Addicted

By K.G. Elaina

Will her love of sex outweigh her need for FOREVER with the man of her dreams?

 

When Amy and Bryce first met, their attraction was instant, and they quickly fell madly in love with each other. There is only one thing threatening to destroy their relationship: Amy's addiction to sex!

When Bryce demands that Amy gets the help she needs to overcome her addiction, Amy refuses, and Bryce breaks up with her. With Bryce now out of her life, will Amy continue her polyamorous lifestyle, or will she do whatever it takes to have forever with Bryce? Will she realize that getting help is the only way to save herself and her relationship with the one man who she cannot get enough of?

Get ready to fall in love with the characters in this sexy full-length novel! It is complete with no cliffhangers and an ending that will scream FOREVER MINE!

This book contains some erotica and is intended for mature audiences ONLY!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Awesome Wonder Publishers
• Release date: Aug 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393109037

K.G. Elaina

K.G. Elaina is a contemporary romance author of steamy novels with a happily ever after. When she is not writing, K.G. can be found reading, cooking, baking, or spending quality time with her family and friends. She lives in New Jersey with her family. 

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A Contemporary Romance Novel

K.G. Elaina

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CONTENTS

1  Chapter  1

2  Chapter  2

3  Chapter   3

4  Chapter  4

5  Chapter  5

6  Chapter  6

7  Chapter  7

8  Chapter  8

9  Chapter  9

10  Chapter  10

11  Chapter  11

12  Chapter  12

13  Chapter  13

14  Chapter  14

15  Chapter  15

16  Chapter  16

17  Chapter  17

18  Chapter  18

19  Chapter  19

20  Chapter  20

21  Chapter  21

22  Chapter  22

23  Chapter  23

24  Chapter  24

25  Chapter  25

26  Chapter  26

27  Chapter  27

28  Chapter  28

29  Chapter  29

30  Chapter  30

31  Chapter   31

32  Chapter  32

33  Chapter  33

34  Chapter  34

35  Chapter  35

36  Chapter  36

37  Chapter   37

38  Chapter   38

39  Chapter  39

40  Chapter  40

41  Chapter   41

42  Chapter  42

43  Chapter  43

44  Chapter  44

45  Chapter  45

46  Chapter  46

47  Chapter  47

48  Chapter  48

49  Chapter  49

50  Chapter  50

51  Chapter  51

52  Chapter  52

53  Chapter   53

54  Chapter  54

55  Chapter  55

56  Chapter  56

57  Chapter  57

58  Epilogue  58

Chapter One

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You did what?" asked Ashley in a feverish whisper, hardly able to believe what her best friend had just told her.

Calm down, will you? was the immediate response she received from Amy, the best friend who, up to a minute ago, she would have sworn she knew inside out but now realized that she probably didn’t know that well at all. 

Amy had just dropped a piece of news that was like a bombshell, at least, as far as Ashley was concerned. 

"If you want me to calm down, you had better explain to me how the hell you met someone two nights ago and had sex with him that same night. Are you out of your damn mind? 

Did you even consider how many STIs are out there? demanded Ashley, anxiously looking around her to ensure that they were not getting the attention of anyone else in the crowded restaurant. 

They had been walking back from the restaurant’s powder room when Ashley had asked Amy about James, the guy she had met two nights ago while grocery shopping. It was at that point that Amy had then casually told Ashley that she had slept with James but had decided not to see him again. 

Amy Goldman was with her four best friends for a fun night out. 

Less than half an hour before this conversation with Ashley, she had stepped into the dimly lit restaurant, looking around the crowded room for her friends as she had made her way to the bar, not sure whether they would be sitting at a table or still be at the bar. They had planned to meet at 8 o’clock, but it had been closer to nine when Amy had spotted her friends Ashley, Jade, Toby, and Carl sitting at the far side of the bar. A huge smile had lit up her face as she walked quickly toward them. 

Hi, y’all, she had greeted, while sliding unto the empty bar stool next to Carl. 

Well, good morning to you too, Jade had answered sarcastically. Of the five of them, Jade was the only one who was always early, and she was undoubtedly the most responsible one in the group. 

These four were the most important people in her life, and Amy felt very lucky to have them in it. They had been friends since their sophomore year in college when they had been put together in a group to work on a presentation for their Television Broadcasting class. They had all majored in communication studies in college and now all had jobs in different areas of media. 

Amy herself was currently working as a reporter and a weekend news anchor for a major television station in Boston. She occasionally did feature stories which would have been her favorite job function, had she not been a news anchor. 

At six feet, three inches tall, Carl was the tallest in the group and with his gray eyes and dark, slightly too long hair and Italian features, he looked like a GQ model and girls and women alike were always flirting with him, but he claimed to very rarely sleep with any of them because he was ‘waiting for the right woman to come along,’ he always said. 

Toby was the next tallest among them at six feet tall, but with his short brown hair, hazel eyes, and slightly crooked nose from it being broken during a football practice when he was a junior in college, he looked very different from Carl but was also quite handsome in an unconventional way.

Jade was a short redhead of five feet two inches tall but with her green eyes, heart-shaped face and hourglass figure, she was very beautiful, and men often asked for her number when she passed them on the street. 

Ashley was a natural blonde and she wore her curly hair short, the ends barely touching her shoulders when she wore it down. 

Amy’s brown hair was naturally straight and was so dark that people often thought it was black when they saw her from a distance. She wore it long and when she wore it down, like it was tonight, it lay smooth and silky down her back, stopping just above her narrow waist. 

Both Ashley and Amy had delicate features with straight noses and high cheekbones, but at five feet eight inches tall, Amy was three inches taller than Ashley, and while Ashley was now a little on the plump side, as a result of her recent pregnancy, Amy was slender and felt blessed to have naturally big breasts and a firm, nicely proportioned derriere, and, because of her height, her legs were tall enough that they seemed to go on forever. 

She was stunningly beautiful and often dressed sexy enough to highlight her incredible figure when she was not working, a look that Jade had dubbed her ‘slutty look’. Ashley’s eyes were blue while Amy’s was a slightly darker shade of green than Jade’s.

Tonight, Amy was dressed in a strapless black dress that stopped mid-thigh with four-inch red pumps. She had bought the dress the week before and had chosen it for tonight’s outing because she loved how it clung to her slender curves and emphasized her assets and with her push-up bra, her double D-sized breasts were threatening to spill over the top of the dress.

Ashley and Toby had already been dating when they were placed in the group and had gotten married less than two years after their graduation from college. 

A year later, they had had their only child to date, a beautiful miniature of Ashley they had named Melissa, who was now three years old. 

They often teased the others about finding partners too and sometimes even tried their hand at matchmaking, which usually didn’t work out well. 

Jade had recently started dating a hotel magnate and things were heating up quite nicely between them, but because he was often away on business, Jade had already started complaining that they were not spending enough time together. 

Amy and Carl were therefore currently the only two single individuals in the group. While she occasionally shared some of her sexual experiences with her friends, they did not know the full extent of the lifestyle she had adopted. 

She had always been too uncertain of how they would react if she were to inform them of the sexual activities in which she often engaged in, sometimes with virtual strangers. 

Even though she has refused to analyze her reasons for keeping her lifestyle from her friends for years, she knew that deep down she was afraid that they would reject her if they knew. She was not at all sure whether they would remain loyal to her and still be there for her, so she had chosen to keep that part of her life a secret from them.

Ashley had gotten up to give Amy a brief hug before she could perch her bottom on the stool next to Carl, Toby had looked at her and smiled knowingly, while

Carl, being as smart-mouthed as Jade, had exclaimed, So nice of you to finally join us, Your Highness.

They had all laughed and Amy had playfully punched him on the arm. 

Yes, I am happy that I was able to make it too. I was busy tending to my royal subjects, Amy had saucily replied. 

They had all chuckled again before the bartender had come over to take Amy’s order. 

They had stayed at the bar for a few more minutes, while the ladies had nursed their bottles of Smirnoff Ice and the men had nursed their Guinness, before making their way to the table that had been reserved for them. 

Before sitting down, Amy had declared that she needed to use the restroom and Ashley had decided to go with her, clearly wanting to know what had delayed Amy earlier. 

While they had headed for the bathroom, Amy had told Ashley that she had received an unexpected call from her mother, which had caused her to be late joining them. It was while they were returning to their table that Amy had dumped the horrifying news to Ashley, who was clearly not pleased to hear it. 

Ashley, can we please talk more about this tomorrow? The others are looking at us and you know that if we keep talking, they will demand to know about the riveting conversation we were having when we return to the table. 

Okay, fine, muttered Ashley, with a long-suffering sigh. But you will have to tell me what the hell is going on with you. 

Amy was so relieved that her best friend was willing to drop the subject for now that she grabbed her face and kissed her swiftly on the cheek.

Ouch! said Ashley, pretending to squat Amy’s hands away while laughing. 

You must be hiding something really dirty why you are so relieved that I am letting you off the hook for now. 

Amy let go of her friend and rolled her eyes jokingly, walking ahead toward their table as she told Ashley how much she hated the fact that they knew each other so well. 

A waiter came over as soon as they were seated and took their orders. Since they were regulars at the restaurant, the waiter serving them usually knew what they wanted but this waiter seemed to be new because they had never met her before. 

This restaurant was their favorite in all of Boston and they enjoyed the delicious food it offered as often as they could, even if they did not always go there together. The service was also excellent, and they always gave a big tip to their waiter when they dined there. 

So, Amy, began Jade, you never told me how the other night went with Mr. Handsome Blonde.

At the mention of her name, Amy glanced up inquiringly from the bowl of bread sticks she had been about to dig into.

And what blonde guy would that be? she asked, looking over at her friend.

The one you met at the coffee shop in Cambridge a couple weeks ago, answered Jade.

Amy almost rolled her eyes again as she thought

‘Damn it Jade, not you too!’ but then she looked at Ashley who was smiling knowingly and decided to focus on Jade’s question instead. 

When she remembered the tall, blonde and sexy hunk who she had enjoyed having sex with two weeks ago, she smiled widely at her friend. 

Oh, yeah, we went out that night, like I told you, but I haven’t seen or spoken to him since.

Okay, said Jade, emphasizing the ‘o’. So why do you have that huge grin on your face?

Because we had a good time together, but that’s all, replied Amy.

Are you sure that’s all? asked Ashley.

Of course, I’m sure. I don’t want to have a long-term relationship with anyone right now, you know that.

That’s what you keep saying, but—- before Ashley could finish her statement, they were interrupted by the waiter’s arrival with their meals. 

Thank you, they each said as their respective plate was placed in front of each of them.

As soon as the waiter left, Toby and Carl dug into their meals, while Ashley meaningfully cleared her throat.

As I was saying—- she began, but Jade cut her off. Let’s just enjoy the food before we go into all the gory details about Amy’s sex-crazed love life, shall we? and the men grunted in agreement, while Amy breathed a silent sigh of relief. And with that, the ladies followed suit by digging into their meals also.

Chapter Two

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The waiter cleared their table and took their dessert order, but Amy declared that she was too full for dessert and she excused herself to go back to the restroom so she could freshen her makeup. She didn’t really need to use the restroom, but just wanted some space from the others to compose herself.

She hated talking to anyone, even her closest friends, about her sex life because she was aware that she had had more sexual partners than many women ever would in their entire lifetime, and she was afraid of being judged by anyone, but most especially, by the people she loved most. 

As she made her way to the restroom, she remembered the conversations she had had with Ashley, then Jade, earlier, and she knew they would all have more questions about Mr. Handsome Blonde when she returned to their table. 

As she thought about how she would answer some of those questions, she couldn’t help but reflect on her introduction to sex as her mind went back to a long ago night fourteen years earlier and, not for the first time, Amy wondered if that had contributed to her being the sex-crazed woman that Jade had jokingly said she was. 

The warm night air had been blowing in through the windows as Amy, then thirteen years old, had entered the bedroom that she would be sleeping in for the next three nights. She had been at her uncle’s house because her mother, Marilyn, had been away on a business trip. 

Marilyn had recently been promoted to the position of chief foreign correspondent after working as a journalist for ten years at one of the leading television stations in the Boston, Massachusetts area. 

She had been on assignment in South Africa to cover an expected unrest in the nation’s largest city, Johannesburg. She had left that morning for the airport, shortly after seeing Amy off to school on the bus that had picked her up at eight o’clock on school mornings.

Her mother had been very happy with her new position and had decided that Amy would stay either at her grandparents’ home in the upscale neighborhood of West Medford, or with her uncle Travis, whenever she went away on assignment. 

Amy’s uncle, Travis, had also lived in her hometown of Brookline, an affluent college town with a large Jewish population. 

During this trip, Amy had been staying with her uncle and his family while Marilyn had been away on assignment because her retired grandparents had been vacationing on a Mediterranean cruise. 

Marilyn had told Amy that she had accidentally gotten pregnant during her last semester of college when she had a one-night stand with a guy who she had met at a bar. According to Marilyn, she had been out drinking with friends when she had gotten drunk and met an older man, whom she had thought was a nice guy at the time. 

Feeling groggy and disoriented, she had allowed him to take her to his apartment that night, something Marilyn, who had been a virgin at the time, would have never dreamt of doing had she been sober. 

After ending her reckless night with almost non-stop lovemaking with the stranger she knew only as Brad, Marilyn had awoken the following morning to find herself alone in a large four-poster bed with only the indentation in the pillow beside hers to indicate that someone else had slept in the bed with her.

Feeling sick and sore in places she hadn’t wanted to think about, Marilyn had left the comfortable bed to find a note on top of her clothes, which were neatly folded on a chair. 

In the note, Brad had explained that while he had enjoyed their passionate night together, he was in a ‘committed’ relationship with someone else and so she should see herself out of his apartment as soon as she woke up. 

After asking about her father for many years and Marilyn refusing to divulge any meaningful information about him to Amy, her mother had finally relented when Amy had turned eleven, telling Amy that she was now old enough to know the truth.

Amy’s hope of someday meeting her father had been dashed when her mother had finally told her the truth of her conception.

Before that day, Marilyn had only told Amy that he lived far, far away, and was unable to call or visit them. 

Until that day, Amy had always imagined that her father was in jail and that one day, he would be released and would come home to her and her mother, and they would live together as a happy family.

Even though Marilyn dated occasionally, Amy was pretty certain that the guys never spent the night at their house, and her mother was always at home to tuck her into bed. 

Amy believed that Marilyn had been comforted through the years by the fact that her only sibling lived five minutes away from them and because the two of them had a very close relationship, they were always there to support each other. Plus, Amy’s grandparents lived only about a half hour drive away. 

Though her uncle and his family lived close by and Amy knew he spoke to Marilyn on the phone almost every day, she never saw her uncle much, except during major holidays such as Thanksgiving and Christmas. Amy didn’t even know her sixteen-year-old cousin, Marlon, as well as she would like. 

Amy had had a fun evening with her relatives, which had started with a delicious meal of baked chicken, yellow rice, roasted potatoes, and broccoli, and had ended with a game of cards. Amy was glad that she didn’t have school the following day, Saturday, and she had been allowed to stay up later than her mother would have allowed her to. 

She went into the en-suite bathroom and brushed out her long dark brown hair then piled it up on top of her head into a messy ponytail, using one of the two rubber bands she always kept on her wrists.

She had then washed her face and brushed her teeth before changing into her pink cotton pajamas.

After crawling into the queen-sized bed, Amy had lain staring at the ceiling for a few minutes and was just dozing off when she heard the door to her bedroom open. 

She decided to feign sleep and quickly closed her eyes, hoping that whichever of her relatives had come to check on her would go quietly away if they thought she was sleeping. 

She could hear the footsteps of the intruder as the person came closer to the bed. She felt a hand lightly touch her shoulder and tensed before her uncle softly asked if she was awake.

She opened her eyes and tried to focus on his lean face in the darkness.   Hi Uncle Travis. What’s up? Amy, I just wanted to check on you to make sure you were settled in okay for the night.

Yes, I am fine, uncle. There is soap and clean towels in the bathroom, so I’m good.

At five feet nine inches tall, her uncle was on the short side with a slight pooch to his belly. He was very muscular, however, and Amy knew he worked out a lot because she had often heard her mother say she would join him at the gym one of these days, though that never happened. He had short blonde hair and was quite handsome with a straight nose, square jaw and even, white teeth. 

Amy,’ said her uncle again, You have grown into a lovely young lady..."

A lovely young lady? interrupted Amy, wondering what why he was calling her a young lady when she had only recently become a teenager. 

Yes, and I have a few questions to ask you.

Can’t it wait until tomorrow, Uncle Travis? I’m really tired and want to go to sleep now.

No, I am afraid these questions cannot wait, continued Travis. 

Amy, have any boys touched you before?

In a desperate panic, Amy forced her mind to return to the present as she tried to block out the rest of the painful encounter she had experienced that night. She never, ever allowed her mind to drift back to that dreadful experience as she physically felt sick whenever she thought about it.

She was still angry and disgusted by the fact that her uncle had sexually assaulted her that night. Even worse, she had had no one to protect her at the time and so he had continued to abuse her at every opportunity he got for the next two years. She had been forcibly introduced to sex when she had still been a child and she didn’t think she would ever be able to forgive Travis for betraying her trust so completely. In fact, he had not only betrayed Amy’s trust in him that night, but he and Marilyn had also unknowingly taught her that those you loved and trusted could turn their backs on you in a second.  

He had ruined life for her as she had known it and she often felt like exacting vengeance on him. However, the sane part of her brain always quickly dismissed that thought, always telling herself that if there was truly a God, her uncle would eventually be punished through some sort of divine intervention on her behalf. 

As she struggled to push the memories back to the far recesses of her mind, she remembered that when she had drifted off to sleep that night, the only thought that had consumed her was that her life would never be the same again.

Chapter Three

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Amy was brought fully back to the present from her walk down memory lane when, on her way back from the restroom, she bumped into a hard object and had to reach out and grab the obstacle to break her fall. Her hand connected with a firm, muscular chest. The contact caused small tingles to run from her fingers all the way up her arm, and Amy quickly removed her hand from the chest and stepped back a little.

The man in front of her was so tall that Amy had to tilt her head backwards so that she could see his face clearly. When she looked up, her gaze travelled over a perfectly sculpted chin, high cheekbones, and a long straight nose before colliding with the bluest set of eyes she had ever seen. His eyes were the color of the deepest part of the ocean, and Amy felt so riveted by their intensity that she heard, more than saw, him swallow. 

As they gazed at each other, Amy felt like she was drowning as his eyes seemed to pull her in like a wave swooping her up and washing her away from the safety of the shore and taking her into the depths of the sea. She had to force herself to lower her eyes from his so she could check out the rest of his body. 

As Amy’s eyes wandered over his face, her first thought was that he was handsome, but she quickly changed that perception to drop-dead gorgeous. He and Carl are about the same height, she mused to herself, as she stood there looking him up and down. His straight nose was perfectly complemented by a strong, firm jawline. 

She noticed that a lock of his short black hair kept falling unto his forehead, watching as long, elegant fingers pushed it impatiently out of the way. He had a dark, almost exotic look, which spoke of his European ancestry. As his lips parted into a slow smile, Amy also noticed that his teeth were radiantly white and perfectly even. Wow! Amy thought to herself, what a gorgeous specimen he is!

Amy realized that he seemed just as speechless as she was. After another few seconds of them just standing there admiring each other, Amy decided it was time to break the ice, Hi, she said, smiling as she greeted him.

Hi, he replied, returning her smile so that his beautiful teeth were on display again. 

Well, if you will excuse me—-, said Amy reluctantly, making it quite obvious that she did not want to be excused. 

He continued to look at her without saying anything and so Amy turned her back to him and took a step in the direction of her table. As she started moving away from him, he seemed to come out of his trance as he suddenly grabbed her upper arm and said, Wait! I’m sorry for not introducing myself. I’m Bryce, and you are?

I’m Amy, she replied. 

Hi again, Amy, he said, briefly flashing his heart-stopping smile again. He must pick up a lot of women with that smile, thought Amy, returning it as she slowly shook his outstretched hand. As their hands met, Amy again felt another surprising tingle run all the way up her arm and across her shoulders. The warmth of his hand was like an electric shock to her and she almost dropped it rudely in her surprise.

Are you here with anyone? Amy asked, believing that the direct approach was always the best one to take when you met a man you were interested in sleeping with. 

I was here with a colleague, but she left a few minutes ago, he stated.

Okay, said Amy, in that case, would you like to grab a drink at the bar?

His eyes crinkled at the corners as they lit up, reflecting the smile forming on his lips. With the smile confirming his agreement, Amy released the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, even before he responded, Yes, sure, why not?

They made their way to the bar, and after they placed their orders with the bartender, they started talking again. Amy learned that he was living in East Cambridge and was a professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, also known as MIT. He was thirty-five years old and had