Page 5 of Sweet Addiction

I nod, plastering on a smile. “That’s right. And you are the new assistant gym coach?”

He grins. “That’s right. Although I can think of nothing worse than teaching a load of rich teenagers.”

I roll my eyes. “I am sure you will be fine. Like every school you have good and bad.”

“What are your plans for when you finish school? College?” Knox asks but before I can reply my mom cuts me off. Jesus. For a moment there I forgot she was here.

“Madison will be following in my footsteps. She wants to be an actress,” my mother beams at me, but I see the challenge in her eyes. She is daring me to argue with her on the subject. But argue, I will.

“I haven’t decided yet,” I lie, through gritted teeth. The truth is Vanessa’s offer is exactly what I was hoping for. I would be stupid to give it up just to keep my mom happy. I do need to sit down with her and talk properly though. Hopefully, if I explain that I really hate acting and everything that comes with it, she will support me in what I really want to do. Photography.

My shoulders slump a little when I remember this is Scarlett Grisham and no way will she be okay with her own daughter not taking up show business. Mom’s face falls and although I know it’s an emotional manipulation, I don’t want her to be sad, so I add, “But I will be looking into the acting thing.”

My mother preens like a fucking peacock at my words. She looks at Knox, but he just frowns back at her. “My baby, wants to be just like her mama,” she says in an almost childlike voice.

I squeeze my eyes shut, anxiety coursing through me. I haven’t been back in LA for more than eight hours and I already feel tense, anxious and like I want to hop on the next flight back to New York. A plate landing on the table has my eyes snapping open and without looking at him, I can feel Knox staring at me. Try as I might, I can’t help but peer up at him. He watches me with a look that I can’t quite decipher. Looking away, I blurt, “So, when is the wedding?”

Knox snorts, making Mom glare at him. Turning back to me, she smiles. “We haven’t decided yet. But we talked about sometime next year.”

I nod. “That gives you time to get to know each other better, I guess.”

“We don’t need to know each other better,” Knox deadpans.

Mom laughs, the sound nervous. “We don’t, I agree. When you know. You know.” She smiles, but I can tell it’s fake. Looking between them, I know all is not as it seems. It’s obvious in the way they act with each other.

So just what is my mother hiding from me? She usually tells me everything and although sometimes they are things I don’t want to hear, I want to know what the real deal is between these two.

“Now let’s eat. The food is getting cold,” Mom says effectively ending the conversation.

And by the end of dinner, I am still no further forward in my quest for information. Mom kept the conversation on me, never again straying to the status of her relationship. I know she did it on purpose and without saying anything it tells me everything.

Something is off with them, and I am determined to find out the truth.

I just need to get my mother alone.

ChapterFive

KNOX

Palming my cock, I run my thumb over the tip then my piercing as my thoughts go to the girl down the hall. Her big green eyes and beautiful face. I know I shouldn’t be stroking myself while thinking of Madison but fuck—she is perfect.

I have only known her for a couple hours, but there is something about her. It sounds cliché but there is. I don’t know whether it’s the forbidden aspect, knowing that I can’t touch her or just that she is so damn hot. Whatever it is, I want to get to know her. Want to do things to her that I have no business thinking about. I want to know what her little pussy looks like. Want to know the faces and noises she makes as she comes. The urge to know consumes me and it takes everything in me not to go into her room, pin her to the bed, and make her orgasm right now. I am going down a dangerous rabbit hole, but I can’t make myself stop. I don’t want to. Which is unusual for me. I’m normally a one-and-done kinda guy.

The women I usually sleep with know what to expect when it comes to fucking me. They get off, I get off, and then I get them gone. Obviously, I can’t do that with Madison—I am going to be living with her for the next ten months. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to feel her pussy wrapped around me. Feel her cunt contract as she creams my cock. I can’t go there though. I need to remember what’s at stake. Even if she is by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. I groan, squeezing my dick so hard I imagine it’s what Madison’s tight pussy would feel like. If I can’t have her, then the least I can do is fantasize. So, I do just that, tugging myself harder.

Her gazing up at me from her knees with those big emerald eyes as she takes my cock in her hot little mouth. She wants to please me, so she takes me deeper, swallowing until I feel her throat constrict around my length. “Such a good girl for me baby,” I murmur as if I am talking to her. I pump my cock harder, swiping the pre cum and smearing it all over my dick that right now is harder than granite. Jesus. I don’t think I have ever been this hard in my life. “That’s it, so good. I am going to coat your throat in my cum.” I thrust my hips, my cock jerking as I come all over my hand and stomach. My chest heaves as I fall back against the pillow. Fuck. I glance down at my body, my release staring back at me accusingly, as if it knows it is only there because of my forbidden thoughts.

Climbing off the bed, I move to my adjoined bathroom and clean myself up. I catch my reflection in the mirror, my face is flushed but my eyes seem brighter than they have in years and although I just jerked off to my stepdaughter, my mind is clearer too. I guess that’s what happens when you’re not jacked up on women and booze.

Moving back into my room, I pause when I hear footsteps on the stairs. Glancing at my Rolex, I check the time. It’s past midnight. Hmm, who is wandering around at this time of night? I doubt it’s Scarlett. As far as I know she takes a sleeping pill and is out like a light by ten p.m. most nights. So that leaves one person. Madison.

Pulling on some shorts, I stride to the door, pull it open and make my way down the hallway then the stairs. Straining my ears, I listen for any sound, smirking when I hear noise coming from the kitchen. Stepping inside, I smirk wider when I find her sitting at the counter, head down as she taps away on a laptop.

Standing on the threshold, I lean against the wall and watch her. In the dim light coming from the under cabinet lighting, she looks like a real-life angel as she chews her full bottom lip while concentrating on the screen in front of her.

Clicking a button, she grabs what looks to be a camera and plugs it into her computer with a cable. She waits a few minutes and I know that something must have changed on the screen because her eyes light up so brightly, they look ethereal. In the dark kitchen, they are like a beacon of light, beckoning me toward her. My legs move toward her of their own volition, the sound of my feet hitting the tiles, making her head snap up. Those gorgeous eyes land on me before trailing over my naked torso, and I can’t help but puff my chest out.

“What are you doing?” I close the distance between us, standing behind her so I can see what is on the screen.

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