Todos los capítulos de His Little Obsession: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Ivan The harsh smell of cigarettes filled my nostrils, stirring me up. I scrunched my nose, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling with a puzzled look. I was in Cristiano’s room. Why was I in his room? I blinked slowly, my throat felt croaky as I attempted to speak. “You’re finally awake.” Cristiano remarked, drawing my attention. I snapped my neck to his direction where he was sprawled in his sofa in a bathrobe with a cigarette in his lips. His hair was dripping with water, and the scent of his shampoo was noticeable even from a mile away. My eyes zeroed in his chest was on full display, and I couldn’t help but swallow as I stared at his perfect abs. This is the first time I was seeing him almost naked. The bastard’s lips curled up in a smug smile as I gawked at his body openly.“I didn’t take you for a pervert, Tesoro.” He whispered cockily, puffing out smoke. I coughed, snapping out of my trance. He was literally choking me with the smell. “Put it out.” I muttered in a low to

Cristiano Ivan was trembling. He was shit scared of those fucking guns pointed to our heads. I enjoyed watching the fear on people’s face when faced with life threatening situations, however with Ivan it was different. I wanted nothing more than to protect him from those fucking nightmares he experienced. I couldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who tried to touch a strand of his hair. He had no idea how fucked I was. “You come to my house to accuse me of theft, Vito?” Hugo growled, daring me to repeat my words. He didn’t know how prepared I was for this fight, and he didn’t have to. The bastard dared to attack my men, steal my drug shipments, and sell it in my turf. He was itching for a fight, and I will be sure to give it to him. “That’s what you are, Castillo.” I stated through clenched teeth, rubbing Ivan’s thigh to calm his trembling body. No doubt he wouldn’t be able to use the damn gun I gave him. I didn’t want him here too, but Hugo was a cunning man, and I couldn’t take a chance

Cristiano“You’re now fucking your wife’s brother?” My father growled in disappointment, standing in the middle of the room with a gloomy expression. “I was about to before you walked in.” I responded calmly, crossing my legs, and throwing my head on the headboard. Ivan ran off in embarrassment after getting caught, and Mia trailed behind me to obviously give him an earful. I don’t mind her screaming her lungs out, but I dare catch a bruise on his body…I wouldn’t hesitate to send her back to the damn hospital where she belongs.Why did she had to return today? I mentioned waiting till the tension was over, but he was so eager to suffocate me with her presence that he couldn’t wait anymore, and just had to ruin my fun. “Have you lost your senses, Cristiano?” He barked like a dog, exhaling in frustration. “You didn’t see anyone else to experiment your sexuality on? It had to be him?” I shrugged lazily, “You have to agree that he’s good looking, father.” I said mockingly, watching the

No one stopped me on my way out of the building instead Lorenzo handed me a car key to one of Cristiano’s car. It appears he wasn’t bluffing. I leaned back in the driver’s seat, a coy smile making its way to my lips. The bastard believed I would come begging for his touch after getting to taste women eager? Not a chance.“Where do we go first?” I muttered to myself, bringing the car engines to life, and slowly driving out of the gates. I shut my eyes for a split second, inhaling the fresh air unpolluted by Cristiano’s suffocating presence. Freedom at last. I turned on the music, connecting it to my device as I drove past the streets, nodding to the rhythms. He had no idea the party animal he let loose. I’m going to enjoy the best time of my life, and not think of the stupid face. I chuckled at the thought, the image of his angry face clear in my head. I bent to a corner, slowing down as I arrived to Carlos’s home. I stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind me, and strolling

Cristiano“What do you want?” Luca snapped, twirling the glass in his hand, and glancing at me briefly before looking upfront. A growl left my throat, grumpily sat on the stool. He knows why I was here, but the idiot wanted an apology instead. Apologies weren’t in my vocabulary, and I had no plans on ever adding it. “Why are you in a bar?” I asked, taking the glass from his hand, and gulping it down my throat. He hissed in annoyance, his eyes burning into my head in anger. “Why did you follow me here?” He shot back, gritting his teeth. I arched a brow, observing his expression. He was either overreacting or I was nonchalant to justify his actions. “Why did you think I followed you?” I asked back, rolling my tongue on my inside cheeks. I slammed the glass on the table, causing the bartender to flinch back in fear. “Vodka.” I commanded, flickering my eyes to the idiota, shooting me lasers. I flashed him a innocent smile, raising the glass to my lips. He huffed in annoyance, breaking