The CEO's Addiction: In Love With My Boss.

Kathleen's pov.

"The cab just dropped me off, I'm climbing up to his apartment.."

"I'm happy you've arrived. Make sure you eat and take your pills. I put some in your handbag, hm?." My best friend Noelle said and I sighed.

"You're such a sweetheart, Noelle." I said, smiling. When I looked up at the front door, I said, "Okay, I have got to go. Take care of yourself." I ended the call and knocked lightly on the door.

I was surprised to see his door creaking open. How could he make such a mistake, huh? I grabbed the doorknob and pushed my bag in.

I was met with a bra hanging on the cushion, a woman's bag on the couch, and a man's tie at the edge of his stairs.

Okay, what's going on? I remembered yesterday that we spoke, and he didn't mention his sister coming back from London.

As I walked up the stairs, I could hear a loud moaning from his room. I followed the trail of littered clothes on the stairs to Noah's room.

I slowly opened the room and what hit me next made my mouth hang. Noah was banging a lady against the headboard in his bedroom, not just a lady but his fucking sister. I was still trying to get out of my shocked state when he turned,

"Jesus, Kat." He shouted and quickly grabbed a pillow to cover his nudity.

Tears were rolling down my eyes. Oh, I didn't want to cry in front of them. I sniffed and glared at both of them.

He started, "I...can explain..." I waved my hand in the air to keep him shut. "There's nothing to explain." I looked at his sister and then back at him, "Enjoy yourself."

Running down the stairs and carrying my luggage out of the house, I could hear him yelling my name from behind.

Luckily enough, a cab man pulled in front of me, I pushed my luggage in and climbed into the backseat. I turned to see Noah running out with a boxer on.

"Get me out of here!" I yelled at the cab man, who quickly drove off.

My tears were rushing non-stop throughout the drive. My thoughts rushing in and out, I clung to my heart as my mind kept replaying her moans, the way he banged her in his fucking room. He betrayed me, he lied to me and I fell for it. I hate him for his lies, I hate him for all he did to me. I hate him for all the pain he caused me.

"Ma'am, ahem..." The driver cleared his throat, breaking into my thoughts, "You didn't tell me where to drop you." The cab man was peeking at me from the rearview mirror.

"Bengaluru Airport.."

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Once on the plane, I couldn't seem to calm myself as much as I tried. A sixteen-hour flight to Seattle was the last thing I wanted to do on a bad day like this. I needed somewhere to cool my head or get a drink to relieve me of the nightmare.

Who would believe I had taken a surprise visit to see my boyfriend in India? That I gave up my time and energy to travel such a long distance to see my nightmare?

Having met with a more surprising package than I could ever imagine. He told me he was his sister. Have they been fucking all along? They should both go to hell. They are really disgusting.

But then, what do I tell Noelle? That the very one person I boasted of and given accolades of having a longer relationship with was cheating behind my back. I can't even let myself tell her that he cheated. I can't. She would end up ranting about how right she had been.

As I sat gazing endlessly through the window, waiting for the plane to take off, a deep male monotone voice tucked me out of my thoughts. I turned away to see crystal blue-piercing cold eyes looking at me.

"Any problem?" I asked the young man who had interrupted me.

"Miss. Could you please do me a favor by letting me sit beside the window?"

I looked at him strangely. As polite as he was, I couldn't bring myself to sit elsewhere.

"No."

I replied flatly and turned back to the window.

"Please?" He begged, and I snapped my head at him to bug off, but his beautiful sapphire eyes were pleading. I grabbed my handbag without a word and did as he pleaded.

~SHORTLY AFTER THE PLANE HAD TAKEN OFF.

I still couldn't stop thinking about Noah. How could he promise to marry me and end up breaking my heart? I've decided not to tell Noelle about him. Yes I can't.

I hit my head on the seat and closed my eyes. The plane was quiet, and my neighbor was sleeping. Most of the passengers were.

I heard my neighbor moaning in his sleep. I found it strange, but didn't open my eyes, but the noise from him intensified.

I slowly pecked at him, his eyes twitched, and he was frowning deeply, he looked like he was having a bad dream.

Fear clouded his face and he was shaking visibly. I ignored him and shut my eyes. But the way he was shaking right now, made me want to hold him. I watched him for a moment, and then slowly locked his hand with mine. His hand was soft and warm, it seemed to have worked as I could see his face was gradually coming back to normal and the noise dying down slowly.

He tensed up again but relaxed back on his seat. A few of the passengers were at this time stealing glances at us, but I tried to put up a smile, he snuggled his head up to my shoulder and finally slept off.

I seemed to put him at ease.

I tried to stay awake but couldn't. I was suddenly feeling the urge to pee. I sat up, looked at the sleeping man over my shoulder and quietly pushed his head back on his seat, stood up, and started walking through the aisle.

The flight attendant noticed my movement and stood up. "Any problem, miss?" She asked, calmly.

"Oh yes. I'm looking for a restroom." I replied to her.

She smiled and led me into the small toilet. She drew back the blue curtain while I pulled down my pants and quickly released my urine.

I cleaned up and flushed the toilet, just as I was zipping my jeans up, I noticed someone walking into the toilet, but before I could turn, his hands wrapped around my waist, touching the bare skin of my stomach, where my shirt had ridden up, feeling it could be a stalker, I jumped up, but the hands tightened around me.

"A little while please." I heard a low voice whisper into my ear. I could feel his warm breath through my ear. I let my eyes close as I basked in the feeling of his arms around me.

"I woke up immediately you left me." He mumbled. Hearing this from him, I snapped my head to look next to me, feeling my eyes widen as I looked at the man holding me.

He was absolutely breathtaking, he was quite large, looking almost comical in the tiny space in the toilet. His muscles strained against his black shirt and blue jeans, telling me that he must spend quite a lot in the gym.

He had chocolate brown hair, and dark blue eyes that drew me in and a jaw that could cut through paper. His lips were luscious and full, and I found myself unconsciously leaning in, imagining what my lips would feel like in his.

And then it clicked instantly, a stranger I just met a few minutes ago was holding me from behind like we were lovers. I pushed him away, not too hard, and walked off the toilet embarrassedly.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." I said to myself when I got back to my seat. I placed my hands on my face to try to cool down my burning cheeks,

What was I thinking? A few minutes back, I was sulking over my boyfriend's betrayal and here I am, letting another man touch me. I shut my eyes and growled deeply, trying to push out the thought that I had almost kissed a stranger in the toilet.

A clearing throat snapped me out of my trance and I opened my eyes to see the same man looking at me. He walked past me to his previous position back beside me.

"What's your name?" He asked, his voice was calm and soothing.

"Excuse me..."

"What's your name?" He repeated.

I didn't want to reply to him.

My life has pushed into a rough part lately, and I didn't want to entertain any more drama in my life.

"I'm Aiden smith." He introduced himself while I leaned back, not knowing how to respond to him. Among all the guys that I have seen or dated, I've never really felt too attracted to this one. I felt like I'd known him all my life.

My lips moved and the next words that came out of my mouth shocked him.

"Can you just shut up, please?." My voice came out rudely. I was stressed and didn't want to sound rude, so it was better I didn't talk to him. He felt a little shaken, he had an intense look on his face, but withdrew back to his seat slowly.

........HOURS LATER

I nuzzled myself deeper into the warmth and focused on the small fireworks traveling through me. It felt amazing.

I woke up feeling a heavy weight on my shoulder, my small bag scrunched down on my lap. I didn't need anyone to tell me I had been sleeping. I looked and found out the man was still sleeping soundly on my shoulder. He had his hand wrapped around me. That must be the fireworks I felt earlier. I slowly pushed his hand away and straightened up.

I dreamt. Oh, a weird dream, but it felt so real and awkward.

It was morning, the ray of sun from the window was shining brightly onto the plane. I checked my wristwatch and noticed the plane was going to land in 45 minutes. I ran my hands over my hair, carefully not to wake the handsome stranger. I didn't know I could act as if nothing happened in the toilet and how he snuggled his head up to my shoulder again was a misery.

In less than 20 minutes, passengers were trooping out of the plane. I tapped the stranger, trying to wake him up. He mumbled something I couldn't hear with his eyes firmly closed sleepily.

"Sir, we are the only ones on the plane, and I'm leaving." I said loudly and true to my word, we were last on the plane. The stewardesses were patiently waiting for us.

Finally, he opened his eyes, and removed his head from my shoulder. I stood up, struggling to pull out my carry-on from the overhead compartment. I grabbed the bag and pushed it over, then brought it down.

Quickly, I scampered out of the plane. I didn't want this creepy man to follow me. I was able to board a taxi to my apartment.

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I arrived home with no difficulty, dropped my bag and checked the entire apartment for Noelle. She wasn't home yet, so I lay on the bed and waited for her.

My head hurt from the long journey, and I needed a lot of rest. I opened my bag, grabbed out my towel and walked into the bathroom to freshen up. Once the water hit my skin, I felt relaxed and cool. Running water helps with relaxing my muscles. I spent quite a time getting myself clean.

I stepped out and wore Noelle's robe on me. I walked out of the shower to see Noelle, kissing a guy in the doorway. When the guy sprung her around, Noelle's eyes landed on me.

She quickly shoved the guy away and screamed, "Jesus, Kat. What're you doing back here?"

I stood and watched them without speaking. She turned to the stranger, "We'll have this some other time, I'm sorry." She whispered and pushed the guy out and closed the door. I folded my arms and watched her silently.

"The last time I checked, you were dragging your luggage into your boyfriend's apartment. Now, you just appeared back here like a ghost in my favorite bathrobe." She ranted, like it was no big deal bringing a stranger to my bedroom instead of hers.

I shook my head and let out a deep sigh, "I'm tired, Noelle. Can we talk about this later?" I asked and climbed on the bed without actually waiting for her answer. She mumbled inaudibly to herself and walked out of the room.

I relaxed my head on the headboard as I began thinking of what to tell Noelle again, that I had met my boyfriend fucking his sister in his bedroom, and took a late hour flight back immediately. I thought of a lie to tell, but none came to my restless mind.

I ended up rolling off to the other side of the bed.

I woke up with a slight headache and blearily stared blankly at the female figure in front of me. I knew right away it was Noelle.

"Elle," I mumbled.

The sweet fragrance coming from her made me scrutinize her very well. She was putting on a blue jumpsuit and her blue barrel bag was on top of the bed.

"Before I leave the house, I want to ask you a few questions..." She started, and I knew what she wanted to say, I shook my head at her to continue.

"Why are you back suddenly?"

Oops, here we go.

"He wasn't around when I came. I called, and he said he was going on a trip. He didn't leave a key behind, and he said the trip was going to take longer than expected." I lied smoothly.

She pouted her lips, not believing me, "And all the time you both spoke the day before yesterday, he didn't tell you?." She asked, looking at me skeptically. "Why am I not convinced?." She questioned me. I swallowed a big lump of spit and turned to the other side.

I heard her stand up to her feet, "I won't push you too hard to tell me." And that's the Noelle I know, she won't ask me again.

I turned back to her. "Where are you going?" I asked.

She smiled, "Got a rich nigga, and he asked me out for a drink."

I shake my head.

"Are you going with me?" She asked.

"Hell no." I coughed lightly and used my pillow to press my head on the bed.

"Suit yourself." I heard her mumble, and just when she took steps towards the door, I turned.

"Okay. I'm coming." I blurted, and a wide grin spread across her face.

~Aiden's POV.

What do you mean you can't find her?

Get the fuck out of my phone!

I threw the phone across the room, and it made a quick clash over the door.

"Second phone is broken. Nice one billionaire prince." Gavin said sarcastically.

"Oh shut up. Why can't they find her? I want to find her." I have repeated the same lines since he came.

"What has she done to you? Are you falling in love?" Teased Gavin.

"Gavin. If you know, you won't stand here unconcerned." I told him and sat down on the cushion. I breathed out and ran my hands over my hair, mumbling something inaudible to myself. It was as if she disappeared all of a sudden.

I felt a hand grab mine softly, the hand was warm. I looked up, pleased to see those shining violet eyes pecking into me. She blinked and smiled sweetly.

"Hey. Manny." Gavin shook my body and I went back to myself. There were no violet eyes, nor a soft hand placed on me, it was all in my head. Gavin was looking at me like I had gone mad. I found him looking at me, and his ugly hands were holding onto mine.

"You look lost." He said.

I quickly shoved his hands off me. "What are you doing? Yuck!." I flung my hands and glared at him. "Don't you get touchy with me again..." I warned him. He busted out laughing. I was this time glaring at him.

"You touched me first, but you know what, let's go get drunk man." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Maybe you might see her at the bar." He added, and my eyes perked up.

He scoffed at my quick response when he mentioned her and I said, "She's the only language I understand now." I told him, standing up and walking out of my office.

Kat's POV

BAR STAR.

Bar Star was filled to the brim today, it was really hard to find an empty seat. Some were drinking, some were dancing and some were doing both. And the music was so loud that at one time, I thought it was going to block my eardrum. I suddenly felt it was a bad idea. I could have been sleeping lonely in the comfort of my bed.

"Elle. This is a bad idea." I shouted, so she could hear me against the loud tune playing in the background.

"I know, right? Just as we were at college. Remember, you wouldn't like to miss any of these school parties."

I've been a party type, and it was really fun back then, but right now, I'm in no mood for parties.

"Please cheer up, I am going to dance," She told me while trying to get up, and I tucked her back into the seat.

"Are you serious? This is not part of the deal." I whispered into her ear.

"Join me if you can." She forcefully released the grip I had on her and danced herself to the dance floor.

"Bitch..." I cussed.

A man walked himself to her seat. He grinned, showing his set of brown teeth and his breath was awful. I scrunched up my nose in disgust, grabbed my purse, and walked away through the exit.

I felt the evening breeze sweep through me, making my hair flap up on my back. I loved it, it was cooler outside.

"Enjoying your evening?" A male voice asked from behind. I turned and smiled at whoever asked me the question. Standing beside me, with his hands tucked in his pants, I scrutinized him very well.

"You know, you could drink and forget your worries," he advised, and I scoffed.

Is he kidding me? Is he trying to ask me to drink and is using this lame tactic? Forget it, I think I might actually need a drink right now.

"Are you asking me out for a drink?" I asked.

He shrugged, and a smirk appeared at the corner of his lips, "If you say so"

I walked into the bar with this man. We sat in the bar seat while a young-looking bar guy attended to us.

"Vermouth..." I placed my order. He smiled and started mixing the drink.

"What's your name, pretty?" The stranger asked me.

"None of your business..." I snapped at him. A broad grin went across his lips and he placed his hand on the counter, turning his form to my side. I looked at his face, finding him familiar, but couldn't place where I had seen him.

The bartender dropped the cocktail glass in front of me. I picked it up to my nostrils and inhaled. "Nice mix-up." I mumbled and sipped a little.

"Feels good, right?" I heard him ask, and I shook my head at him.

"(It feels good)Se siente bien," I replied in Spanish.

He smiled and turned to the guy, "Sangria please..." He told the bar guy who walked away to mix his cocktail drink.

"I never thought you liked drinking this much..." He said, and I gave him a funny look, he said it as if we'd known each other for a long time. "I've been drinking since high school, what? Should I not? Am I a toddler?"

He quickly put his hands in the air, "No. It's fine." Shaking his head, "I have no problem with that."

I went back to gulping down the contents of the bottle. Don't mind me, blame it on Noah who ditched me for his sister.

He leaned forward and said, "You get more interesting every passing second,"

"I like you." He added, and I scoffed.

He looked at me like I had grown two heads. I don't think he expected my reaction to his statement.

I nodded to the bartender to get me another bottle before turning to look at him. My eyes met his, lips an inch apart, and my words hit him harder than he thought, "And then, play with my feelings, get under my pants and ditch me for another available slut," I listed out and instead of him feeling insulted, he busted out laughing.

I watched him laugh. This man seemed to laugh a lot.

"No... I mean you, yeah you're driving me crazy with those fucking hips and nice rounded boobs, but..."he paused, drawing closer to my face, "I think I've fallen for you and I will do everything in my power to make you mine"

My breath hitched, I felt hot inside and my hand found the bottle instead as I started to down everything into my belly.