The Addicting Affair

1.

It Will Rain

Jordan's POV
"Come on," I grumble in frustration as my keys fell out of my hands again. I quickly snatch the keys from the floor, she'll be down the stairs any second now. I need to hurry up.

I finally opened the door, quickly yet silently shutting the front door as I made my way into the restroom. Once I locked the door, I set my things down on the bathroom floor. I open my briefcase, exposing where I keep all my secrets. I reach for my favorite small bag. My heart was already racing; I can smell the happiness now.

"Jordan, are you okay?" My wife calls me from upstairs. She's worried as to why I ran to the restroom as soon as I got home. First thing I do when I get home is greet her, but today aggravated the shit out of me. I need this now.

I usually do this early in the morning before she can see me, or even at work between meetings. No one can know about this but myself.

"I'm fine! It's just a nose bleed!" I answer as I made sure the door was locked once more.

I shake the small bag, my patience running low as the powder wouldn't come out. I could feel my hands becoming sweaty as I became lightheaded.

I sigh in relief as the powder fell onto the top of the toilet. I then shake gently until the powder was set in a line.

This here, is heaven. Cocaine, my favorite reason to breathe every day.

I got my black card from my wallet, my favorite thing to use to divide it into lines. It was in a fine line before I took a sweet sniff of it.

"Fuck," I stop for a moment as I leaned my head back, allowing the cocaine to come into my nostrils as the high was just beginning. A smile spread on my face as everything felt bright and light once again. Everything is clear.

I quickly hide the small bag of cocaine in between the many files and papers, putting it back in its hiding spot where it'll never be found.

I open the door, smiling at Valerie as she stood outside the bathroom concerned.

"I'm good, just a small nosebleed," I nod my head, giving her a kiss on the lips.

I give her a smile, assuring her once more that I'm okay.

"Where's Bella?" I ask for our daughter.

"Upstairs sleeping, I just put her down," she replies.

I quickly wipe my nose as she walked ahead of me, reminding me how happy she was that her parents were coming over for dinner tonight. We're celebrating Valerie's birthday a bit earlier with them due to conflicting schedules.

Her parents aren't too fond of me. I don't care, the feeling is mutual.

Her father says I'm a "cocky bastard" and I should just "shove my money up my ass", gotta love that man. And we of course can't forget the mother that adores my money but hates my "narcissistic" tendencies. She's a psychologist, thinks she knows what's she's talking about apparently. She makes my eyes roll from such accusations.

About two months ago, her father and I got into an altercation after I made an "inappropriate" comment to my wife. My wife, mother of my child for fucks safe.