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“Wanna hit?” he casually offered as if we’d known each other for some time now.
Catching me off guard, I gave him an odd long look before I noted the white, fine, straight lines on the mirror. “I—I don’t do drugs.”
He grinned further as Patrick took a tiny, black straw out of his pocket and then took one line into his nostril. It was as if it was the norm around here.
Rob brightened, settling the mirror in front of my face. “Oh, come on, just try it. It won’t hurt to try.”
“I think I’m good,” I insisted, but my eyes were glued on it, wondering how it would feel if I just tried it once.
“Come on! I promise I won’t ask you again after this,” he went on. “It’s going to help you feel relaxed. Trust me on this. I wouldn’t offer it to anyone if it was bad for you.”
Oh, fuck it. “Can you make the line small? Maybe like a dot or a quarter of it?”
He did as I asked, parting a line with the use of a credit card before Patrick pulled out a dollar and rolled it tightly then handed it over to me. Swallowing my nervousness down, I forced myself not to think of the consequences and instead thought about how Patrick had done it as quickly as he could. With the rolled dollar in my nostril, I closed my eyes and inhaled as hard as I could.
At first, the burning sensation made me tense as my body mainly focused on that feeling, shocking my system with the drug. Then I felt the effect. It was subtle at first, then the feeling of easiness settled in.
Patrick flung his arm around me, whispering into my ear, “More?”
“Just a little.”
He laughed out loud before taking the mirror away from Rob’s hands and holding it himself. “Go for it, babe. We have more in the stash.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, thinking I might’ve found my new best friend.
Finishing one line, I had never felt better. Things might not be looking so bad after all if I had something like this with me. Grey wasn’t kidding about this stuff. No wonder he had taken great amounts of it to get over me. I was sure that, in no time, I’d be in the same boat as he was.
ChapterSixty-Three
Can I see you?
I stared at the message, blinking back a few times before I realized it wasn’t a drug-induced hallucination. My heart was lodged in my throat when my fingers scrambled to type in my reply.
If you want to… Is everything okay?
A message immediately came through, as if he was holding his phone, waiting for me to respond. This thought made me shiver and melt all over again. Fucking hell, I was never going to get over him if I kept going this way.
No. Nothing’s okay. I need to be inside you.
OH. MY. GOD. My pussy throbbed as I imagined his cock inside me. After he backed out on me, even touching myself couldn’t take the edge of my need away.
I need you, too.
One more…my mind whispered while my body hummed with anticipation. If I had been sober, I probably would’ve questioned it more, but right now, all I cared about was getting him here. Feeling his body against mine. In mine.
Where are you? I’m coming by to get you.
Shit. I couldn’t hold my excitement when I told him I was at a house party in Santa Monica and gave him the address to the place.
Be there in 20. Can’t wait to feel you, Liv.
Oh, my fuck, I needed to calm the hell down or else I would overheat and that would be icky. Twenty minutes, that would be enough time to gather my bearings and wait for him outside. If this was my last time with him, as I promised myself it would be, to indulge this bad habit of Greyson addiction, I was going to rock his world. I would give it my all. That way, I’d give a much more sensual memory of me instead of the ugly ones I was certain he had a lot of.
Counting down the time until he arrived made me a little gaga as I kept checking myself whenever I could. Were my legs dry? Was my hair flat? Did I need another spritz of perfume on my neck? Was I bare down there… Okay, I was very keen on my wax appointments, but hey, one could never be too sure. There was always that one rogue that might plan to rebel and kill me with mortification…
“What are you doing out here?” Patrick asked as he took hold of my hip and somehow shifted me from side to side as if we were dancing.
“I have a meeting with an old friend.” His always perky personality was a breath of fresh air. I was a depressing person to listen to. EvenIgot sick of my own self. Imagine what others had to deal with when I was grumbling my troubles away.
