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    Addiction – (Chapter: 1)

    I just barely caught what he said, but because he did, I began to think about the area that we’d just lost, and it hit me, “Dad!”

    ”I know, Spencer.  Now please remain silent.”

    I glared at him, tears welling up in my eyes before I averted my gaze to the table.  I remained silent as I held back tears and my father continued to talk.  The second that Mr. Davies said that the meeting was over, I shoved my chair back and nearly ran out of the room.  I knocked once and the door opened immediately so I walked right over to my limo, threw the door open, got in, and slammed the door shut behind me.  My driver knew me well enough to immediately drive without question.

    I cried silently as we drove, but the tears and every sign that I had cried were gone by the time we pulled up outside my house.  A security guard moved out from behind a tree and walked over to the car and opened the door for me.  I stepped out and walked to the door, him following behind me with his back to me.  I unlocked the door and went in, I leaned back against the door after it shut.

    ”Spencer?”

    I groaned silently, “Yes, Blake?”

    I watched him walk out from the doorway that led to the kitchen and he had an open beer in his hand, “Where were you?”

    I sighed as he drew closer, seeing the tell tale signs that he was high, “Family meeting.”

    ”Why am I never invited to those?  I mean, you and I have been together forever and we’re going to stay together till death or whatever.  We already live together; I might as well be treated like a member of this family already.”

    I rolled my eyes, “We have no been together for that long and you only live here because you lost your job and couldn’t afford to keep your apartment.”

    ”Technicalities!  C’mon baby, let’s just get married already so I can be a true part of the family.  I can even go to the family meetings in your place!  It’s not like you want to be there anyway, you hate the family business anyway.  I mean, you don’t even smoke let alone do drugs for crying out loud.  And you barely even drink!  Obviously you aren’t into the prostitution side of the business, all that feminist bullshit and stuff.”

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    1. This was a cool story. The only thing I don’t like is the fact that Spencer is “straight.” Sorry, I just don’t really care for a straight Spencer, au or non-au. I’ll still read your next update but more than likely I’ll skip over any reference to her boytoy. Thanks for the new story.

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