All Chapters of ADDICTIVE LOVE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The morning was early. It was Wednesday. Lilian had slept in again. She knew the maids let her sleep on purpose. They definitely didn't want to get in her way. Not with the mood that she was in. As her eyes fluttered open she could hear the Chrysler leave the compound. Damian had gone to work. "Good riddance!" Lilian thought. The planet had enough assholes already. She was going to sleep in. She however got up and looked at her face in the mirror. The bruises had mostly healed, but the outlines were still very visible. She sighed and was about to head back to bed and soon heard a light knock on the door."Miss Mendez..."Lilian flung the door open and terribly startled the poor maid. She was lucky the door opened the opposite way, else she would have had a terrible concussion."Morning," Lilian said emotionlessly."Morning Miss Mendez. Mr. Richards asked that this be given to you."She handed her some folded clothes. She took them and gave a hasty thanks and shut the door. She really

Damian got dressed and lay on his bed, his head spinning. Was he angry that Lilian teased him? Yes, he was but it wasn't that big a deal. He looked at his watch. It was past 1. He looked out the window and saw that the sky was looking beautiful and bright. Maybe he would go on a stroll. He had been cooped up at home for a while and hadn't had a little leisure time. He got up and dressed properly. A pair of casual jeans and a black shirt would do perfectly. He asked the driver to prepare his BMW and that he was going into the countryside. He also asked the chef to prepare an early lunch for him–and Lilian. He was taking her along with him. She hadn't left his house for the past four months she had been his maid, except on days that he took her to work.It was settled. He was taking the she-devil out with him. The chef brought lunch for Damian and he took the other tray to Lilian who was surprised to have lunch brought to her so early. She however ate happily. She loved Antonio's cookin

Sunday was silent. The maids had Sundays off. Lilian and Damian were both in their rooms. Lilian had rummaged through his library again and was reading another book that caught her interest. Damian on the other hand was having a calming cigar and a whiskey. He had nothing really to do. He dropped the cigar and popped open his laptop. No email, no texts, nothing. Well, there were texts, just not reasonable ones. The e-mails he had were from his past play toys. There was one from Lisa, Xena, Yasmin, Chloé e.t.c.He rolled his eyes. What the hell did they want? He made it clear to them that he was done with them. They had served their purpose. They should have known by now that he didn't do feelings and love. He wasn't that type of man. He deleted their e-mails and for good measure, he blocked them. They were clogging up his inbox.He looked at his watch. It was past 9. He was always an early riser, even on Sundays. He called for the chef to prepare his breakfast and have it ready on the

Damian was in his room. His jaw hurt badly. Lilian had a mean right hook. She was out of control. His nose was bleeding a little less but his new shirt was stained with blood. He went to the freezer he had in his room and got an ice pack and placed it on his nose as he held his head back. He was in pain. He imagined how much pain he would have actually been in if her kick had connected with his balls. Instinctively, his hands went down there to cradle them. The thought of it already made his groin hurt slightly. He was still taking her to work. He wasn't sorry about anything he had done. She needed to learn respect and if that meant learning it the hard way, then so be it. He went to the bathroom cupboard and got out a bottle of aspirin and some spirit and plasters. He had looked in the mirror and saw a slight cut on his nose. What kind of woman gives head buts?! The cut stung as the spirit seeped into the wound. He took off his blood-stained shirt and threw it in the corner alongside

The night was quiet and soundless. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky. The moon's presence was replaced with millions of twinkling stars. The lock of Lilian's room turned and soon a gentle click of the door closing could barely be heard. Lilian opened her eyes slightly and a dark figure which stood in the corner caught her eye. She ignored it. It was probably just the shadow of a tree or something. She turned and continued to sleep peacefully. But then again, what would a tree be doing in her room? Soon she felt pressure on the e corner of her bed. She opened her eyes a little but didn't turn. Maybe it was just her imagination. Soon the pressure increased. She was now fully awake but dared not move. Was it a burglar or something? Soon she could feel the figure directly above her, it's warm breath on the back of her neck. She was frozen in a spot. She didn't know what to do. Soon a warm hand pushed her hair away from her neck. Lilian couldn't take it anymore. She pounced on the fi