All Chapters of ADDICTED TO YOU: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 2 I woke up early the next morning, earlier than I needed to. My body was still full of that restless energy from the day before. I kept seeing his face every time I closed my eyes the way he looked at me when he caught me, the sound of his voice, the feel of those strong hands on my arms. I tried to push it aside while I bathed and got dressed. Today was the real start. First lecture. I needed to be focused. I left the dorm with my bag properly packed and my notebook ready. The campus still felt big and strange. Paths going in different directions, buildings that all looked the same to me. I walked for a while thinking I knew where I was going until I realized I had taken the wrong turn twice. Students moved past me like they already knew every corner. I didn’t want to look completely lost, but I had no choice. I saw someone walking a few steps ahead and tapped him lightly on the back. “Hello, plea…” He turned around before I could finish the word. My mouth closed on it

Chapter 4 The days after that quick kiss felt heavier than they should have. Every time I sat in a lecture I kept looking at the door, half expecting Martins to walk in even when I knew he had no reason to be there. The taste of his lips stayed in my head. The way he had looked at me right before I kissed him kept replaying. I tried to focus on my notes but my mind kept drifting back to the empty lecture hall and the soft press of his mouth against mine. He started appearing more often after that. Sometimes I would leave a class and find him standing near the path like he had been waiting. He never said he was waiting for me, but the way his eyes found me in the crowd made it clear. He would ask how the lecture went, offer to look at my notes if I was stuck on something, then walk with me for a short while before going his own way. Other evenings when the sun had already gone down he would appear near the library steps and walk me part of the way toward the dorms. We talked about s

Chapter 1I should have stayed at university for the summer.That thought hit me the exact second Thomas walked through our front door, and it never really left.My father had been talking about his new boss for weeks. Strict. Brilliant. The kind of man who made entire departments straighten up just by entering a room. I pictured someone older, maybe grey at the temples, maybe boring in a suit. I did not picture the man who stepped into our living room that evening like he already owned the air inside it.Tall. Broad shoulders under a dark suit that fitted like it had been cut only for him. White shirt open at the throat, no tie, a thin silver watch on one wrist. Early forties at most, but age didn’t matter on a face like his. Sharp jaw, calm eyes, the kind of mouth that looked like it rarely smiled and meant every word when it spoke. He carried silence with him the way other men carried noise. When my father introduced us, Thomas looked straight at me really looked and said my name l

Chapter 3 A week of silence after the elevator felt like deliberate punishment. I saw him nowhere. No sudden appearances outside lecture halls I didn’t even attend. No messages. No reason that justified showing up at his office again. Every night I lay in bed with my hand between my legs, replaying the exact tone of his voice when he told me I shouldn’t look at him like that, and every morning I woke up still aching, still angry at how easily he had crawled under my skin and stayed there. By the time my father mentioned over breakfast that Thomas was coming over again for a late work discussion, my body was already reacting like it had been waiting for the words. My stomach tightened. Heat pooled low. I nodded and pretended the news meant nothing while my pulse started its familiar slide downward. I changed my dress three times before he arrived. The first one felt too young. The second showed too much. The third sat just right simple, dark, soft enough that every shift reminded m

Chapter 5I didn’t wait another day.Sleep never came after I left his apartment. Every time I closed my eyes I felt his mouth between my legs again, the slow drag of his tongue, the way his fingers had curled inside me while I came against the wall. I heard his voice telling me I had to ask properly. The word sat on my tongue all night like something I had already decided to give him. By morning the ache between my legs had turned into a constant, heavy throb. By afternoon I couldn’t focus on anything else. By the time the sky started to darken I was done pretending I could stay away.I showered slowly, washed every inch of my skin, and put on the same simple dress I had worn the night before. No bra. No real resistance left in me. I left the house the moment the last light faded and drove to his building with my heart already beating low and hard between my thighs. My panties were damp before I even parked.This time I didn’t hesitate at his door.I knocked once. He opened it like h