I'm In Trouble I'm An Addict Novels & Stories

************** Chapter 1: Desperation I rushed through the crowded streets, my heels clicking on the wet pavement. Another late night, another shift at the diner. My uncle's debt was suffocating us, and I was running out of options. "Ari, you're late again," Martha, my coworker, said as I burst through the diner's door. "Sorry, Martha. Traffic," I lied, grabbing my apron. The night blurred together—endless orders, tired smiles, and pocket change tips. As the clock struck midnight, I counted my meagre earnings. Not enough. Never enough.

“You’re a med student. You have rotations starting soon. You don’t have time for this bullshit.” I studied until my eyes burned. Made flashcards. Reviewed drug interactions. Anything to stay busy. But the longer I sat there, the more the memories played on repeat. Enzo’s low growl in my ear. The way he pinned me down so easily. The filthy praise mixed with insults. “Look at you — hard and leaking like a slut.” I dropped my head into my hands. “This is so fucked up.”

all I could think was: When can we do it again? I was addicted. And there was no rehab for this.

Fucked senseless by a man who looks at me like I’m priceless. And God help me, I’m already addicted.

At least I’m using my own salary! Hey, wait. Isn’t my salary going to come from this company too? Great. Now I am the bad kid. I guess addiction is the most dangerous thing invented on Earth after all. Oh well, no matter how tasteful you are, I guess I can only get rid of you as soon as possible, shouldn’t I? Ah man. I bet it will totally be like drug addicts getting rid of drugs. God, help me! I beg you to help me when the hard times come! Please!

I dragged in a ragged breath, water dripping from my hair, and let the truth settle heavy in my gut. I wasn’t just ruined. I was fucking addicted. And Monday , when she pretended to be polite and distant again, I’d still hear every single one of those moans echoing in my head. Waiting for the next time I got to wreck her all over again.

I remembered Daniel trying to convince me not to fall into the trap - "It's a path of no return, buddy, don't fall for it. You'll risk losing your career, man. - Relax buddy! - I smiled unwillingly - It's just to try it out, I need it to get well! But contrary to what I imagined, I hadn't been fine. I sank deeper and deeper until I couldn't get free anymore. I needed to go to hell for at least a few minutes a day. I was a drug addict. A playboy junkie. - Son? - I swallowed dryly - Let Dad explain.... was a mistake, okay? I'm already cured I mu.....

she asked in a teasing tone. I chuckled nervously, appreciating her attempt to lighten the mood. "No, nothing like that. I got involved with some bad people." McKenna raised an eyebrow. "Bad people? What happened?" I took a deep breath, deciding to be completely honest with McKenna. "I got involved with drugs, McKenna. It was a dark period in my life. I became addicted, and it led me down a dangerous path." McKenna's eyes widened. "Drugs? I had no idea. But I thought you went to an Ivy League school."

He looked terrible—unshaven, exhausted, broken. "I can't do this," I said when he walked in. "I can't keep wondering if you're going to throw me away. If I'm just another woman you'll pay off when things get complicated." "You're not—" "Let me finish." I moved closer. "I can't keep wondering. But I also can't leave. I'm addicted to you in ways that aren't healthy. In ways that probably mean I need therapy just as much as Aiden did." "So what does that mean?"

I touched myself through the denim, my mind replaying the way he’d growled my name, the way his massive cock had filled me until I thought I’d burst. I was a mess. I was a traitor. I was my brother-in-law’s dirty little secret. And as my own hand worked against my aching cock, I realized the terrifying truth..I wasn't just trapped. I was addicted. I was a soft, pretty little bitch who had finally found the one thing he was truly meant for…to be ruined by a man who shouldn't even be looking at him. I came in the silence of my room, a weak, shaky release that left me feeling more hollow than before.