Page 4 of Addicted to You
I poured out some of the coke and formed a couple of lines. Donnie slid a rolled-up bill across the desk, and there was zero hesitation on my part as I leaned forward to snort the white powder. It didn’t take long for the world around me to sharpen, my senses buzzing as the rush hit me.
He chuckled. “Ready to have a good time tonight?”
I nodded. We left his office together and headed back to the main floor. The music seemed louder, the lights a bit brighter than before, and my entire body vibrated with energy. We headed for a table marked “VIP” near the stage, and I slid into a seat across from Donnie. The table was part of a row of booths with high backs to offer a bit of privacy to those willing to pay for it and offered the best view in the club according to my friend.
I watched several women dance their asses off for the dollar bills guys were offering. But once I started handingout twenties, the performers directed most of their attention my way. I was about to ask Donnie who he suggested for a lap dance when a woman with long auburn hair walked onto the stage. Her moves were hypnotic; the sway of her hips timed perfectly with the beat of “Porn Star Dancing” by My Darkest Days. My dick twitched as she slowly removed pieces of clothing until she was left in nothing but a purple thong.
“I’m going to need a lap dance from her,” I told Donnie, pulling out more cash from my wallet.
“It’s a hundred bucks.” He stood and waved her over when the song finished. “But she’s worth every penny.”
Once she’d picked up all the money on stage, she headed our way. She was even hotter up close, and the slight smirk on her face promised she was the good kind of trouble.
“Silas, meet Mia.” Donnie clapped me on the back. “Mia, this is Silas. He’s the guy I told you about earlier. I trust you’ll take care of him.”
“Of course,” she cooed as Donnie walked away.
She didn’t waste any time sliding onto my lap once it was just the two of us and I slipped her the fee for the dance. The music shifted to something slower, and she began grinding against my dick that was straining against the zipper of my jeans.
“Donnie said you were looking for a good time tonight,” she breathed into my ear.
I lifted a brow. “Did he now?”
“Yep.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her tits into my chest. “And I’m making it my mission to make sure you don’t leave disappointed.”
She rolled her hips and I let out a groan. “Keep doing that and I’ll be a very satisfied customer.” I clenched my fists at my sides, so damn tempted to touch her but trying not to break any club rules.
She grabbed my hands and placed them on her ass. “Don’t worry. No one is going to kick you out for not keeping your hands to yourself.” The song ended, and she pulled back to ask, “Want to take this somewhere more private?”
Her meaning was clear, and she didn’t wait for an answer before standing and offering me her hand.
Donnie appeared at my side as I stood, pressing another small bag into my palm. “Thought you two could enjoy this together.” I peeked at the contents and instantly recognized the ecstasy tablets inside.
Mia pulled me toward one of the rooms reserved for private dances. When the door clicked shut behind us, she grabbed the bag of pills from my hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”
I was in for one hell of a night.
2
CASH
With my bag packed,Steve walked me to the door. We’d gone over everything one last time: his schedule, his meetings, the tools to keep him on track. We’d been together for six weeks. Six weeks of structure, encouragement, and support to help him rebuild his confidence had finally paid off. My job as his sober companion had started the day he left rehab, offering one-on-one support to help him maintain his sobriety. Staying sober wasn’t easy, and I could only hope he’d stick with everything we’d put into place.
As we reached the threshold, I clasped his shoulder. “You’ve got this,” I assured him.
“Thanks, Cash,” he replied with a small smile and a handshake.
Outside, the crisp December air chilled my neck and carried the faint scent of rain as I walked toward my Silverado. It was the kind of dreary weather that marked winters in Eastern Texas.
As I climbed into my truck, the sense of accomplishment from my work with Steve was mixed with something sweeter: anticipation. After going home to pack, I would be staying with Britt at her place forthe night before we caught our early flight to Boston in the morning. The thought brought a huge smile to my face as I cranked up the heat.
Working as a sober companion was hard on my dating life because it required me to live with my clients for a period of time, but Britt had been a surprise. A good one. We had met a little over a year ago at Club 24, a gym in Houston. I’d been there with a client, trying to scope out places he could channel his energy and create healthy habits. She’d been running laps on the indoor track, her ponytail bouncing with each stride. It was impossible not to notice her. When we’d crossed paths later at the smoothie bar, she’d been the one to kick off the conversation. Her confidence and quick wit had me hooked right away.
“Let me guess,” she’d said, eyeing my protein shake. “You’re one of those people who drinks these so you can justify a burger with extra fries.”
“Guilty,” I’d shot back, earning a laugh that made me want to keep talking to her. During our conversation, I learned she was a medical resident who had studied at Baylor, juggling long hospital shifts with grueling responsibilities, and still somehow she made time for the gym. Over the next few weeks, we kept bumping into each other when I was there with my client. Before I knew it, I asked her out for coffee, then dinner, then we hung out more when our schedules would allow.
We’d been together ever since.
