“I’m sorry,” I say because that’s all I can say.

“Life sucks.”

I nod and walk back to the kitchen to get the tequila. I grab the bottle and bring it back to her. She takes it from me and pours herself easily three more shots’ worth. She’s drunk already and getting dr

unker by the minute.

I don’t stop her. She needs the distraction. And, since she won’t take me up on my offer to let me fuck away the pain, the alcohol is the only thing that will do.

She keeps talking about how the poor puppy didn’t deserve to die. That he didn’t deserve the life he was given. But, as sad as it is that she lost the puppy, it’s not what she’s really sad about. There is still something that she isn’t telling me. Something that I’m desperate to know. Because the only way I’ll get to fuck her again is if she gets past whatever darkness is currently consuming her.

11

Skye

I get a lick on my face, as I almost always do when it’s time to get up in the morning. I open my eyes and sit up in bed. I feel like I was hit by a truck, and then that truck backed up and ran me over again.

How much did I drink last night?

I feel my stomach heaving, and I run, making it to the toilet just in time for the alcohol to all start coming back up. Apparently, I drank way too much.

I sit on the cold floor for a minute before I stand and clean my mouth out with water and brush my teeth. I vaguely remember the pain. I remember the tequila. And I remember Brody.

Ugh, why did he have to come back into my life?

He’s a giant dick, but he’s a dick that I want to ride. And, even though I can’t deal with him right now, he’s all I’m going to be able to think about until he leaves town. Maybe I can just fuck him once like he wants, and then he will leave.

I doubt it, but maybe the sex will suck, and I’ll realize that what we had in the Bahamas was just a fantasy that I played up in my head. It wasn’t real.

I take a deep breath and get a whiff of what smells like pancakes. Except it can’t be. I don’t live with anyone else. I must be dreaming.

I walk out into my living area, and the smell gets stronger. I’m greeted by my dogs and cats, which I give each of them some attention before rounding the corner and continuing into my kitchen.