Author's Note: Ok this is my second attempt on Addisex. It's up to you guys if you want for this fic to continue all you got to do is click that button on the left bottom side and leave a review. I didn't rate it to M because although sex is implied her, I really didn't get too graphic with it so I give it a rating of T bordering M. –Roselle

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Ring

Alex POV

"It's the hospital, I'll be back" I stated as I moved from the living room to the kitchen. Privacy is needed in this conversation.

Oh yeah, me and Izzie Stevens are together, living in the same house for two years. I know. Shocking isn't it? Alex Karev, the ultimate playboy with one night stand policy, finally settling down.

WRONG!

For two years, I've tried, I really tried. I really, desperately tried to get HER out of my head. Get "our" kisses out of my system. But it's not an easy feat. With her constantly around me. It's intoxicating. My own little peace of heaven and hell. But I knew, we both knew that it can't happen. We both knew "we" can't happen.

Wait. Wait. It did happen. But it won't last. At least according to her it can't happen. Too many complications that came hand in hand with our relationship. We're forced to admit that sometimes, things happen that's just out of our control.

So I decided to settle for the next great thing. Isobel Stevens. Doctor Model. I'm lucky, right? I'm the luckiest evil has ever spawned in the world. And I should be content. There's nothing I could ever ask for. This woman is perfect for me. She keeps me grounded. She keeps me in my place. I should be satisfied of what I have and move on.

Well, one woman was never really my thing. So can anyone guess what happens next? If you answered that I left Izzie and get back together with Addison. Then your answer is wrong. Faithfulness is really not one of my strong suits. The correct answer for that is I didn't left Izzie but still go back to Addison. Not once, not twice. Not really. Not even close.

I did it – no we did it every chance we get. That's how addicted I am for her. And I like to think she felt the same with me. Because our affair still carries on from the last two years up until now. And it doesn't look like it's ending soon.

It's not that I don't love Izzie. I love her. You've got to believe that. Hell, she believes that. And if I say it often enough, I may just believe it. See, see how hard I try for her.

The very first thing that I promise to her, Izzie that is, is that I will never hurt her again. Well… What she doesn't know can't hurt her right? And I plan on keeping it that way.

Addison's POV

"Why are you calling, is everything okay? I've got to whisper 'coz I can't be too loud." I sighed at his words. This is getting old. This hiding thing is really getting old. Fast. Then why can't I stop? I said it over and over again. I just need to silence my heart and listen to my mind. Alex Karev is a danger zone. Being with him can damage me, damage my career, destroy other's lives. He's an ass and a pain in my ass. But he's also my lover. My "rough around the edges but kinda have his moments" lover. And I'm like a junkie needing a fix.

Once in a month is not enough to satisfy my cravings for him. So I, we do it as often as possible. Don't get me wrong. Mark is one hell of a lover. In fact he's extraordinary. But with him, it just feels like a routine to me. The sex is great. But it's like I expect it to be great, nothing more, nothing less. With Alex, every experience, every feeling is new. Raw. Passionate. Wild. Inhibited. Maybe it's the secrecy of our situation. It's the risk of being caught that's making this affair carry on. As I said, we're like junkies, and sex is our drug, the nature of the affair is the result of our drug, our high. We're basically chasing our high, chasing our own tragedies. Just waiting for it to happen.

I tried to be content with Mark. I did, I really did. But honestly, with him there's just too much baggage that always hovering in my head. Always making me feel the guilt inside my heart. I guess that's the reason why I've never let myself fully enjoy his company.

Unlike Alex. Oh there's the guilt. The guilt of betraying Mark. But Alex makes me forget about that. Ever since that soft kiss I've given him at Joe's. I can't simply put him out of my mind. We tried to work it out. First comes denial. But as we grew closer, in time, developing our relationship. Both working and personal. We finally stopped denying that we indeed have feelings for each other. Then dating and eventually sex follows. But being the adult on the situation. Alright that makes me sound old. But it's the truth. I am older than him. Therefore, it's safe to say that I am more mature than him. So I ended it. I ended our fragile, newly found relationship.

Why? It's not uncommon for an attending – intern relationship nowadays. A big thanks for Dr. Burke and Dr. Shepard. Not uncommon for the male attending. But in my case, it's not possible. Heck, it's not even an option. Doctors belong in a high profile society. And no matter what everyone else is saying, DISCRIMINATION is still alive. And we, are not an exception. Especially me, who, in the very beginning, has been taught the proper etiquette. Proper actions. From being born as a Forbes – Montgomery, I relish at this codes of conduct. Only once did I break it. When I slept with someone other than my husband. And I paid for that one mistake. I didn't want to pay another price for this another mistake. And yes, I consider dating Alex Karev as a mistake.

I know. I know. Dating him is a mistake. Is having an affair with his not? Of course it's still a mistake. A gigantic mistake that can destroy lives of everyone involve. Then what change? What makes me rethink my decision to let Alex go. And what makes e pursue this affair with him. Time and a lot of eye sex. Ok so it's the other way around. First comes eye sex. What can I do? The man is practically oozing with sex. Was it a crime for me to notice? It lasted for weeks, months even. The sexual tension is always around us. Following us.

Then he kissed her. He kissed Isobel Stevens, right on front of me. I guess, he thought he had enough eye sex and decided to move on to real things. I can't really fault him there. I'm getting frustrated as well. So I did the only thing I can think of. I walked out and grab the first male that comes in my way. And kissed him. As my luck would have it, that man is Mark. Flustered, I walk away from the scene of crime.

No one could anticipate what happened next. Not even me. Not even him. It all started at the stairway.

"So, I heard you kissed Sloan."

"Yeah, right after you kissed Stevens."

The next thing I knew, my back was on the wall, his lips directly smacked on mine. We're groping. We're humping one another. It was hard. It was fast. It was brutal. All the sexual tension for two months were being released right this moment. And it felt good.

That's how this sordid affair began…