<em><strong> chapter 80   </strong><strong>Addison </strong></em>


    I felt nervous as hell, like a schoolgirl with a crush. Only that this was certainly much bigger than what a teenager could feel. A whirlwind of emotions was brewing within me and I had no idea of how to deal with all the emotions. But one thing was certain, I wanted Zane very much. I watched him drive from the side of my eyes while I felt myself slowly grow aroused. The act of watching someone drive has never been hot to me till Zane. I’ve never find a lot of ridiculous things hot till Zane. Him breathing was hot to me. Him speaking was hot to me. Heck, him eating was hot to me.


    Which is why i didn’t need a diagnosis. Something was undoubtedly wrong with me.


    We haven’t spoken since the beginning of the ride, and the air felt awkward and tense, but not ufortable. I couldn’t wait for him to pull him in my apartment so I could alight this car and be able to breathe again. Hopefully after running into him unexpectedly at Gregg’s today, I won’t ever run into him unexpectedly. Not seeing him for a long stretch of time is undoubtedly what I need for me topletely stop seeing him and ‘that’s exactly why I absolutely couldn’t work with him.


    “We’re here.” His low voice suddenly filled the air, pulling me back to the present. My eyes widened as I nced out the window and realized that we’ve Indeed arrived in the front of my building.


    I cleared my throat and undid my seatbelt, remembering that thest time I was here in this car, it was after I got fucked within an inch of my lift and hasn’t been able to stand well, and that made my cheeks color as I nced over at Zane and cleared my throat.


    “Thank you for dropping me off.” I mumbled as our eyes met. He hummed as he undid his seat belt, then he alighted the car. I frowned as I came down as well, and as he rounded the car, he stopped in front of me as he spoke.


    “You can thank me by inviting me up. I wouldn’t mind some tea after all that drinking.”


    My mouth opened and closed a few times while my heart almost flew out of my throat. He wanted me to invite him up???


    No. Absolutely not. I couldn’t be alone with him, so that’s definitely not gonna happen. My house is also ridiculouspared to his, and I feel ashamed at the thought of him seeing it.


    “I can’t.” I breathed out before clearing my throat. “And I’m sorry, but I have to sleep early cause I have a long day tomorrow <i>to </i>search for a job.” I mumbled and Zane rolled his eyes before stepping closer, making my breath stumble in my chest.


    “But it’s just a cup of tea. It’s only curtesy.” He pointed out in that voice that pulled at the strings In my stomach, making my breath hitch again.


    “But I…” I began but he arched a brow at me, making me trail off as my cheeks grew hot.


    “Are you refusing because of another reason?” He asked as his gaze briefly halted on my lips and my cheeks grew hot again as I turned away from him, feeling weak as hell right now. Deep down, I knew that I actually wanted him toe up with me, and that’s why I’m trying to prevent that from happening cause it wouldn’t lead to anything good no matter what.


    “Of course not.” I mumbled before letting out a long sigh. “You cane up, I guess, for just one cup.”


    He shed me a grin that made my toes curl. “Of course, bunny.”


    Up in my apartment, I felt embarrassed as hell as I let him in. I didn’t use to feel embarrassed to invite people in here no matter what caliber they’re from, probably because I used to be really proud of what I owned. However ever since Marco told me about how he felt about my house, I had grown self conscious about it without even realizing it.


    “Looks cozy.” He breathed out as he stepped deeper and arrived in the sitting room. I felt awkward as I watched him, watching for a ‘but‘ toe, but it didn’t. He smoothly sank into one of my couches while his eyes wandered around.


    “I see you’re a lover of romance books.” He murmured and I noticed his eyes on the book I left by the couch and I felt a breath of relief leave my lungs over him not belittling my house even though it’s clearly way below him.


    “Yup, hardcore,” I told him as I pulled my hoodie off and dropped it onto one of the couches.


    “I like romance books too, despite how shocking that might sound,” he drawled as he picked the book up and briefly scrolled through it.


    “Believe me, it’s really not. A lot of people you’d never expect are readers so I’vee to never be shocked about that.” Iughed softly as I spoke.


    “You’re the first person to not be shocked that I read-” he suddenly trailed off and I nced up to see why and that’s when I realized why. His eyes were on my chest, and that’s when I realized that I had unconsciously taken off my hoodie after arriving home, forgetting that he was still here. The camisole I had underneath the whole time showed a generous amount of my cleavage and his eyes lingered on them a moment longer before settling on my ming face.


    I reached for the hoodie when he stopped me. “Leave it.”


    My muscles stiffened and I already responded to him before realizing it. My breathing had grown ragged instantly and I exhaled breathlessly, my gaze darting everywhere but at him. The air between us suddenly felt charged again, and this time, I was fully aware that we were all alone in here.


    This is exactly why I hadn’t wanted to invite him up.


    When I nced over at him, he hadpletely abandoned the book and was now leaning back in the couch. He had also taken off his jacket and now my eyes was drinking up his muscles andrge biceps through his shirt just as my throat grew dry.


    “Come sit.” He ordered, tapping the seat beside him, but that was clearly a bad idea and rm bells went off in my head as I shook my head and Inched backward my stomach clenched heatedly.


    “I- I have <i>to </i>get you your tea…” I mumbled just as he smoothly cut me off.


    “Fuck the tea, bunny. Now,e here.”


    My throat grew drier and I felt my legs wobble a little as I remained frozen in the same spot. My mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. I wanted to tell him that he only came up here for tea and nothing


    ?


    more, but no sound left my mouth, and like a puppet on a string, I felt myself being pulled towards him.


    When I stopped before him, he grabbed my wrist and tugged me over hisps, and my entire body trembled hard as I grabbed hisrge shoulders for purchase.


    “Zane?” I whispered breathlessly as I shook while his hot mouth trailed down my throat.


    This was wrong. This shouldn’t be happening. Those words echoed through my head over and over again.


    “Hm?” He hummed as he sucked a mark into my throat and I mewled breathlessly while trembling across him. His arms were firm around my waist, pinning me against him and making me grow hotter all over.


    “We shouldn’t do this.” I managed on a whine, and Zane being a bastard only chuckled, then he leaned forward and took my mouth in a heated kiss.


    I moaned into the kiss as it consumed me almost immediately, and as I gripped his hair while shaking as he sucked on my tongue, it felt like I was about to go crazy as pleasure wreaked through my entire body. At that very moment, my phone began to ring, making me tense up and instantly pull away while my heart pounded hard against my ribs.


    I climbed off his legs and got to the phone, then I almost dropped it on seeing that it was Marco calling. The same Marco who sent me flowers this morning.


    “Hey baby.” Marco drawled into the phone and guilt ripped hard though my stomach as I struggled hard to regte my racing heart.


    “Hi baby.” I whispered back, my voice still ragged to my own ears.


    “Are you alright? You sound breathless.” Marco said and I almost dropped my phone again.


    “Oh, no! I was just doing some… some Ptes, that is all.” I assured him and he hummed before urging me to take it easy, then he told me he called because he was just thinking about me and I felt myself grow sick in my stomach from disgust at myself.


    I was such a sick human. My boyfriend was thinking about me and I was here making out with his brother.


    After we talked some more, we wished each other a good night, then the call finally ended, and I was left feeling like the worst human ever.


    “You need to leave.” I tell him before even putting my phone away. I was breathing hard and my stomach was filled with guilt as I stared at Zane, still seated on the couch.


    He didn’t object and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or annoyed. After he smoothly rose up and grabbed his jacket.


    “We should hang out tomorrow.” He suddenly said and my heart jumped into my throat again.


    “Why?” I asked, my eyes narrowed.


    “Don’t you need a job anymore?” He asked in a t, unbothered voice that grated on my nerves for some


    reason.


    7 …


    I pursed my lips. “I never asked you for a job.”


    He rolled his eyes this time, already heading for the door, and a huge part of me wanted to ask him to stay so we could resume from where we stopped, but I pushed those sick desires away just as he spoke.


    “Well, you need a job anyway, soe out tomorrow for a job interview with me.”