Sweet Addiction (Interracial) || Book 1

- Addiction 20 -

*Coming With You by Ne-Yo*
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Karma Sundai Iñigo

I looked at Maryland like she was a crazy version of Spongebob.

"Germany? Why are we going to Germany? You already went-"

"My job is sending me again. They said I could invite anyone that I wanted, so I choose you" She smiled widely, clapping her hands together

"Why not Keeko?" I inquired

Maryland scoffed, "Keeko is always trynna get some weewee, so hell no I'm not taking him"

"I guess you're right" I sighed in defeat

I'm afraid of heights; therefore, this adventure to Germany is something I will be dreading.

"Okay, so pack like a month worth of clothes by tonight. Our flight is seven in the morning"

"Wait wait wait, mc'cuse me, bitch?" I frowned, placing my right hand on my hip, "Seven in the morning?"

Maryland knows she needs to inform me about plans ahead of time. I have work tomorrow, so what in tarnation makes her think that I'll be going?

"No, I'm not going" I told her, heading to the kitchen to get my fajita salad

"Karma why not?" My best friend whined in my ear, "Oh please oh please, on the prettiest of pleases!" She begged, getting on her knees

I stared at her in disbelief, "What?"

"Please come with me to Germany"

"No"

Maryland kissed her teeth, "Stop being a pussy"

"I'm not a pussy, you stop being a pussy"

"I'm not a pussy, you are"

"Says the one who's begging on her knees like she needs to be forgiven for her nasty ole sins" I said

Seeing her about to pout, I put my hands in the air, accepting her offer to go with her to Germany.

I thought about how I'll be miles away from Orlyndo. I could barely manage to be a few feet from him. Shaking the idea out of my head, I focused on how I was going to pack a month worth of clothes.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I ate my salad as I played Temple Run on my phone.

"How did I die?! My phone glitched, you stupid piece of technology" I groaned, getting up with my bowl

"Say something" I exhaled deeply

"That's the thing. I don't know what to say"

Lifting my head up from his shoulder, I looked over at him. His arm dropped from around my waist, putting it on the side.

His soft grey eyes gazed at me, "Is this supposed to change the way I feel about you? Because I feel the same"

My lips parted, "You're not going to go off or leave or-"

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you do it all the time" I told him

"I wouldn't be able to forgive myself anymore if I got up and left you after you told me this. I'm not that harsh"

"Orlyndo, yes you are"

"Enough about me, this is about you" He said sternly, "How long have you had it?"

"Almost four years"

"Why couldn't you tell me when I started asking?"

"Do you not know yourself? You're bipolar- your temper is ridiculous and out of nowhere, your attitude changes. Then in the blink of an eye, you're raging like a damn bull. Besides, we're unstable, so I definitely had no intention in telling you" I stated, pulling my skirt over my knees