Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

“I want you to fuck Skye once a week. That will allow me to fuck my own women on the side without Skye feeling mistreated. She’s a woman who deserves the best, and I plan on giving her the best. But she can also enjoy a little plaything on the side while I enjoy my own playthings.”

“What makes you think Skye would agree to a plan like that?”

“She will. She wants you. Skye gets what she needs. I get what I want. And so do you. You can fuck my woman once a week as long as you understand who’s in control. I have all the power. I say when this arrangement ends. If I say you don’t get to touch her for a year, you don’t touch her for a year, got it?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, beautiful,” Gabe says as Skye walks back toward the table. “That was perfect timing. Mr. Jackson and I have come to an arrangement.”

She frowns, looking from Gabe to me with her eyes narrowed. “You have?”

Gabe looks at me. “We have.”

“And what is the arrangement?” Skye asks.

I stand up. “That I’m going to kick his ass.”

Before Gabe has a chance to react, I dive over the table, knocking him to the floor. I punch him hard in the face—one, two, three times. He basically just laughs in my face. I know that he is more skilled than me and could stop me at any time. But he doesn’t. I get off another punch before the waitstaff comes over and starts pulling me off of him.

I stop mainly because I can’t be here for another second. I can’t let Skye be around him, either.

“What’s going on?” Skye asks, pissed off as she looks from Gabe lying on the floor with blood spilling from his lip.

“I’m leaving, and you’re coming with me.” I hold out my hand to her, begging her to take it, and to my surprise, she does without hesitation.

I thought I came here to end things. I thought I came here to get over the fantasy of fucking her again. I lied. Because I care more than I thought.

15

Skye

I don’t know why I took Brody’s hand. I don’t know why I’m going with him. I should stay with Gabe; that would make things simpler. That would be the right decision, the better choice. But it’s not the choice I made.

I don’t know what the hell just happened, but I have a sneaking suspicion that Gabe was the one who started it. Right now, I can’t stand Gabe, and when I look at Brody, all I feel is disappointment. Both men are idiots who don’t deserve me. But, right now, Brody might be the lesser of two evils.

So, I let him lead me out of the restaurant while I keep my eyes on his back, ignoring all the customers who are staring at us, shocked at the scene that we caused. I don’t question him when he flags down an Uber, and we climb into the backseat.

It takes a minute for the realization of what’s happening to hit me.

The car begins driving away from the restaurant before I find my voice again. “Where are we going?” I ask Brody.

Brody looks at me, and I realize I’m still holding on to his hand, but I don’t dare let it go.

“My hotel.”

I nod. It’s what I expected him to say, but I’m not sure if it’s the right answer.

I glance out the window and watch the buildings whiz by as we drive. I have no idea which hotel is Brody’s or how long it’ll take us to get there, but it’s long enough to make me regret my decision.

“Actually, can you take me to my condo first and then drop him off? My condo is just down this street,” I ask the driver.

Our driver is an older gentleman. I would guess mid-sixties. “Of course, miss.”

“What are you doing?” Brody asks.

I remove my hand from his. “I’m sorry. I can’t do whatever you think we’re doing. I just need to go home.”

Brody runs his hand through his hair, messing up his sculpted locks. “You don’t have to go back with me, but you shouldn’t go home with him either.”