Addiction

Katya

The doorbell was a rude awakening from a weird dream.

I opened my eyes to the sunlight streaming through the blinds, and released the pillow which I had hugged all through the night.

The doorbell rang again, followed by the loud ringtone of my phone on the nightstand.

My fingers fumbled out of the duvet and reached for the phone, my sleepy eyes clearing the moment I saw my son's picture flashing across the screen.

Clearing my throat, I sat up abruptly and swiped against the screen.

"Hey..." I started to say, but a deep voice which had found its way to my dreams and instilled erotic fantasies to my mind sounded over the phone.

"We are in front of your door, Katya."

Any other remnant of sleep cleared immediately, and I thought of what to reply when he hung up.

Rude bastard.

Even in my dreams, he had been commanding, his deep baritone muttering words to me as he took me hard. And rough.

I must be out of my mind.

With one glance at the jacket which I had held close to my nostrils