All Chapters of Wild Addiction Volume 2: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

This was a wild addiction, one that will never be tamed.And I loved it as much as I hated it.I could feel it flooding my veins, filling every part of me with a searing need that could only be soothed by his touch. Even his voice—that would take the edge of needing him so completely off.Because I did. I needed him so fucking entirely I almost missed the turn-off to my parents’ place.I caught it in time and swerved down the old road. It took me just two minutes to travel down it, and as I slowed, I realized that I was doing way over the limit. Shit. I was lucky a cop didn’t drive past me.I tugged my keys from the ignition and rested my forehead against the top of the steering wheel. Air filled my lungs with my deep breath designed to calm and sooth.When my heart had resumed its usual rhythm, I pushed open my car door and stepped onto the drive.

“It’s not too late,” Mish said. “You could still hire someone so we can just sit here and drink wine all night.”“I’m with her.” I pointed in her direction and picked up a handful of ribbons. “I mean, look at these. How fiddly are they?”Day studied it for a minute. She opened her mouth to speak, but my phone buzzing interrupted her. I pulled it from my pocket and a grin spread across my face when I saw Ivan’s name on the screen.“Be right back,” I told the girls, skipping into Aaron’s office. “Hello?” I answered, a deep breath making me sound breathless.“Hello yourself.” His voice wrapped around me like a blanket, and I closed my eyes to the sound of it.“What took you so long to call?”“My models are bitches. They kept the shoot running tw

I did the same with upstairs, not stopping until every bit of furniture was free of the constraints of the plastic. I didn’t stop until the leather seats were breathing freely and I was breathing harshly from the exertion. Then I sat, all the plastic removed, with nothing left to do. And the ache that disappeared in my fleeting hour of excitement was back. I sighed and leaned my head against the wall. Maybe I should call applicants for some of those interviews. I took the newly installed phone from the wall, sat at the bar, and dialed the first number. Within an hour, I’d left three messages and set up five interviews. I sat back, my foot tapping in front of me. It was the middle of the afternoon. I’d been there longer than I thought. No wonder my stomach was rumbling and in the early stages of digesting itself. I hadn’t eaten at all. I grabbed

My heart pounded with his words. The honesty in them was overwhelming—and too much. Way too much.“Who knew a sex addict could be so romantic?”“And who knew a love addict would be the one to break the moment?” he teased right back, his chest vibrating with laughter.I looked back at him with a smile. “Come on, crazy stalker Brit. I need food.”“Worked up an appetite, have you?” He tucked his camera back inside his bag.“Yeah. Pulling all that plastic off those chairs was hard work, you know?”He smacked my butt and grabbed my hand right after. “Bitch.”I grinned.“This is such a covert mission. I seriously feel like we’re back in high school.”“Shut up and just do it, okay?”“I’m not the one doing anything!” Dayto

There was no way we could base us on our addictions. Not now. I had to let him say the words and I had to say them back, because they’re the truth, the reality, and we’ll need to hold on to them if we’re going to take our whirlwind relationship and make it into something stable enough for a child.If he even wanted to stay.I covered my mouth with my hand. What if it isn’t what he wants? After all, we’re not the ones who should be having a family. We’re nowhere near close to a forever kind of commitment.Well, we weren’t. A baby was about as forever as it gets. You won’t get anything more binding than that.And really… What do I know about Ivan aside from the menial things I’d asked in a fit of hazed addiction? We’ve never spoken about his life in London. I knew nothing about the guy. Not really.I pulled m