Romans & histoires Approval Addiction Joyce Meyer

But God, I loved what he did to me. The way his fingers knew exactly how to ruin me. The way they fit inside me like they were made for it. The way he gave orders that had nothing to do with being anyone's father. He was right. Once we started, there was no going back. I could feel the addiction taking root—dark, twisted, inevitable. It terrified me. It also made me ache. God help me, I am already obsessed with him. "Maya! You'd better be ready!" Chloe's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, her footsteps thundering outside my door.

Joy remained on a high that lasted for the rest of the week. She and Adam texted back and forth and saw each other as much as possible, although he was slammed with event planning at River’s Bend. Joy found herself writing even more than usual, her muse coming back in full force. If only she’d known that getting good sex would result in her most productive writing spree ever, she would’ve gone down to the vineyard and seduced Adam ages ago.

Please note the sarcasm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy's POV

, "I know you are but in order for me to believe that you are truly sorry then congrats Cassie you just received your pay for this month." "Ma'am Maggie!"

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

Amara would be the better choice, though, my older cousin who's basically Ricchar's female version. "How're you feeling, dear?" "Like shit." I tossed the folder of documents onto the table. Withdrawal from the uppers I used to waste my money on was plaguing me with exhaustion and restlessness. Plus the toddler-like attention span and an insatiable appetite some days. The only upside: I didn't have to stay in a rehab facility 24/7. "You need pain pills again?" Mamma got up from her chair to comb my hair away from my face.

"Who are you?" She took a glass from his hand and sparks ignited in her whole body as their fingers made contact, within seconds it died down but it was so strong, like current that she almost dropped the glass. Never in her life she has experienced something intense like this and she didn't like it at all. It was somewhat satisfying with hidden happiness in it and that feeling was unknown to her and she was not a fan of new feelings. "Xavion... Xavion Anderson..." He answered as she slowly placed the glass tip on her lips and took a big gulp.

“I’ve never met anyone else so perfect for me—inside and outside of the bedroom—and I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna take you any way I can get you, baby girl. Any way at all. Even if that means it’s on your terms.” “You’re crazy,” I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek. “You don’t get what my addiction is, do you? You don’t get how I could destroy you, me, and everyone around us. I could hurt us all without batting an eyelid because that’s what my addiction is. It’s just too tempting to fight.” “You’re the biggest addiction I’ve ever been faced with. I’m not going to let you hurt us. Do you see that?” “No, because you don’t know.”