The Billionaires Outrageous Addiction

SCARLETT COBBS

I am a mess… a fucked up mess to be precise. 

And to be honest, I needed to be fucked against a hard surface to get my fucked up mess in order. My life had never been a field of roses and if it was in any way, I would say I have been living with wild roses. 

Perhaps I was a bouquet of wild roses too. 

Despite the cold condition of my environment, hot molten magma was flowing within me. My bloodstream had been conquered and taken over by that hotness. I panted loudly but the noise of the party freaks around me drowned that… but that made me hotter.

I used to love parties… I still loved parties, in fact, which was why I had taken a break from the harshness of reality and hopped on a touring yacht to enjoy being around new people and partying all night... 

But what was a party without my Lucas?

My Lucas… 

The sweetness in my life… the one that calmed the wave of my life. 

“The waves are calm today.” 

One of the crew members, standing beside me with her group of friends pointed out and her three friends chattered about how it was sad that the trip was ending in eleven hours.

The sea waves were calm tonight but the hot wave within me was getting worse and stronger with every second that passed. I knew what I needed to relieve myself from this misery whereby my stomach twisted and my core ached.

I have lived long enough with the magma to know how to control it but I just couldn't bring myself to do the needful. I couldn't do that to Lucas… My Lucas.

My sweet Lucas. 

The fresh and cool water to the hot magma I have carried for a very long time. 

I left the group of female friends and went to stand in an isolated part, staring at the sea that would lead me back home. I checked my phone again, hoping that there would be another message for me from My Lucas but still… nothing.

The darkness of the night couldn't hide my fear of the forthcoming morning neither could the noise of the last yacht party stop my heart from shattering loudly… Could anyone hear the shattering sound? Because that was all I could hear aside from the raging wave of magma… 

“I will see you soon, my love. I'm already seasick and I can't wait to be wrapped in your warmth.”

Even where I was standing wasn't isolated enough. Unlike the female speaking to her lover on her cellphone, there was no one waiting back at home for me. I had no love that would run to me as soon as I get off the yacht and sweep me off my feet… 

There was no more Lucas… 

But there was my father. A man of his word. The last set of words he said to me before I decided to hop on a public yacht when I could have used one of the many my father owned, rang through my mind… “it’s time you grow up, Scar. it’s time for you to get married and take over my position as the Director.”

Yes, I was born with the most expensive golden spoon in my mouth. I was born into wealth and even now, twenty-six years later, I was still living a luxurious life after all I was the only child of the famous Director Of COBBS GROUPS, Micheal Cobbs.

After all, I was well known too as a face model and also the heiress of the most wealthy business in the whole of America.

However, I wasn't known for my struggles and traumas… scars… and molten magma. 

I was seen as perfect. They were all blind to the fact that I have been crushed over and over again. That I have been burnt many times by my molten magma. I couldn't remember when I started using the term “Molten Magma” but I do know that was the best way I could describe my addiction. 

“I am rich yet I am an addict. Welcome to Scarlett Cobbs’s world.”

I was talking to no one but myself. I screamed at the dancing reflection of the moon. It was dancing on the water. Dancing beautifully while I wallowed sorrowfully. It was painful. Holding back my addiction and not doing the needful to ease myself and my mind was driving me crazy. 

Other addicts on this yacht must be having fun right now.