Sweet Addiction

Aaron gazed at her, simply speechless at her choice of words.

He'd never met someone so full of herself.

"Irene, Jonny has left you," he said as slowly as he could, with hopes that these words could resonate in her mind. "But I...I can consider making you my girlfriend–"

Bang!

Before he could finish, Irene collapsed into his lap in a pale drunken mess.

Aaron scrunched his nose, looking at the half can of beer she was holding and his already drenched trousers, coated by her saliva. He found himself regretting not listening to Jackson.

He carried her carefully back to the car. Without warning, he opened the rear door and threw her in. In shock, Carl Cheng didn't have time to move, making Irene's head hit his vital part of the body. "Shit!" he cursed, wincing. "Do you want to kill me, man?"

Aaron snorted. "The least you can do is stay still. With how many women you were flirting with, it'd be better if that thing was cut off."

Carl smiled peevishly, pushing Irene's head away. "For a guy, you're pretty stiff. I'm simply comforting them, not flirting."

Aaron didn't bother to respond to his words. Instead, he turned to Jackson. "To the Caesar Hotel."

Before Jackson started the car, he stared at Aaron seriously. "I still hope you'll consider this. You can play with the woman, but if you're really serious with this...you'll be in trouble."

the cold-hearted idiot he seems to be. Even if he gets hurt in the end, isn't that better than being so

turned away. "Just

Aaron before sighing and starting the car. They'd been friends for more than ten years,

face was always guarded, and what

at the Caesar Hotel, Aaron asked them to go back home before turning inside with Irene

was the

a total wild card. Who

In the hotel,

directly into the room. Once they arrived, he set her on the sofa and casted a stern glance

worth it for

heard him, she quickly sprung up from her

hair, she could see

blinked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. Was she that hurt that all she was seeing was an imaginary man to fill the void

just as confused as she was. "Are you all right?" he

lips. He'd

up, walking towards him and swaying her hips as sexily as she could. She grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to her face. "Hey, handsome,"

nose. He could smell alcohol on

"I...

a woman, I can

Aaron would've slapped a woman outright for suggesting such a thing. However, this was Irene. She