His Addiction

Chapter Five: Pardon my french

The remainder of the week was boring. Daniel would sometimes come home late and I would have been asleep by then. It was getting boring and reading all of those books was starting to hurt my brain. I wanted to work on my book and my boxing. I wanted to be able to fend for myself if someone where to come and hurt me. Considering daniel was always working he couldn't possibly protect me all day.

Daniel came home every night more stressed than the next. He was tired and I was bored. I felt like pulling out my hair. I missed my father and my work. I just hoped I would get to meet him soon.

The front door being shut and the jingling of keys brought my out of my thoughts.

Daniel's home.

I hurried downstairs to see daniel plop down on the couch in the living room.

He had his head in his hands. Maybe right now wasn't such a good time. He was obviously exuasted.

"Daniel?" I said approaching him. My heart churned at the sight of him like this.

"Yes?" He said looking up and giving me a small smile. A sad smile, what was going on?

"Are you okay?" I asked. As much as an asshole he was, Daniel had a large heart. His brown locks were messed up and his eyes held dark bags. There must have been something bothering him.

He nodded soundlessly. He closed his eyes with a sigh. An idea struck me and my cheaks flamed at the thought, but if it was going to convince him to let me meet with my editor and work on my book then so be it. I climbed onto the couch and straddled Daniel's back working out the kinks in his shoulders and back before moving onto his neck.

Daniel groaned and the sound went straight to my core, socking my panties with hot disire. His tense muscles relaxed under my touch and he sighed greatful of my actions. Nothing bothers Daniel Morello, so for him to be this conflicted was the problem of the century.

"What's going on Daniel. You come home late and tired, is something the matter?" God, I hated how I sounded like his wife when I was just a job, a mere responsibility. I didn't care for Daniel did I? I'm only attracted to him, right?

Wrong

Stupid brain, never shuts up.

"Work is tiring Aphrodite." He said in his monotone voice.

"Working is not screwing your secretary on your desk or your respeptionist on your couch, now is it Mr.Morello?" I asked with a hint of jealousy. He turned around and grabbed my thighs pulling me to him and making me straddle his lap. A scarlett blush flourished across my cheaks. "I'm not one of your whores, Morello."

"Never said you were, Ritalianza. Besides you know you love this postition. Most women would kill to be in the same spot as you." He said. I rolled my eyes although I knew he was right. Whoever didn't want this man must have been lesbian or crazy.
"They wouldn't have to." I said with a smirk of my own.

"Yeah right." Daniel scoffed. "Everyone wants me."

"Sorry to break it to you but I dont, your majesty." I said hopping off his lap. "You treat most of those girls like shit anyway, its a tragedy they keep coming back. Perhaps they think you can change into something caring unlike the asshole you are, like the prince in princess and the frog."

He fake gasped and placed a hand on his heart. "Such foul language for a pretty mouth like yours, princess." He scolded.

"Pardon my french! But its not like your words arent fifthly as well." I scoffed.

"Maybe, but my mouth can't do the things yours can." He said with a wicked smile and a wink.

"Daniel!" I said eyes wide. "You dipshit."