His Beautiful Addiction

"You didn't do anything, but with how red your cheeks are, you're making me think you actually did something dirty. Tell me, where we doing the do in your dream?" Michael asked with a grin, and Diana's face reddened, she picked a pillow and threw at him.

He laughed as he caught the pillow with his hands,

"Oh, so we were doing it, ha ha, tell me, how was I, you woke up with a start, was I too big?"

Diana stoned him another pillow, 

"Bi... Big what?"

Diana couldn't belive this was the man shivering like a wet dog this morning.

"I just got a dream where you saw me in the shower that's all." Well it was an R rated dream, but it was a better explanation to what she actually dreamt about.

"Oh so that was it."

"Yes, so stop smirking mischievously and come have something to eat, you have medicines to take."

She stood up and walked towards the door, 

Diana heaved a sigh of relief. 

At least she didn't disgrace herself.

Michael stood up from the bed, following after her, a wide grin on his lips. 

This woman was so much fun.

…

Diana sat in front of the two, her father and her soon to be step-mother, even though it's been months already, she still couldn't get over the fact that this man right here, the man she grew up thinking was perfect, the man she wanted to be like, the man she wanted her children to be like actually cheated on her mom.

It still sent shills running down her spine whenever she thought about it.

The butler filled her glass and she took a sip but it tasted bland on her tongue.

Could they not just get married without involving her?

Her eyes shifted to Michelle who was sitting beside her father.

Even if she wanted to cheat on her husband, must it be with his sister's husband?

Couldn't she choose among a billion other men roaming the planet?

Her eyes scanned her body and she looked noticeably lean, but Diana did not feel any pity for her. She was fine when her husband was alive and now he was dead she wants to act as though she could not live without her father.

If she thought looking this distressed would move her, she should cut it because it was making her angry the more.

Diana felt Richard's hand hold her leg under the table bringing her back to her senses.

Right, she was here to tell them she had forgiven them.

Diana swallowed and her eyes fell on her food, she didn't think it would be this hard.

This was her father's villa. Maybe they were planning to move in here after they got married.

It was beautiful and calm, and it had a big pool at the backyard, she had been here before... they had been here before.

Diana felt bile rise up her tongue, never in her life, did she imagine that she would one day come here and see her father with another woman.

Her hands clasped around her cutlery as she tried to swallow the food that she filled her mouth with. 

She wished it would end soon. 

After the meal, the 'family' sat in the living room and they watched TV.

After a while, Michelle stood up with a smile and turned to them,

"Does anyone care for dessert?"

Richard and Charles nodded in affirmative but Diana didn't speak.

"Diana, do you want some cake?"

She should have just minded her business…

Diana thought as her eyes flashed at her but just when she was about to reply, Richard beat her to it.

"Diana is watching her weight, she doesn't eat cakes, mom."

He smiled and turned to Diana,

"right, Diana?"

Her gaze fluttered and she nodded, "yeah."

"Alright then," Michelle said and walked away.

Diana's eyes turned back to the TV and she scoffed within herself. She already knew the way around the house.

Maybe he already brought her here in the past, or she was already staying with him, and just needed her to give them a go_ahead for them to make it official.

Michelle returned with a tray of cakes and she gave to Charles and Richard.

"I got a glass of juice for you."

Diana nodded slightly but her eyes did not look at the contents of the glass not to talk of drinking it.

They weren't friends, she destroyed her family, she shouldn't try to be friends with her.

After Michelle sat back down beside Charles, he cleared his throat.

"Diana," he called trying to get her attention.

Her eyes shifted to him, and she tried her best not to frown.

"I know I've hurt you so much that you don't want to look at me anymore. I've been a bad dad to you and I know it.

I'm truly sorry. I was so glad when I heard you forgave us."

He said, holding Michelle's hand,

"Thank you."

Charles smiled but Diana's face was blank. She didn't even respond.

When Michelle saw she wasn't going to say anything she spoke,

"Diana, I promise I'll never do anything to hurt you again. I'm really glad you forgave us and support us being together. Thank you so much."

Richard stretched his hand and tapped Diana.

She smiled.

"You're welcome. You both make a nice couple, and I wish you luck and happiness in your marriage."

"Thank you so much. Thank you."

Her father smiled, and she nodded.

Finally it was over. She could leave now. The air had been so stuffy, she just wanted to stand up and run out.

Looking at her time, Diana sighed,

"oh, Dad, I have to leave now. I have a meeting with someone, Richard take care of them okay?"

Richard nodded and stood up after her,

"Have a safe trip."

Michelle said and Diana forced a smile, waving at them, she walked out the front door.

When she was meters away from the house, Richard held her hand,

"Thank…"

"shh… I don't want to hear it, just get my documents ready by Monday."

She pried her hand from him and entered her car.

Richard put his hands into his pocket and a sigh left his lips.

He knew the shares weren't what made her come, as he watched her drive away, he wondered what changed her mind.

Diana's hands clasped around the steering as her eyes stared forward. She had been holding in her pain and tears but now she was no longer in the house, they all rushed to the surface.

She bit her lower lip as tears fell from her eyes,

It hurt so much. 

She tried to breathe but the air was stuffy and finally when she couldn't take it anymore, she stopped the car by the roadside.

Silent cries left her lips as she bent against the steering.

What she wanted most right now was someone to hug her and tell her everything was going to be fine.

Just as she thought about it, her phone rang in her bag.

Taking it out, her eyes flashed on the name and she swiped and picked the call.

Before Michael could say anything, her muffled cries filled his ears,

"Diana, what's wrong?"

He asked worriedly, he had never heard her cry before.

Diana hiccupped,

"Baby,… I'm not fine."