All Chapters of MASTER, I'M ADDICTED TO LUST : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AMELIAI wake up and check my phone.6:40 a.m.I call Emma to pick me up on her way to work.Then I brush my teeth and take a quick shower. I don’t feel like eating this morning, so I drink coffee.I put on a tight black dress, red heels, and pull my hair into a high ponytail.Emma’s horn sounds outside. When I go downstairs, it feels like I haven’t seen her in years.“Finally,” she says the moment I open the car door. “Sleeping with your boss every day, huh?”I laugh and slide in.“Who would have thought we’d both be engaged?” I ask. "Yeah." We burst out laughing.“How’s Michael?”“Probably already at the office. By the way, you’re organizing my bachelorette party this week. I want it hot. You’re experienced now, you naughty girl.”I sigh.On the drive, I tell her everything.“Emma… Lorenzo isn’t their biological son,” I start. "What." her mouth opens in surprise.“He was abandoned at the hospital when he was a baby. His father had an affair with Kate’s mother. She didn’t want

AMELIAI hear footsteps downstairs at 5:20 a.m. and quickly grab Lorenzo’s phone from the nightstand.How are my parents home this early?My fiancé is still wrapped around me. I have no idea how he’ll leave the house without them seeing him.I stroke his hair and face until his eyes slowly open, a small smile appearing.“Good morning, fiancé,” I whisper, pressing a light kiss to his lips.He pulls me closer, his hand sliding over my breasts, stomach, and back.“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs without fully opening his eyes.“My parents are home,” I say softly. “You might have to go out through the balcony.”“I don’t mind,” he replies, voice low and husky.“But first… I need something.”His hand slips between my legs while the other cups my breast. I gasp, heat flooding through me.“Shhh. Your parents can’t hear us,” he warns.Silent sex? It’s going to be torture.Our kiss is slow and passionate.Lorenzo moves over me, pins my wrists above my head, and intertwines our fingers as he

AMELIA"Amelia, Amelia."Mom knocks on the door hard enough that it feels like she’s hitting my head."Yes, I'm coming." I open the door."Emma called me because she couldn't reach you."“Alright, thank you, Mom. I’ll call her back.”“After all the news last night, I had turned my phone off.”I called her."Hello, Emma. What's up?"“Oh my God, Lia, I’ve been calling you.”“Sorry, I turned my phone off.”"Oh, I understand."“Michael and I are going to the yacht, and I want you to join us.”I sigh.“Is Lorenzo going to be there?”“No. We’re already on our way to your house to pick you up.”"Okay."I put on a pair of very short denim shorts and a light-blue bikini, leaving the zipper partially open.In the mirror, I notice I’ve gotten thinner.I need to stop having so much sex for a while — that man is going to kill me.As soon as they arrived, we all left without wasting time. The drive to the yacht took two hours.We arrived at the yacht. The coastline is beautiful, the water a clear

AMELIAThe charity dinner would be perfect if every breath didn’t send another wave of pleasure through me.Lorenzo is called to the stage to give a speech on behalf of the company. My thoughts drift while he speaks. I can’t stop thinking about how lucky I am to have this man — principled, strong, impossibly hot, and just the right amount of naughtiness.Looking back, I don’t regret a single moment with him.I’m still lost in that thought when a bright white spotlight hits me. I look up and see Lorenzo staring straight at me. The whole room is applauding. I didn’t even hear him when he call my name so he signal me with his hand.I walk toward the stage, trying to look composed while the balls inside me push me dangerously close to the edge. He holds out his hand and licks his lips, clearly enjoying my struggle.He smiled, "Ladies and gentlemen I would like to introduce to New York society my fiancée, and to put to rest any speculation that does not reflect the truth. Her name i

AMELIAThe alarm rings at 5:40 a.m. I hit it and make it stop. I still don’t understand why Lorenzo wakes up so early. This morning, though, he doesn’t move.He’s lying on his back in the same position he fell asleep in — left arm bent under his head, hair messy and right arm stretched out where my head had been resting on his chest. The white sheet only covers him to his groin. I can’t help staring at the defined lines of his chest and the obvious bulge beneath the fabric.I won’t touch him, I tell myself, even though I want to stay longer. Today is Emma’s wedding. I need to meet her at nine, even though the ceremony isn’t until 12:00pmI ask Maleka to drop me off at home, and I insist several times that he should not wake Lorenzo. On the way, I open my phone and find a flood of emails from TV channels requesting interviews. Only then do I fully remember that yesterday I was publicly introduced as Lorenzo’s fiancée.When I get home, I pack everything I need and ask my father