Ya Que Sobrio No Me Da Romane & Geschichten

"I feel dizzy" "Just dizzy?" "And tired. Why am I so tired?" "Because of all the junk food you consume. It's not healthy for you. Promise me you'll start eating healthy meals" "I promise" "Liar" she only said that to get me to shut up. If she wasn't disoriented, she would be rolling her eyes at me. The elevator dings open and I carry her to the kitchen where I place her on the countertop, pour her a glass of water and hold it to her mouth "Drink" water counteracts the effects of the drug. It's not on the market yet but I know one day I'll have access to it and it'll make some things easier to handle. She finishes it and I pour her another one. Once she's done, I place the glass in the sink a

, waiting for his call. I almost jerked when it vibrated and Fabrico's name flash on the screen. A grin overtake my face as I placed the phone to my ear. "Hi" He said after sometime. "Hi to you too" I popped open the bottle of scotch and it made a pleasant sound to my ear. "Drinking again?" Fabrico asked. "I'm just taking a shot" I argue before filling down a good amount. "For a woman who sells health tea you should know drinking is not health wise" Fabrico said and I felt he was trying to piss me off, intentionally.

Why can't I get it up? The lack of sēx causes me to feel easily irritated and my family and employees are the ones suffering. I alter the lack of sēx to smoking and drinking, but it's not just enough. That night like usual, I almost drank myself unconscious and my driver-bodyguard, Louie, had to drag my ass back home. It has become our normal routine for the past months and I will always find myself waking up with a huge headache, and still useless because I can't get it up even if I touch myself.

Marcus shrugs his shoulders. "Because she knows just the right things to say to push me down until I drink because she knows how to make me weak, so I don't leave. When I drank with Anaya, it made all the thoughts worse. All the memories and feelings were 100% worse. When I didn't drink it was easier, I could breathe and get by a full day without the thoughts Just from having Anaya there." Jackson nods confused.

"2 things I need to make clear to you buddy. 1, nothing can ever hurt me. And 2, Anderson Gabriel Matheos doesn't fall in love. Know those things and know peace. Sayonara." His words play in my head throughout the drive to Christ knows where. I stop at a coffee shop to get at least something healthy to drink. "1 iced Americano. Could you add extra sugar in it?" He nods and goes to get my order ready. I take a booth by the window once I get my drink and a doughnut. I'm completely sober right now, and I hate being sober. It gives me a lot of time to think, but there's nothing good in my head.

Me: im not off 😭 Me: just tired I paused, then added— Me: maybe a little tipsy I let that sit just enough. The reply came almost immediately this time. B: you barely drink. Why now? My lips curved up faintly. He's pushing already. Good. Me: maybe i like it 😭 Me: helps me think less I watched the typing bubble flicker, pause, then return stronger this time. B: I don’t think that’s a good thing. B: especially not with everything going on.

Mу рrоgrаm is tоо іmроrtаnt. I nееd to ѕtау ѕоbеr mоrе thаn I nееd sleep, ѕо I abstain. Any mіnd-аltеrіng ѕubѕtаnсе соuld trіggеr mу desire to drink. Thаt wоuld be ѕаbоtаgе.

Anything? Absolutely not. No. Something is wrong. Very wrong. I’m not thinking straight. I have to be out of my mind. High. Sugar-drunk. Floating. Too relaxed. Too happy. Talking too much, laughing too easily. This isn’t me. I’m clearly compromised. The chocolate did it. That has to be it. Way too much of it. My bloodstream hijacked by glucose, my judgment melting down. I’ll crash soon. Any second now. I don’t.

until I thought about how he’d slept with another woman in the sex club he owned but didn’t think to tell me about. “You can't beat yourself up.” Mia seems unconvinced as she takes a deep drink of her spiced rum and soda. I had asked her to make me a drink, but she refused because of the medication. Apparently pain pills and alcohol aren't a good mix, so I'm going to have to wait till I'm off of the meds to have a drink. That's fine with me, the pain medication messes with my head and makes me feel woozy anyway. I imagine alcohol would only make things worse. I feel lucky that my best friend is watching out for me.

He stands a try, I can't deny that. Everything went smooth and magnificent except the fact that I can't remember the whole dinner moment. It's like some memory black out. I only remember certain things before I had a third glass of wine. Yeah I drank too much and now I don't remember the whole thing. A few talks between us, him being the best in his attire, how I felt being with him, and the ride back to him that he offered. Everything else seems like it didn't register in my brain and thanks to the whine. Maybe i should call him to make sure i didn’t do any bunters like last time. Ohh god, why do I always end up passing out when he’s with me ? can’t for once i be sober and enjoy the momen