Chapter 2 Sex Addict

• Absinthe gets up on the bed when the sunlight hits her face through the glass window. She turned her gaze around the room, and her forehead creased.
• “Damn, how can I escape in here?” she mumbled, annoyingly.
• While looking outside, the door opens and the boss of the Greco Mafia Clan was walking inside as hot as fuck.
• She swallowed hard when she saw his well-toned muscular body. He’s sweaty and she thinks that he came up for a morning exercise and visited her in his room.
• “Good morning, babe,” he greeted, “how’s your sleep? Won’t you thank me for taking you here?”
• He smiled at her, annoyingly.
• Absinthe leaned on the window, smirking at him. “Why would I thank you? It does not mean that you are treating me well, I will tell every single detail about the person who wants to kill you.”
• Vander’s forehead creased with annoyance. “So, you wanted to be a cage in here-probably my room?” he asked, challenging her.
• Absinthe arched her brow. “Why don’t you just take a bath? You… you stink.” She swallowed hard because she can’t stop looking at Vander’s sweaty body which almost see his eight packs abs.
• He licked off his lower lip, biting it while walking towards her. She tried to move backward, avoiding Vander’s gaze. She sat up on the bed because she has no other choice.
• Absinthe looked up at Vander, avoiding the burning desire she felt in her body if she keeps on looking at his eight packs abs.
• Vander laughs, looking down at her. He smirks when he saw her reaction. His hands rested on Absinthe’s head and ruffled her hair. In that instance, she shoos his hands away.
• “Don’t mess up with my hair,” she spurted, annoyingly.
• Vander didn’t listen to her whining. “I’d like to mess up with you, and you can’t do anything about that,” he fired back.
• Absinthe raised her eyebrows, suppressing her laughter upon what Vander calls her. She looked darkly at him. “Are you nuts?” she asked almost laughing.
• Vander clenched his fist because he knows that his enemy is just fooling him. But he’s not an El Señor of the Greco-Mafia clan for nothing. Everyone is afraid of him and other mafias bow to him. He’s not a boss just to be fooled by his enemy. He loves to play with them, sensually.
• “You want me to prove that I am not a nut?” he mumbled, lowering his face down to Absinthe’s neck.
• She was not prepared for the sudden action of El Señor. His breath sent shivers down her whole system and couldn’t help but in sniffing his scent. Slowly, her breath went rugged because Vander licked her neck that tickles her
• I shouldn’t feel this.
• No one, literally no one can have a long conversation with this Greco Mafia leader. His tongue swirled on her neck making her feel more intense and a bit of pleasure. She tries to move away but instead of moving, an arm caught her nape and their eyes met.
• Vander stared at her; a playful smile flashed on his lips.
• Absinthe tried to tap his hand to release her but he couldn’t let go. She stared at him furiously but the man she was with just laugh. Her heartbeat thumped fast.
• Why do I feel this feeling? I am not attracted to him, damn it!
• “S-Stay away… Vander,” she stutters pimping the man.
• Vander smirks. “Touch me first.”
• She clenched her fist. The anger that she wants to get rid of him seemed like a flying bird because her other fist punches Vander’s handsome face. “Touch yourself, bastard! Don’t play on me. I won’t hesitate to punch you!”
• Vander chuckled as he held his punched cheeks. There was a streak of anger in his eyes when he looked at the woman who punched him, specifically, looking at him with disgust.
• “If I need to touch you violently, I would rather do that in here… in my bed,” he said, flatly. No emotions were written on his face.
• Absinthe stood up and push him away. She walks towards the door to open it but she’s too late to do that because Vander caught her waist and pinned her at the back of the door.
• “You can’t escape in here, babe. I won’t let you get away!” He’s furious enough to touch her sensually.
• She’s struggling from Vander’s touch. “Fuck you! L-Let go of me, Vander. I won’t let you touch me! Stop being a jerk, fucker!” She struggles but Vander won’t let go. “Just let me go and I’ll say anything to you,” she added, calmly.
• Vander’s hand slowly traveled over the delicate part of her body. The heat of her body got even hotter. The way his palm touches her chest down to her hips was tremendously felt hot.
• She tilted his neck to give him more access in there. She could feel the intensity of the trembling of her knee.
• “I’m not a fool, Absinthe.”
• Yes, you’re a fool, El Señor! A foolish leader!
• “If you’re not a fool, let me go.”
• Vander hesitates in letting her go but then, he thinks of a certain way how he can punish this stunning woman. He didn’t move away behind her back. They don’t have the same height; he is tall and she was only up to his shoulder. He has a well-toned physique and Vander looks so hot on his sweaty body.
• She turned to him. They both stared at each other and Vander just wet his lips, swallowing hard. “You can stay away from me.” She glared at him.
• Vander scratched his forehead and just do what she says. “All right. Just don’t look at me like that, sweetie.”
• Here he is again.
• He calls her different endearment even though she doesn’t know the meaning of it. She was annoyed being called by someone with endearment she didn’t want to. Absinthe rolled her eyes, walked away from the door, and went to a single couch.
• On the other side, Vander just laughs at the back of his head because of what his enemy is doing. If she doesn’t want to talk about the people who ordered her to kill him, he’ll make her suffer.
• Irritation filled his face when she heard her curse.
• “Fuck it! Am I in hell?” she whispered.
• “You’re not in hell but I can make your life like a living hell and with unusual pleasure,” he uttered.
• What? Did he hear it? Fuck, what do you think self?
• Vander formed a sly smile on his lips. “You wanted to live in here? I can give you the pleasure you want,” he said, “what pleasure do you want? The painful one or the latter which you wanted to enjoy the most?” he questioned.
• Is It some kind of a joke? I want to knock him out to get back to his senses.
• “I’d rather die in a painful way than be pleasured by a sex addict who is exactly you, dumbass!” Absinthe sounds irritated.
• He laughs upon hearing what she said. “No worries, you’ll die in my hands but before that, you’ll beg me to pleasure you, sweetie.”
• The strange feeling was there again by calling her ‘sweetie’. She didn’t even bother to stop herself from not thinking about that.
• “I’m not your sweetie. Stop calling me that asshat!” she spurted. “Take a bath, I don’t like your fucking smell.”
• “Oh? You love my fragrant smell?” Vander teased and chuckled even more.
• What the hell is this man’s problem? Damn, he’s out of his mind already.
• Fuck you, Vander. Just fuck you to hell! Absinthe wanted to shout those words but she just restrained herself because if she ever does that thing, who knows what Vander is thinking about fucking her in his room.
• She rolled her eyes, clenching her jaw. “Don’t play fire in me, Vander. You may be the one tempting me but if I am going to act, you’ll be dead not in a pleasurable way but a most painful experience.”
• Vander just turned around and went to his bathroom. He won’t argue anymore because soon, he will please her. Not now but soon. And sooner or later, she will fall for his trap. He needs to treat her well but his tactic is not valid because he knows, Absinthe is a smart ass.
• “Why do I have to be in this situation?” Absinthe whispered. “I know that he’s handsome but fuck it! He’s arrogant and a sex addict!”