Free Addicted (Addicted Trilogy Book 1) by S. Nelson Page B

Because of
everything, she was very protective over me when it came to guys hitting on me,
or even just hanging around. Funny thing was, though, Alek didn’t bring out
that side in her—not that I was aware of, anyway.
    “Yeah, but I’m not
really up to talking about it. The only thing I want to do is take a shower and
go back to bed.” I smiled, but it never reached my eyes.
    As the hot water rushed over my body, I remembered
a time when I was forced to talk about the event. I saw a therapist for about a
year after it happened, but all it did was make me relive all the details over
and over again. I understood the point of talking to someone when bad things
happened, but after a certain point, I was just tired. Tired of dredging up the
past, and tired of remembering. So I stopped seeing her long before I moved to
Seattle.        
    Exhausted past the point of thinking anymore, I
dried off and made my way toward my bed, curling under the covers and drifting
off into a restless sleep.
    ~~~~
    I swear I wasn’t asleep more than a few hours when
my phone jarred me awake. I heard Mumford and Sons playing as a ringtone. What the hell? I didn’t put it on there.
Reaching over, I snatched my phone from the charger only to reveal the caller.
    Alek.
    How the hell did
he get my number? I never gave it to him. I would
have, had he asked, but he never did.
    “Hello?” I barely answered, my voice a garbled
whisper. What the hell time is it? I
glanced at my alarm clock and noticed it was only eight o’clock.
    “Hi, sunshine. Did I wake you?” The rasp in his
voice instantly roused me, doing delicious things to my nether regions. My
brain was instantly flooded with images from the night before, making me clench
my thighs together to stop the ache before it became too much.
    “Um…yeah. You do realize it’s only eight in the morning, on a Sunday, don’t you? Most people are
still sleeping.”
    “Sorry. I wanted to make sure I caught you before
you made any plans. I was hoping to take you to breakfast. What do you say?”
    How about
calling me back at noon?
    Instead of refusing, I responded with, “What time are
you thinking?”
    For some reason, I knew he was smiling on the other
end of the phone.
    “How about I pick you up in an hour? Does that
work?”
    I tried my best to stifle my yawn, but it escaped
anyway. “Fine, see you in an hour. Do you remember the way here?”
    “Of course, see you soon.”
    Before he hung up, I had one more question for him.
“Alek, how did you get my phone number, let alone program yours into my phone
with your own ringtone?”
    “I have ways of finding out information when I want
it.” He chuckled. “And I programmed my number into your cell last night on the
way home.”
    I didn’t press him further because I knew Alexa
gave him my number. I should’ve been mad at her, but I wasn’t.
    “I’ll be there in an hour. Be ready.”
    “Okay, I’ll meet you out front.”
    “No, I’ll come upstairs. Please don’t wait outside,
Sara. It’s too early in the morning, and you don’t know who is out there. Promise
me you’ll wait for me inside.” There was silence on my end for a short time. “Sara!
Promise me.”
    Oh, for the
love …
    “Okay, I’ll wait for you inside. Satisfied?”
    “Yes, very. Thank you. See you soon,” he said
before disconnecting the call.
    I swung out of bed and headed toward the bathroom,
ready to take yet another shower.

~9~
    Sara

 
    It was five minutes to nine when I finished getting
ready. I’d thrown on some jeans, boots, and a pretty embroidered white
camisole, covered by a royal blue cardigan. A decorative scarf completed the
look, plus it would come in handy if the weather was a bit chillier than
predicted.
    “Sara, Alek is here for you!” Alexa yelled from the
doorway of her bedroom. She must have heard him knock and let him in. I wasn’t
sure why she was up so early on a Sunday. She should’ve still been knocked out
for at least