Page 76 of Addicted

I was addicted, and the withdrawal was a bitch.

When I finally pulled through the gates of the estate, I felt myself relax. Home. This was truly home now. Not because of the house or the property or the luxury, but because Indie was here.

I parked in the driveway and grabbed my keys, then headed inside.

The house was quiet except for the faint sound of voices coming from the game room. I walked in that direction and found Indie and Ishmael sitting on the couch, controllers in their hands, playing some racing game on the big screen.

Indie commanded my attention without even trying. She was wearing black leggings and a cropped white tank top with her hair thrown up, her face bare. No effort, no extras, and she still had me locked in.

I walked over to the couch and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips. She didn’t kiss me back. Just sat there with her lips pressed together, her eyes on the screen.

Ishmael laughed. “Damn, sis. You really mad at him, huh?”

Indie cut her eyes at me. “Yeah. I am.”

I smirked. She was cute when she was mad.

“I need to show you something,” I said.

Indie looked at me warily, like I was about to piss her off even more. “What?” she asked.

“Come on,” I said, holding out my hand.

She sighed heavily, like I was asking her to walk to her execution, then set down the controller and stood up.

“I’ll be back, Ish,” she said.

“Aight,” he said, still laughing.

I led Indie out of the game room. As soon as we were out of Ishmael’s sight, I pushed her up against the wall. She gasped, her eyes going wide.

I gripped her face in my hand, forcing her to look at me.

“You mad at daddy?” I asked, my voice low.

Indie rolled her eyes. “I thought you had something to show me.”

I stared at her, my expression cold.

“I ain’t showing you shit unless you stop trippin’,” I said. “Give me a kiss and act like you missed a nigga.”

Indie kissed her teeth.

“Fuck you,daddy,” she said, emphasizing the nickname.

My grip on her face tightened, but she didn’t cower. Stubborn ass. I chuckled, then captured her lips in a kiss. She tried to resist at first, keeping her lips pressed together, but I didn’t stop.

I kissed her deeper, harder, until she finally gave in and kissed me back. Her lips parted and her tongue met mine, and I groaned into her mouth.

Fuck, I missed this. I missedher.

When I finally pulled back, I smirked at her. “That’s better,” I said.

She glared at me, but I could see the heat in her eyes. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

I took her hand and started leading her down the hall.

“Where are we going?” she asked.