Does Reid Get Addicted To Drugs Novels & Stories

I’m surprised that an up to date gossip like her didn’t know he was in town. “No, I haven’t seen him. When did he return?” She asked. “That night after I left your house I went to Nana’s place and I was equally surprised that he came home. Ever since then he hasn’t stopped disturbing me about the past. Something keeps bothering me though. He looks so thin and out of shape” I said to her with worry. “You don’t know?” She asked me. “Know what?” I asked the most obvious question. “Aiden has been involved in dealing of hard drugs and illegal substances. He takes all sort of drugs and smokes all kind of substances” She said it like it was no big deal.

He only pulled off his shoes, then got seated on the floor. That was the only thing that could make him forget his worries. He unsealed the drink and filled his glass, then sipped from it. From this day on, he became a ruthless CEO, feared by anyone, especially females. From this day, Reid Wilson has a dark past, demons that he battles, nightmares that he struggles to overcome—and sweet dreams that he longed to come true. His family will be his worst enemy, because he believes they are behind the hell is struggling to survive in.

Her dress is slightly rumpled. Several minutes later, Reid follows and looks… dazed. Off-kilter. He’s rubbing his temples like the light hurts him. I paused the footage and leaned forward, squinting at the screen, willing it to give me more. The angle was poor, the hallway dim, but something in Reid’s expression twisted my gut. He didn’t just look dazed, he looked drugged. I rewound. Watched again. Rewound once more. But it was the same foggy stumble. This was setup. And Reid wasn’t in control of any part of it.

Carissa knew all too well the excruciating pain of broken bones, having experienced it in her youth. Even with pain-relieving decoctions or acupuncture treatment, the agony remained sharp and penetrating. Carissa felt her heart break as she asked, "What about the addictive drugs he was using before? Is that still a serious issue?" Sebastian replied, "The drug he was taking is called Peony Bliss. It is indeed addictive, but considering his current condition, he seems to be managing well. Did he experience any discomfort during the journey back to the capital?"

, when the house was all excluded. Fuck, I’d hated that movie, and that goddamn alien still visited me in my dreams. Reaching up to rub my eyes, I muttered, “The drugs make everything bearable, I guess.” Brennan snorted. “Don’t get any ideas. We’ve already got one junkie in the family.” I grunted. “Aidan ain’t no junkie.” “You’re a fool if you don’t think he is. Just because he isn’t shooting up and doesn’t have track marks all over his body doesn’t mean he isn’t an addict. We’re pussyfooting around him—”

A small plastic bag, white powder visible inside. He'd started using cocaine three weeks ago. Just to stay sharp, he'd told himself. Just to keep the edge he needed to outthink Reed, to plan the next move. But the doses had gotten larger, the intervals between them shorter, and now he wasn't sure if he was planning or just spiraling. He tapped out a line on the glass desktop and snorted it. Reed thought he'd won. Thought he was safe now that his mate had recovered, now that they had their precious daughter.

dad replied, “You had such a positive out look on life. I wanted you to have that happiness, instead of looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.” “Why did you tell Kent then?” I fumed. I can’t believe they’ve kept this secret from me. “Well, when Kent was 17 he was already in a gang,” dad sighed. “I didn’t know dad had a gang, until I made my first drug deal with his gang,” Kent admitted. “Okay,” I sighed, finally letting everything sink in. “We were just trying to protect you,” mom assured. “I understand that,” I breathed, “But who is Ken Walter, and why did you sell me to him.”

These were ghosts from the Maddox family’s more shadowed corners, men whose histories were scrubbed and rewritten with Maddox money. Reid, stocky with an eternal five o'clock shadow and a stare that could freeze a bullet mid-air, was bent over his laptop. He’d been on camera duty all night, scanning public footage, digging into anything with a digital trace. His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke.

"To new beginnings. And to beautiful women who humor pretentious men and their wine obsessions." I clinked my glass against his, feeling some of the tension ease from my shoulders. The food arrived in courses, each one more elaborate than the last. And through it all, Reid kept up a steady stream of conversation that was equal parts charming and revealing. He told me about his work in more detail. It involved international investments and portfolio management that I only partially understood but that clearly made him very wealthy. He also talked about growing up with his cousin Marcus and their adventures that usually ended with someone getting hurt or grounded. About his love of terrible ac

“I swear I have never taken any drugs in my entire life, Auntie. I haven’t tried it before. He drugged me…” I started to sob again. “He drugged me and killed our pup without my knowing.” “I will try my best, Maddy,” she assured me. “You know I always will, baby. I’ll see what I can do.” “But right now, I have no case, so…” Her eyes trailed to my face, and she swallowed hard. “So it’s rehab. I can just try to help cut down the years. Once you’re sober, you can come out. That would be easy since you’re not an addict.”