by Mays, Nikki
Table of Contents
Addicted To You
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Addicted To You
Nikki Mays
Published by Nikki Mays
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Cover Design: Lauria
Editing: Golden Life Publishing
Formatting: T.L. Mason
Text Copyright © 2018 Nikki Mays
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Chapter 1
Michelle
Starring down into MJ’s face my heart begins to throb. He is truly the love of my life even if he drools on everything. I watched him play on the makeshift pallet that we created for him in the back room of our shop the Sweet Grind as the aromas of the flavored food drifted up my nostrils.
He looked up at me with those trademark eyes -courtesy of his parents my best friend Mellie and her husband Morris- and I was a goner. Just seeing him and listening to him make those adorable baby sounds made me want one of my own. I sat back in the chair as thoughts of children consume my head. Then reality hit me; it wouldn’t be happening for a while. At least not in my current situation. Guys just couldn’t seem to stay interested me. I’d been ghosted at least twice in the last few weeks. The most recent guy I went out with literally ran across the street to get away from me and almost got hit by a car. Who does that!?! Guys I’ve dated apparently.
With one eye on MJ and the other on our financial book, I couldn’t believe how well we were doing. My fingers flipped through pages digesting all the information. Our shop The Sweet Grind has been doing amazing. I cannot believe that we didn’t think to combine the two sooner. We were even close to paying off the loan we’d borrowed from the bank.
I let out a deep breath. Life could not be any better these days. And we deserved every bit of good coming our way, especially after what that psycho bitch did to Mel and Morris. Chill bumps appeared on my arms as I thought about the day I almost lost my soul sister. I was so grateful that everything worked out and that maniac didn’t care…I was glad that she couldn’t harm anyone else. Even more, so that Damon was the ability to end that nightmare. An image of Damon came to mind at the thought of his name.
Damon
Unconsciously I licked my lips.
Damon is the whole can of worms that I have no interest in the opening, no matter how much Mellie wants me to. Is he gorgeous? Yes, I could be blind and still realize that. 6’3ish, with brown eyes the color of caramel, and dark hair with a high & tight style. The stubble on his face never seemed to leave kind of like the tattoos that stretched across his bulky muscles. any red-blooded woman would be attracted to him. Unfortunately for me, I thought his personality was more prickly than a cactus. I swear either he’s creepily mute or aggravatingly growly. I still couldn’t understand how different he and Declan were.
Even being identical twins, you could easily tell the difference between them. Damon just had a whole darker look. Declan’s the happiest, most easy going person that I have ever met. If you want to do something fun & stupid, he’s your guy. His twin was the doom and gloom one and I tried to avoid him like the plague.
The bell chimed up ahead interrupting my musing. MJ was engrossed with his toy deciding to let someone up front handle it I continued to breeze through the books my mind once again returning to thoughts of Damon.
I knew that he would never physically hurt me. He proved that the night he took me home when I’d fallen asleep after our grand opening. Hell, he even sweetly tucked me in. Everything was sweet until he opened his mouth and became a jackass again.
Frustrated I closed the book and rubbed my forehead. I just didn’t get why he is such an ass to me. The best thing that I could do was to stay the hell away from me. moody.
I turned at the sound of a deep cough from behind me. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes at the sight in front of me.
Speak of the devil…of course, my thoughts would somehow conjure his moody, broody sexy ass. I tried not to look at how well the jeans stretched over his muscular thighs. I could only imagine how good they looked on his ass. Nope…no…don't do that I scolded myself before plastering on a fake smile. Yet I couldn’t stop my eyes from straying over the black shirt that complemented the jeans he wore. Damn did he look good? Just be your pleasant self while trying to ignore him as much as possible.
MJ laughed drawing my attention back to him. When Damon crossed the room in a few strides my breath caught in my throat at the sight of him picking MJ up. It was beautiful. How could someone so moody be so good with kids? MJ’s chubby hands went to his stubble as he lifted him in the air. The same stubble that I would love to stroke I reluctantly admitted.
My hormones felt like they were in overdrive now. There was nothing I liked more than a man who was good with kids. I just wished it was any man other than Damon.
Damon
I’m pretty sure that I could be classified as a stalker these days. It was getting to the point that other people would probably find it creepy how often I came around just to be near her. Not that I really gave a fuck about what people thought but it’s just a realistic observation. I can’t seem to stay away even though I know that I should. But knowing and doing are two different things. She was like my drug of choice and I’m a junkie looking for my next fix.
Michelle Olsen is everything that is beautiful about this world. I pretended to play with MJ as I observed her tense frame. Today she wore a blue blouse that matched her cornflower blue eyes. Her naturally blonde hair was pulled away from her face in a ponytail revealing a tiny nose, pouty lips and full cheekbones in a heart-shaped face. I could only imagine what her fair skin tasted like. I pushed the thought away from me as I felt the blood rush to my dick. When she stood I watched her hips sway gently as she walked across to the file cabinet. For minutes I had stood at the door watching her thinking how she was way too good for a man as fucked in the head as I am. She was light, sugar and sweetness all rolled into one. Where I’m darkness, with only demons to keep me company. Even looks wise we couldn’t be any further apart. She is literally a walking dream. Add that to the fact that she is a sweet as the things that she bakes and it was a lethal combination for any man.
I’m fully aware that she is way too good for me. Just because I know that I should stay away from her, doesn’t mean that I was fully capable of doing so I thought about everything I knew about Michele. I knew where she worked, where she lived, what she did. I even took it upon myself to get rid of the few assholes that weren’t good enough for her. She had a bad taste in men mainly the ones that only thought with their dicks.
I get that I should probably stay out of her life completely, and for the most part, I do (scaring away pansy asses not included). I don’t even talk to her unless I have to. Granted I prefer not to really talk to anyone anyway, but sadly I wouldn
’t mind talking to her. The only other person that I didn’t really mind was Mel. Ever since I shot that crazy snatch in the head, Mel had decided that was her new best friend. But I knew damn well that she only wanted to get me and Shell together. Do I discourage it? No, because like I said, I’m a fucking junkie who needs my damn fix of her “soul sister” (the fuck…right?) like a crackhead needs to find a pipe!
Admittedly, Mel has grown on me.
Another bonus of my newfound friendship with her is MJ. Surprisingly, I actually really like kids. MJ is also probably the coolest baby around. The kid just hangs out and does his thing. I don’t think that I’ve ever even heard him cry. Even as I hold him up in the air playfully only squeals come out of his mouth. Of course, coming to see him was just my way of seeing Michelle.
I hated to pretend that she didn’t exist on some days. I can tell that it bothers her. She is not one of those people who hide their emotions well. Her eyes are so expressive that you can tell everything that she is thinking. I doubt that she has ever met a person who wasn’t automatically drawn to her. Her sweet personality is like a magnet. I’m sure that it drives her crazy that I choose not to interact with her. But it’s for the best really. She doesn’t need someone like me dimming her light.
I’m brought out of my musings by an extremely a big blob of drool landing smack in my face.
“Oh my god! I swear he’s getting so heavy that it’s hard to hold him back these days! He eats just like his daddy.” Mel states as she walks over and retrieves MJ from my arm.
But she’s right. At 8 months old he is already pretty heavy and solid. He is definitely going to have Morris’ build when he gets older. This kid was going to be built like a brick house. I briefly wonder if it’s too early to talk to Morris about signing the kid up for football? I have a feeling that the peewee league won’t know what hit them in a few years.
“Yeah, he ain’t small, that’s for sure,” I tell his mama.
“Nope, he’s his daddy all the way. So what are you doing here? Not that I’m upset, just curious.” Mel asks with a sweet smile while her mischievous eyes glance at Shell.
“No reason, I was in the area and thought that I’d stop by to see little man.” I lied smoothly well it wasn’t a total lie.
“Mmmmhmm. Well, that works. We’re about to close up so you get the honor of watching him while we work.” She says with a little grin and walks away.
Who knew that thanks to my obsession that I’d become a damn babysitter. But whatever works at this point I guess. I came in to get my fix and luckily I’ll get plenty of it. Watching Michelle in her element is a thing of beauty. I’d watch ten kids just to be able to watch her. Jesus, I’m turning into a pussy!
“Hey Shell, are you almost done?” Mel yells from the office.
“I’m done out here but I have a ton of baking to do. I also had someone call me about doing their wedding cake, so I want to bake a few samples for them to try. I’ll probably be here at least a few more hours.”
“You shouldn’t be here by yourself at night. It isn’t safe.” I say to her as she’s passing me on her way into the kitchen. She stops and stares at me with her mouth hanging open.
I hate when she’s here alone. It pisses me off that she stays late into the night baking and not paying attention to anything around her. It isn’t safe but that stubborn ass won’t listen to anyone. Nope, she just smiles and keeps doing it. I swear I don’t know whether I want to spank or kiss her annoying ass. Who am I kidding? I want to do both really badly.
“I keep the doors locked, it’s fine.” She says after she recovers from her initial shock of me talking to her. Trust me no one is more shocked than me.
“Someone could break in. Then what would you do?” I question. I really should just keep my mouth shut but for the life of me, I just can’t seem to.
“Someone could also break into my apartment too. Does that mean that I should never go home alone?” She asks sweetly…smartass. Though just the thought of her taking some man home with her is enough to make me grind my teeth so hard that I’m surprised that they don’t crack.
“If you’re worried about that, maybe you should get a roommate.” I practically growl at her. Usually, she backs down and just goes on her way. Unfortunately, I think I’ve managed to piss her off and I have a feeling that she isn’t even close to done if that gleam in her eyes is anything to go by.
“Hmmm…maybe you’re right.” What!?! “Do you think that Declan or Rocco are looking for a roommate?”
“Why!?!” I’m practically seething at the thought of either of those two living anywhere near her.
“Well…since you’re so concerned with me being in danger, it makes sense to live with one or two big, strong, well trained and very able men. Thanks for such a great idea, Damon! Remind me to ask them the next time that I see them!” She says right before she blows a kiss to MJ…I know it sure as hell wasn’t for me and floats on back to her kitchen.
I’m literally sitting here gaping at the doorway when I notice Mel walk out. She’s smiling like the cat who ate the cream.
“You should see how red your face is right now! You really did leave yourself open for that. You can only push someone so far before they push back. Looks like Michelle has hit her limit with you. Good luck…you're going to need it.” Mel chuckles as she takes MJ from me and walks out.
Son of a bitch! She wouldn't really ask one of them to live with her...would she?
Chapter 2
Michelle
A few hours later and I'm still smiling at the look on Damon's face when I actually stood up to him and told him that I would ask one of the guys to live with me. He's such an arrogant ass! No shit it's dangerous for a woman to be in a building alone at night. Even freaking children understand that. I don't understand why he decided to say anything at all. He acts as if I don't exist...so why bother?
My only plans for the night included enjoying a glass of wine and reading the new romance novel on my bed. I would vicariously live through someone else sex life. I paused to think about how long it had been since I’d had sex. When my mind began to draw blanks I knew it had been too long. I twirled the string of my apron I couldn’t believe that this is what my life has come to. Getting excited about spending an evening alone with only a book boyfriend to keep me company.
On the bright side at least my baking has been on point lately but those fluffing macaroons would be the death of me. I just didn’t understand as I glanced at a batch on the counter, they should be perfect little circles of awesomeness. Instead, they're cracked spheres of disappointment.
After putting all the cake samples away and cleaning up my mess, I am finally left for the day. Grabbing my purse I make sure that I have my keys in hand when I walk out of the office and towards the back door. I set the alarm that Morris insisted we install and lock the door. My car is parked in the lot under a street lamp and I look around before I start walking. Outside I spot my car parked under a street lamp, the only light on the darkened street, peering around the empty parking lot I decide its safe and hustle to my car.
Thoughts of Damon fill my mind as I walk to the car. I was so distracted I almost didn’t notice the large figure move out of the shadows.
I put my keys between my fingers to use as a weapon and start walking as fast as I can without looking at the huge figure coming towards me. Just as I'm about to start truly panicking I hear my name being called from a voice that sounds like sexy gravel. Can gravel even sound sexy? I question before looking over my shoulder into Damon’s face as he casually strolled towards me.
"Seriously what the hell are you doing!?!" I shriek like an unhinged banshee. "You scared the crap out of me! I thought that you were some freaking serial killer coming to get me so that you can wear my skin!" I never claimed not to be overly dramatic. I think that I have a lovely flair for it actually.
Damon's stopped a foot or so away from me and is staring at me like I'm insane.
See what craz
iness could be all yours grumpy bear? "Do you think that a serial would approach you slowly after calling your name?" He grunts out.
"Well obviously if they want me to stop long enough for them to catch up to me. I mean what better way to get close to someone than to call their name as they know you, or that they need to ask you a question. I stopped for you didn't I?" I mean duuuuh.
"Yeah, but you know me."
"And I'm sure some people knew Ted Bundy. Apparently, he was charismatic and not grumpy like some people." I get a raised eyebrow to that one.
"Are you saying that you think that I'm like Ted Bundy?" He growls
"Of course not!" He gives me a relieved smirk. "Ted Bundy was charismatic and well-spoken." He narrows his eyes at me so much that they look closed.
"He mutilated women and had sex with their dead bodies."
"And to think women went with him willingly," I answer him haughtily.
"I have no problem getting a woman." He tells me with an obnoxious smirk. Yeah, I'm sure that you have no problem getting a woman...the lucky bitch.
"It doesn't really count if they're drunk or just have low standards and will sleep with anyone Damon." Eeeeekk...if looks could kill, I'd be a pile of dust. I think that I might've just poked the grumpy bear with a pitchfork instead of a stick.
He starts walking towards me again or should I say stalking towards me. I now know exactly what small prey feels like. The look in his brown eyes is fierce. Like there's a storm brewing and I'm not going to be able to weather it. I'm frozen to my spot. Where is my fight or flight instinct? I should be running from the predator instead of trying to become its prey.
"Answer me this dollface. Do I look like someone who would ever have to get a woman drunk to fuck me?" he says in a harsh voice only inches away from my face I wish I could say that I feel threatened or even a little bit afraid, but I don't.
