Sweet Addiction novel Chapter 2

Aaron gazed at her, simply speechless at her choice of words.

He'd never met someone so full of herself.

"Irene, Jonny has left you," he said as slowly as he could, with hopes that these words could resonate in her mind. "But I...I can consider making you my girlfriend–"

Bang!

Before he could finish, Irene collapsed into his lap in a pale drunken mess.

Aaron scrunched his nose, looking at the half can of beer she was holding and his already drenched trousers, coated by her saliva. He found himself regretting not listening to Jackson.

He carried her carefully back to the car. Without warning, he opened the rear door and threw her in. In shock, Carl Cheng didn't have time to move, making Irene's head hit his vital part of the body. "Shit!" he cursed, wincing. "Do you want to kill me, man?"

Aaron snorted. "The least you can do is stay still. With how many women you were flirting with, it'd be better if that thing was cut off."

Carl smiled peevishly, pushing Irene's head away. "For a guy, you're pretty stiff. I'm simply comforting them, not flirting."

Aaron didn't bother to respond to his words. Instead, he turned to Jackson. "To the Caesar Hotel."

Before Jackson started the car, he stared at Aaron seriously. "I still hope you'll consider this. You can play with the woman, but if you're really serious with this...you'll be in trouble."

Carl added to this, "Shouldn't you be happy? If Aaron really loves the girl, then he isn't the cold-hearted idiot he seems to be. Even if he gets hurt in the end, isn't that better than being so unfeeling?"

Aaron turned away. "Just drive."

Jackson stared at Aaron before sighing and starting the car. They'd been friends for more than ten years, and even then, he knew that he'd done everything he could to convince him otherwise.

Aaron was different than most people. His face was always guarded, and what he wanted, he always seemed to get.

When they finally arrived at the Caesar Hotel, Aaron asked them to go back home before turning inside with Irene fast asleep in his arms.

"You think Aaron finally fell in love?" Carl was the first one to bring it up, jumping on his seat.

"The guy's a total wild card. Who knows?"

In the hotel,

Aaron carried Irene directly into the room. Once they arrived, he set her on the sofa and casted a stern glance at her state. He frowned.

"Is this really all worth it for just one man?" he murmured.