His Beautiful Addiction

Claire opened the paper and she read through it;

\'\'Babe, I hope you weren\'t stupid to think I could stop loving you? \'Cause I\'d be really mad at you. I made a deal with your father that I wouldn\'t speak to you for 6 months, I think he wants to get you married before then.

I know you are smart but then I didn\'t know if you would be smart enough to understand what I said, so I wrote this cause I couldn\'t stop worrying about you crying all day. Just play it cool till it is over, okay? \'cause we\'re fuckn\' getting married when this ends. Claire, I miss you so much that it\'s driving me crazy, didn\'t know, not talking to you could be this hard; I figured they monitored our calls, and I just had to send this cause I couldn\'t bear you being hurt.

You wore light clothes today even when it was cold, do you want to fall sick? Don\'t forget to bring your umbrella to work, and make sure you eat properly. I love you. \'\'

Claire\'s chin hurt from smiling too much.

"I\'m that smart, silly boy… \'\' she laughed as she read the letter over again. She wondered how worried he must have been. But then, even if he hadn\'t said anything to her, she would still not marry the person her father wants. But this way was easier; at least they would get him off their backs forever.

Smiling, she put the letter into her purse and zoomed off.

Her phone rang as she drove into her house. Claire\'s eyes flashed on it and she saw it was her father. She watched it ring as she wondered what he must be calling for. She only picked the call after packing her car in the garage.

\'\'Dear; \'\' her father called.

Claire scowled internally. Whenever he started like that, he had a demand to make. She thought.

\'\'Hello, father; \'\'

\'\'How are you? \'\' Mr. Howard asked, sounding so caring. If Claire didn\'t know she would have thought he meant it.

\'\'I\'m fine, just coming back home now, it\'s raining. \'\'

\'\'Okay, hope you aren\'t cold. \'\'

\'\'A bit, but I\'m fine now, I\'m home already. \'\'

\'\'Alright, take care of yourself, okay? \'\'

\'\'Yeah, I will. \'\' For a moment, Claire wanted it to be true. She wanted to believe he really cared when he asked about her, she wished she had a father who would call her and ask if she was fine. But she was kicked out of her fantasy a bit too soon;

\'\'Claire, can you come to the white house on Wednesday, there\'s someone I want you to meet. \'\'

Her feet stopped temporarily as his words filled her ears. For a moment, she had thought he actually called to ask after her. Couldn\'t he call without having a demand?

She heaved a sigh. She didn\'t know why she let herself hope only to be disappointed over and over again.

\'\'Okay. \'\' She replied.

\'\'That would be great. Wear something beautiful. \'\' Mr. Howard said, excitedly. He was glad that she agreed without grudging.

\'\'I\'m always beautiful, father. \'\'

\'\'Yes, yes, that\'s true. You\'re stunning. Don\'t catch a cold okay? \'\'

\'\'I won\'t, bye. \'\'

\'\'Yeah, goodnight \'\'

Claire tossed her phone on the couch in the living room after the beep. Since he wanted her to lie to him, then she would lie. She would have easily reported him to the police for everything he did but he was her father in the end. Even if he hurt her so much he was still her father and she couldn\'t bring herself to do that to him. It was not only going to bring shame to him but to her as well, and also to her career, she couldn\'t risk it. So she was going to put up with his excesses for the very last time, and when the six months were over, she would tell him to never meddle with her business ever again.

Sighing she walked to her room and fell on the bed weakly.

…

\'\'Ehem; \'\' Diana cleared her throat; 

\'\'This is Karl my best friend and Karl this is Jeffery, my boyfriend. \'\'

Caroline smiled as she introduced the two men. Karl greeted Jeffery but she failed to notice the saddened look in his eyes when he did so.

Diana laughed; \'\'Michael don\'t look too angry, you just have to look disappointed. \'\'

She was nearly rolling with laughter. The expression on his face was like he was about to kill the \'Jeffery\'_ there was no-one there, they were using an imaginary person to practice.

\'\'Stop laughing, I\'m trying my best. \'\'

Diana swallowed her laughter; \'\'Okay, okay, let\'s try again. \'\'

She cleared her throat and said her part again, this time, Michael got it perfectly.

They were in Caroline\'s house and Karl had come over, well, he came to ask her out finally, as he had been dealing with his feelings for a very long time, but when he was finally able to summon the courage to ask her, she was seeing someone else.

\'\'You didn\'t tell me about him. \'\' Karl asked with a strained smile.

Caroline grinned, wrapping her hand around Jeffery\'s arm;

\'\'Well, I wanted to surprise you. \'\' She beamed; \'\'quickly, come to the table, I prepared something special for you. \'\'

Diana paused; \'\'wow, you\'re doing quite well. \'\' she clapped for Michael and sat down back on the couch. They had been practicing all afternoon. She was already tired.

Michael dropped the script on the table and sat down beside her;

\'\'let\'s rest; we can do this later in the night. \'\' he sighed as he held her waist and pulled her towards him, Diana snugged in his body as he wrapped his arm around her, picking up the remote controller, he turned the television on. 

Diana smiled. It made her remember how they woke up that morning. She didn\'t know how much her body wanted to touch him, until that morning.

Her hands were wrapped around him but under his shirt. And the fact that she was holding him tight was more embarrassing. He had woken up before her but he didn\'t wake her up, he just lay beside her and watched her sleep.

When she finally woke up, she was so embarrassed that she covered her face with the duvet. Michael tried to talk to her, but she refused to look at him. He just laughed and went to brush his mouth and when he came out, she had gone back to her room.

He dressed up and knocked on her door to tell her he was leaving. After she had gotten over her embarrassment, she opened the door, and to her surprise, the first thing he did was to grab her and kiss her passionately on the lips.

Diana was shocked.

She wasn\'t expecting him to kiss her so suddenly, her toes curled as she held onto his shirt and kissed him back, but just when she was about getting lost in the kiss, he let go of her.

\'\'don\'t miss me too much,\'\' he whispered in her ears and turned around, leaving her standing with red lips and a flushed face by the door.

\'\'Why are you blushing? \'\' Michael noticed as she was lost grinning to herself.

Diana\'s eyes widened and she shook her head;

\'\'No, nothing, I just remembered something funny. \'\'

\'\'Okay. \'\'

Michael nodded,

Diana\'s eyes fell to his lips after some time and she swallowed, she wanted to taste them again. One thing he knew perfectly well was how to kiss. Damn, he was a good kisser. He kissed her like he was telling her \'these lips are mine\', he made her toes curl.

She licked her lips involuntarily as she stared at him, suddenly he looked at her and she swiftly looked away from him.

Michael held her head and turned her towards him so that she could look at him, his eyes locked in her eyes and dropped to her lips, and his adam\'s apple bobbled;

\'\'Can I kiss you?\'\'

Diana\'s cheeks burned; was he asking? Didn\'t he see that she was almost dying to be kissed; and besides he kissed her without asking that morning, why was he seeking permission now?

She bit her lower lip but she didn\'t say a word. He should know she wasn\'t good at expressing herself.

\'\'Just tell me if you want me to stop… \'\'

Michael said and leaned closer to her mouth; Diana\'s heart raced a little as she found herself holding his shirt as he kissed her lips slowly. Michael\'s hands caressed her back, lifting them slowly to her hair and he held her put and deepened the kiss.

Diana moaned as she found her chest arching towards him; her hands pulled his hair as they kissed passionately,

\'\'...you\'re driving crazy, \'\' Michael whispered huskily in between kisses as his lips left her mouth and kissed down her neck. She groaned as her eyes rolled back. She could feel her core contracting as his hands caressed her body, lighting it on fire.

She was wearing one of his shirts and a bum short, so his hands slid into the shirt easily.

Diana bit her lower lip as her breath became more ragged. She was whimpering like a baby, the tension in her body looking for release.

The only thing she wanted now was to get out of those clothes and spread her legs, and just let him fck her, but just when his fingers were as about unclipping her bra, her phone rang from the table, jerking them back to reality.