His Beautiful Addiction

She pouted as she stared at the ceiling, maybe he wasn't used to saying those kinds of things.

Besides she didn't need him to say it before she knew he loved her. He had shown it in every way possible.

Nodding to herself, she closed her eyes to sleep.

The next day, Diana woke up early, and the first thing she did was call Michael.

He didn't pick up, so she thought he was sleeping and so she sent him a text.

'hey babe, good morning, I figured you might still be asleep, don't want to wake you up. I'm going for an important event today, will call you when I come back.'

She smiled and dropped her phone, going off to shower. When she finished dressing up, Michael hadn't replied her message, her brows creased with worry as she looked up at the time, it was past ten, was he still asleep?

She tried calling again but he wasn't picking and she became worried.

The meeting was ending by 1pm, she would stop by his house immediately after.

Throughout the meeting she wasn't herself and the moment it ended, she was the first person to hop out of the room.

Quickly, she drove to his place. On the way she stopped by a pharmacy shop and bought some meds, fever reducers and pain reliefs.

When she got to his house, she walked in.

"Michael?" she called as she walked towards his room.

Caesar was lying in front of his door and when he saw her, he stood up from the ground and stared at her as though accessing who she was.

Thankfully, she had come by several times so he knew her already.

Walking to him, Diana squatted and patted his head,

"where's your daddy?" she asked, scrubbing his furs with her fingers.

Caesar wagged his tail and turned to the room, standing straight, he opened the door.

Diana's eyes stopped at the person lying on the bed,

"Michael, I was so worried, you weren't picking…"

Her words stopped on her tongue as she approached the bed.

He was lying shirtless, with his eyes closed. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and his breath was slow.

Diana's lips fell open and the bag in her hands dropped to the floor.

"Michael…" she called in fright as she walked to the bed, she hadn't even touched him yet and she was already feeling the heat emanating from his body.

Her hands touched his forehead and she screamed, "oh my God!"

She had asked him if he was fine last night and he said it was just a light headache, this wasn't looking like something that was a light headache at all. He was burning with fever.

And the fact that he was not waking up send shivers running down her spine, she was so scared.

Caesar jumped on the bed and lay beside Michael, he looked very worried too.

This was the first time Diana was in this type of situation, she didn't think Michael would be this down, thankfully she had gotten some fever reducing pills, but she wasn't sure if it would be enough.

Standing up, she quickly picked up her bag and took out the medicine she got from the pharmacy.

Taking out the pills, she brought water to him.

But how was he going to take it when he wasn't waking up.

Diana was so confused. What was she going to do?

His breath was becoming slower by the second, she tried to nudge him but he didn't budge.

Thinking for a minute, she stood up and ran to the kitchen, pulling open the refrigerator, she took out a bottle of cold water and a bowl and she ran back to his room. Taking a neatly folded face towel from his drawer, she poured the water in the bowl and dipped the towel into it, squeezing out some water, she placed the towel on his forehead.

Michael's brows twitched as the new feeling enveloped his body, and after some minutes, his tensed body relaxed.

Diana sat by his side as she watched him. She had never seen him so weak before. Surely, he didn't start to feel this way last night, he must have been sick for a while.

Diana pouted, maybe he was used to fending for himself. His foster mother, just wanted him alive for her son, so he must have been neglected while growing up.

Diana's heart squeezed as she imagined how many times he must have sucked it all in and tried to look fine.

She raised her hand to shift the hair falling over his forehead.

After some minutes, she felt his neck again, his temperature had reduced, but he was still sleeping.

Diana's eyes flashed at the fever reducing pills and she picked it up, taking out a pill, she held his head up and pushed it into his mouth.

She supported his head with pillows and she opened the bottle of water.

Filling her mouth with it, she held his face and forced the water into his mouth.

Thankfully he swallowed. Diana smiled and wiped the water off his lips with her hands.

Her eyes flashed to her side and she saw Caesar glaring at her with a frown.

A small chuckle left her lips,

"I'm just helping him get better, I'm not taking him away from you."

She smiled and patted his head but his glare did not leave his face.

Laughing, she stood up and went to prepare something for Michael to eat when he woke up.

She made chicken soup for him and washed her hands, then came back to check on him.

Caesar was no longer in the room and she wondered where he had run off to.

Michael was still sleeping, but his fever had reduced drastically.

Taking the towel off, she poured the water away and walked to his closet.

Her eyes searched through his clothes for what to wear and she took out one of his cotton sweat shirt.

Her eyes flashed at him to make sure he was still sleeping, when she saw he his eyes still closed, she held the helm of her gown and pulled it off her body.

She was wearing a sexy lingerie inside, and although his eyes were closed she was still feeling like he was watching her.

Diana wore the shirt quickly and turned around, only to be met with a pair of opened eyes,

"Nice butt…"