All Chapters of Addicted To My Moonshine : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I blinked, trying to keep my gaze clear. I mumbled Mike's name once again but no answer. Mike stood tall, much taller than I know, and was breathing heavily. His breathing was ragged, his face hidden in the darkness. The lights were dimmed inside the room and so was the hall.As I was reciprocating whether it was Mike or somebody else, he suddenly pushed himself in. I reached to catch him in case he fell. “Mike, you okay?” I asked softly. I was drunk myself so the question should be asked to me myself as well.He groaned and the voice felt unfamiliar. Surprising me, he grabbed my wrist and turning me around, he pinned me to the wall. My naked back came in contact with the cold wall.I couldn't see his face properly but I could feel his gaze. A shiver ran down my spine. “Help… help me” he whispered, leaning closer to my face. Was I too drunk or have I never realized how fucking sexy Mike's voice was?“I… need your help” he spoke, his voice deep and etched with tension. My hands were pi

PRESENTThe smell of chlorine made me nauseous. Hell, even the smell of my lily-scented shampoo made me nauseous. I took a deep breath and continued to room number 12— the Gynecology Department.Finding out that I was pregnant was a huge shock but I still held the hope that I might be wrong. I wouldn't draw any conclusions until the doctor confirmed it.I passed the hallway, took the left turn, and noticed the label from a distance. ROOM 12.There were two women already waiting for their turns. I was glad there were only two before my turn, or else usually the numbers were more. The woman with dark curls stood in front of the room, holding a file in her hand with her arms crossed before her chest. The other one with a healthy baby bump sat on the metal seat.I took a seat beside her, returning a small smile when she smiled at me. The lady curiously looked at me which made me a bit conscious.“Hi!” she chirped, her cheeks having a faint shade of pink. She was practically glowing.“Hell

"...what were you doing at the hospital? What abortion?” Mom's panicked voice filled my ear.“Mom, easy. I will tell you everything okay? I'll tell you tonight when I come by for dinner.”“You truly know how to get my strain high. Alright. Come early” she sighed.“Bye, Mom. Love you.”“Love you, Luna” with that, I ended the call and let out a groan. Oh my god, what was I going to do now?What was I supposed to tell them? How would they react? How was I supposed to tell them that I am pregnant?Moreover, the father is unknown. If the screw of my head didn't loosen at the end moment, the abortion would have been done already.When I went for the abortion, everything was going as it should be, but when I felt the newborn growing inside me, something inside me nudged. I didn't know what got inside me, but I stopped the doctor when she was going to inject the syringe.I didn't regret my decision though. For a minute or so after my sudden decision, I did, but it all subsided when I inferred

I didn't keep in touch with any of my high school friends except for Amelia. It surprised me sometimes that even though we faced so many hardships in life, we never left each other's side. When her parents got divorced, and she faced a mental breakdown during her senior year, I was there by her side. When my parents kicked me out because I was pregnant with Jaime six years ago, Amelia was the only one on whom I relied.And now, Amelia was getting married. I was unable to contain my grin as she let me know how William proposed to her.I was genuinely happy for her. Amelia had a good amount of shares with boyfriends. Her choices didn't turn out to be the best and when she lost complete faith, she met William.“Are you crying?” she asked and I cried considerably more. Those were my blissful tears. God, finally my best friend was getting married. “Stop! You are making me emotional too!” she pouted, her voice having a crack.“I am so happy for you, Ame! God, I want to hug you so bad!”“You

– AARON –How dare he? I could have taken my private jet and comfortably traveled to Los Angeles, but I didn't. I made an exception today for Franklin Desmy. If it wasn't for the deal I desperately wanted, I wouldn't have bothered to step inside New York's briskest airport. The old man had said he wanted to fly together, as he wanted to make a bond first. A load of bullshit. He refused my offer to fly in my private jet which was much better than here, but Franklin Desmy wanted to have some 'fun' and since I wanted the deal, I had to agree.Now, I was stuck here, in the NY terminal with people ogling me as if I was an alien– a rare specimen they have never seen before. Annoyance made its way into my brain nerves. I checked the timing on my watch. He was late. Ten minutes late.“Any updates?” I inquired Holden, my secretary. He made a call to Franklin's secretary again— twice— but the answer was the same. They were stuck in the traffic. I grunted low, shoving my hands inside my pants po