MARKED BY HIS OBSESSION

MARKED BY HIS OBSESSION

EVA & KINGSTON

EVA'S POV

High school is something most people put behind them as life beckons them forward, but for me? The carefree life of summer teen days was something I never wanted to say goodbye to. And I didn't.

College? Nah

Job? Don't think so!

Laying by the pool in my parent's luscious backyard in my string bikini, I was too busy enjoying life at a leisure place to waste my time on the bores. Instead I'd soaked up some sun, then head inside, eat, clean up, and head out for a night on the town. Clubbing and bars, have a blast with my girlfriends, most of whom were like me, they skipped the whole bore of college and work life.

Though that one day, I was in for a surprise.

When I walked into the house I found my mother and father arguing, which was odd. They never fought like the parents of poorer kids. They had everything.

But when I saw them brandishing around a letter and arguing, it seems like reality hit home.

I tried to put it behind me after they explained what was happening. They'd said horrible things like I'd need to get a job! That they couldn't afford to carter to my lavish lifestyle. And I'd have to make my own way.

I was in tears, frankly. And even that didn't change their minds, so I knew it was serious.

I wasn't the most fun that night, not in on the laughs my friends were having, but trying to not let them realise I was about to become one of those depressing tales of woe. What a bummer!

But out of the neon lights of the club appeared a tall, dark and handsome man, dressed better than all the other guys I'd seen that night. He stood out, but not in a bold way. I guess maybe it was the way he walked with that kinda swagger like he owned the world.

It was like the calling card of the rich and famous. Warded off those that'd be too intimidated to talk to someone that was just, like brimming with confidence.

But for me?

It made me get off my ass and start towards him. That was just what I needed. Some rich jackass to treat me like a million bucks, buy my drinks, and make everything go back to normal.

Sure, I was thinking of one night for the second, but every step I took towards him and my expectations grew. One stilettoed heel in front of the other,y slinky, black dress creeping up over my long legs with every step. By the time I got to him, I wanted him to be puffy in my hand.

His intense gaze turned towards me and I sensed I felt something familiar about him, though I couldn't place it. He was no older than me, but he looked far more mature.

"Surprised to see you here," he suddenly said. His deep, gravelly voice carrying over the beat of the music to my ears. He was broad shouldered but fit and trim, judging by the looks of his tailored. "But then not," he added on, as if he knew me.

My nose crinkled and I giggled, as if I was totally in on his joke. The worst thing in the world would be to tell this stud I didn't remember him.

"It's been awhile," I said, taking a stab in the dark. I mean, It wasn't like it was complete stab, because If I'd seen him recently, I totally would have remembered him.

"You look good," I added on.

He sized me up in return, as if truly scrutinizing me. Though even that stony, confidently handsome face of his couldn't keep him from the truth.

"So do you. Better than ever in fact," he stated, turning towards me and looking so intense. "Easy to see you've been taking good care of yourself. You're hotter than even my memories could do justice." He said so openly, looking utterly unperturbed by the confession.

As if the words didn't affect him at all, but I knew the difference. I jut my hip out, my hand on it like I was going to another photo shoot, and gave him my best smile. "So are you going to buy me a drink, then?" I asked, trying to be cocky.

"I remembered a time when you would barely let me do that much," he said, cracking the slightest of his little smile as he flagged down the bartender, able to command her attention so easily, when most of us struggled. "I trust you like the same," he said, before ordering me a Cosmo, same as I'd always loved, since I was a girl.

He'd bought me drinks before, or at least offered, and still I couldn't even remember him. Maybe he was, like ugly or something before. Lost weight or something?

I just couldn't place him, and trust me, I'd have remembered someone like him.

"So when did you get back?" I asked, guessing once more.

"Just last week, in fact. Rolled into town to buy a few businesses up," he said as our drinks arrived, him with a vodka tonic, sipping it as he looked me over. "I was going to look you up, but honestly, I didn't expect to stumble upon you this quickly," he leaned against the bar, his own fit from silhouette in the dark light so well as he studied me, soaked me in like I was the main course of a meal.

"I know what you've been up to though," he said with a cocky grin.

I giggled as I took the straw into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around it before taking a sip of the drink.

"Ohh, a stalker?" I purred.

"Not quite," he replied, talking another mouthful of his stiff drink. "I just figured there's no chance In hell with that body of yours, you've changed since we last met. And you're still doing the exact same thing since I last touched based with you. Am I wrong?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow in challenge to me.

Okay, who the hell was this dude. The fact I couldn't remember him was starting to grow old, and I was getting frustrated, so I took another sip of my Cosmo and gave him a dazzling smile. Flipping my long hair from my shoulder.

"I know what I want in life, is that a crime?"

"No. And I hope that means you won't blame me for pursuing what I want so damn hard either," he said with a wolfish grin, as if I was his prey. He knocked back the rest of his drink, then laid the empty tumbler on the bar top as he leaned in just a bit closer. "I know you don't remember, but when last we met I wanted something more than just a fling. You left me in the dirt." He reached out to touch his strong hand on my waist. "I never forgot you, not even the way you taste. And like all things we did that night, I have trouble letting go of my desires."

Damn.

I inhaled sharply as it was all coming back to me. I looked at him again and swallowed hard. But I sipped my drink, as if I wasn't freaking out inwardly.