His Beautiful Addiction

Diana stared at herself for the millionth time in the mirror; Michael was coming over to her house for the first time. He had come before, the night of the dinner, but this was the first time he was actually coming inside her house. She made sure Mary cleaned the place over and over again, even when it was thoroughly clean.

She prepared lunch this time since Michael was going to eat it. Even though she had warned herself a thousand times over from falling in the same pit over and over again, she couldn\'t help it with him. It made her happy to see him laugh or smile so she stopped beating herself about it.

She had told Mary to go home to her family for the day or two, it was petty but she was already shameless. She wasn\'t imagining anything but she didn\'t want any disturbance.

He said he would be there by three but he hadn\'t arrived yet by twenty minutes past three. Diana didn\'t want to seem like a clingy person, so she held herself from calling him. Finally, he drove into her compound.

She counted to ten before she walked outside like she had not been peering at the clock all day;

\'\'Hi, sorry I\'m late; there was traffic. \'\'

Michael apologized as he stepped out of the car.

\'\'Okay, no problem, welcome \'\' She beamed at him; \'\'it\'s cold, let\'s go in. \'\'

They walked in and Michael admired her house;

\'\'Your home is beautiful; \'\' he complimented as she offered him a seat;

\'\'thank you, let me get you something warm to drink, it\'s very cold. \'\' Diana smiled at him going to the kitchen, she made hot tea.

\'\'My friends wanted to come to see you; they are huge fans of yours. \'\' Michael said as he sipped the tea in his hands,

\'\'Really? You should have brought them along!\'\' Diana groaned, although she was happy that it was just the both of them, she would have loved to see his friends and know the side of him she was not seeing.

\'\'Maybe next time, I wanted to ask you first. \'\'

\'okay, maybe next time. I made dinner, let\'s eat, was waiting for you. \'\'

She quickly heated the food in the microwave and placed it on the table;

\'\'Did you make these yourself?\'\'

Michael asked as he took a spoonful of the food.

Her eyes peeked at him in excitement; she wasn\'t the best cook but she made sure she did her best today. She wanted to create a good impression;

\'\'Yes, how is it? \'\'

Michael smiled; \'\'Tastes great. \'\'

A grin washed her lips, \'\'thank you. \'\' 

Just watching him eat her food made her so happy. He wasn\'t even acting as though he was just coming to her house for the first time. He was so damn relaxed and it made her glad.

\'\'Just watched your movie, \'\'Six days in Las Vegas. \'\'

Michael said halfway into the meal;

\'\'Oh my god!! \'\' Diana burst out laughing; \'\'tell me that\'s a lie. \'\'

Although she had not shot a real sex scene before, she had done X-rated scenes, and Six days in Las Vegas had a lot of them.

\'\'You have a nice body.\'\'

Michael added, not lifting his eyes from his food; \'\'and you are a good kisser. \'\'

Diana\'s face flushed red; \'\'oh god, let\'s not talk about it! \'\'

Almost everyone in the US has watched the movie but hearing Michael say he had watched it, made her feel embarrassed.

\'\'And you\'re a good actress too, give yourself more credit, okay? \'\'

He finally looked at her, and Diana swallowed as his eyes locked in hers, she quickly looked down at her food. Now she thought about it, most men didn\'t take actresses seriously, was he one of them?

She had never thought about his views on actresses in the entertainment industry, what if he didn\'t like them?

\'\'you have a stain on your lips… \'\' Michael said, wiping the side of her lips with a tissue, and pulling her out of her thoughts;

\'\'Thank you \'\'

They ate quietly now, only the sound of cutlery was heard. 

\'\'How many of my movies have you seen? \'\' Diana asked after a long while;

Michael thought; \'\'Almost all. \'\'

She felt a blush creep up on her cheeks at his words.

\'\'Uh, as a friend, it\'s natural for me to watch all your movies, \'\' Michael quickly added when he realized that he had sounded a little too attentive.

Diana dug into her food; he was a CEO; if he had seen a lot of her movies. It meant that he actually took out time to do so because he had little time for rest. Even though he tried to correct the impression, she couldn\'t help but feel special.

\'\'how many girlfriends have you had? \'\' Diana asked, starting another conversation;

Michael smirked; \'\'you don\'t want to know. \'\'

\'\'I want to. \'\'

Michael watched her for a second; he could have easily lied, but he didn\'t know why he wanted to tell her the truth.

\'\'I\'ve had about eleven, but I\'ve slept with a lot more. \'\'

\'\'Wow, that\'s quite a number. \'\' Diana laughed;

\'\'The ones you\'ve slept with, one night stands? \'\'

It was personal but she couldn\'t help but pry.

Michael dropped his cutlery and wiped the side of his mouth with a tissue;

\'\'I\'ve told you before, I don\'t do one night stands. \'\'

Diana frowned with confusion;

\'\'if they weren\'t your girlfriends and they weren\'t one night stands, how then did you sleep with them, do you hire sex workers? \'\'

Her tone wasn\'t judgmental, he already told her he wasn\'t a gentleman, and he had slept with over eleven women there was nothing that would amaze her.

Michael laughed; \'\'no, no, not a sex worker, more like friends with benefits, no feelings attached. \'\'

\'\'Oh… \'\' Diana nodded. Drinking from her glass of water, she imagined them doing that, having sex with no feelings attached, but she wasn\'t sure it was even possible. Someone like her was sure to fall for him if they did that.