His Beautiful Addiction

\'\'Ahrrghh!!!\'\'

Diana screamed when she heard the man\'s voice. She had checked on him severally and his eyes were shut as though he was sleeping; had he been awake all the while?

Her heart thumped against her chest as she watched him stand up from the bed;

\'\'Where are you off to? \'\' Michael spoke as he strode towards her in lazy steps, his hand brushed through his hair, arranging the messy locks. 

Diana\'s inched backwards and her eyes wandered;

\'\'Um… I, I was… \'\'

\'\'You were sneaking out?\'\' he continued walking forward and she continued inching backward until her back was against the wall;

\'\'No! That\'s not it, I was just going to… to the bathroom. \'\' Diana lied;

Michael hovered over her, as his eyes stared into her large ones;

\'\'The bathroom is that way. \'\' He pointed to the opposite direction and Diana gulped;

\'\'Oh, right! Ha-ha, I didn\'t know, thank you, I\'ll just be quick. \'\' With a flash she ran to the bathroom and shut the door, a loud pant leaving her lips.

He caught her trying to run away, like a miscreant! That was a stupid act to pull but surely, he wasn\'t expecting her to wake him up and ask him, oh, how did I get here? Or, oh, did you kidnap me?

She dropped a note thanking him for not touching her, and some wads of cash, at least that was enough to show that she was grateful, right?

Diana groaned as she walked to the mirror and peeked at her face. Her eyes widened as she saw her reflection, her face was swollen and she had eye bags, her hair was messy and she looked like she just walked out of a nightmare.

Gracious lord! Was this how she would have ran out of the hotel, looking like a stray dog? The internet would have exploded with her pictures!

Talking of the internet, did he take any pictures of her?!

Diana cursed beneath her breath, just when she thought her worries were over, now this.

She was scared to even check her phone; she wasn\'t ready to stomach what she might see yet.

Diana took in a deep breath and splashed some water on her face, as the water touched her face, snippets from the night before came back to her, and her eyes widened in shock.

… do you want to have sex with me? \'\'

Oh my god!

Diana\'s hands flew over her mouth as her own voice resounded in her head; the f*ck was she thinking! an A-list actress asking a stranger for sex in a bar!

She could already imagine what the headlines would be about. This was the end, she was done for!

Diana held her head with both hands as she realized how stupid she had been.

She remembered she had asked him to sleep with her, and then she told him she had big breasts, she could not remember anything after that; did she try to assault him there in the bar?

Diana rattled her thoughts but she could not think of what else had happened. She turned to look at the door and she knew she needed to talk to him.

Brushing her messy hair with her hand she walked out of the bathroom.

Michael was on a call when he heard the bathroom door creak; he turned to look at her and pulled his gaze away briefly. When he finished with the call, he turned to her;

\'\'I\'m sorry for trying to run away, that was stupid of me. I should have thanked you properly for last night. \'\' Although she didn\'t fully know what happened she felt the need to thank him, at least for not taking advantage of her.

Michael did not respond to her; he just watched her quietly;

Diana\'s eyes wandered; \'\'Um, something happened and I just wanted to let off some steam, I should have done that at home knowing I could get drunk. I\'m sorry for being a bother.\'\'

She explained but Michael just stared at her; Diana swallowed as she became confused; did she do more than being a \'bother?\' oh god, what exactly happened last night?

\'\'Now I think about it, you are quite stunning when you\'re sane, so I\'m seriously considering your offer last night. \'\' his eyes stared down her face to her big tits and then back to her face;

Gracious lord…

Diana\'s cheeks reddened but she tried to feign ignorance;

\'\'What… what offer? \'\'

\'\'You asked me to have sex with you, but you were passed out; \'\'

Diana\'s lips fell open, she had thought that he wouldn\'t say it, but he just shocked the hell out of her.

\'\'And because I don\'t like doing all the work, I didn\'t touch you, so now that you are awake, can we proceed? \'\'

Michael spoke strolling towards her and Diana backed away;

\'\'No, no, I was drunk, I didn\'t anything I said. I\'m really sorry for all the troubles I caused. \'\'     

Diana backed away until she was against the wall again and Michael caged her with his hands resting on the wall.

He stared at her flushed face for a while and Diana instantly shut her eyes, her heart slamming against her chest, suddenly he spoke;

\'\'What happened? \'\'

Her eyes fluttered open when she heard him; and she looked up at him puzzled;

\'\'What made you want to ruin yourself? \'\'

Her lips fell open as she stared into his eyes; she was not expecting him to ask her that.

\'\'It\'s… its personal… \'\'

He wasn\'t actually expecting her to tell him her private life was he?

\'\'I want to hear it. \'\' He demanded in an authoritative tone as though he had known her for a while. Diana creased her brows;

\'\'No \'\'

\'\'Take it as a compensation for last night, and don\'t you think you\'ll be fine ranting it to someone? , besides, we are strangers, it\'s not like I know anyone that wants to hear your secret and this might actually be the last time our paths would cross.\'\'

Diana watched him silently;

He was right, she had been holding it all in, maybe if she spoke to someone she might feel a little better.

\'\'I\'ll tell you on one condition. \'\'

\'\'What? \'\'

\'\'What did I do last night? \'\'