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All Chapters of MY WILD OBSESSION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter one

SEX IN THE SKY I sob. “Please don’t do this. Mom, help me. Don’t let him hurt me.” “No, don’t touch me!” “No, no—no!” I wake up to my phone’s alarm, reminding me it’s time to go back to New York. And back home. These nightmares are getting worse, even during afternoon naps. Ugh. This is not good. I quickly touch up my face and get ready for a flight with a client. --- When I get to the jet, I slip into work mode, but my mind keeps drifting back to the nightmares I’ve been having. And I know the only things that make me feel better are sex and alcohol. My phone rings. It’s a video call from my best friend, Cassie. “Bitch, you’re chilling while I’ve been seeing your posts all over social media,” I say. “You can say that again,” she whispers, then flips her camera. “I’m hooking up with a hot guy, and it’s going to be a long night.” “Ugh, I wish I were you right now, but I gotta go. The client is here, and it’s time to fly. Talk later,” I say, hanging up the pho

Chapter two

DINNER AT MY PLACE The moment Snow and I step back into the apartment, she wiggles out of my arms and darts straight to the kitchen like she’s been fasting for forty-eight dramatic hours. “I know, calm down,” I laugh, dropping the grocery bags on the counter. She circles my ankles nonstop, brushing her fluffy tail against my legs in a wild plea for food. “Fine. Snow first. Always Snow.” I open a can of her new gourmet tuna—because of course she only eats the expensive kind—and pour it into her bowl. Snow throws her whole face into the food like she hasn’t tasted life in decades. “That’s my girl,” I murmur, watching her inhale it. With Snow satisfied, my attention shifts to the clock. Two hours until dinner with Sam. My stomach tightens, not with nerves, but excitement. Food and maybe finally… satisfaction. It’s been too damn long. I tie my hair up, wash my hands, and start prepping for dinner. Chicken breast on the cutting board. Garlic, fresh peppers, a jar

Chapter three

UNSATISFIED I let the silence stretch for a second, let the air thicken again, then I step closer to him with a small smile. “Wait for me,” I murmur, brushing my fingers against his wrist. “I need to run a quick bath.” Sam’s eyes flash, dark, hungry but he nods once, leaning back on my couch like he owns it. “Take your time,” he says, voice low. Snow watches him suspiciously as I slip down the hallway. The moment I close my bedroom door, I release a breath I’ve been holding. My skin is buzzing, my chest warm, my body already anticipating what will happen or what I want to happen. I head straight to the bathroom and turn on the warm water. Not a full shower, just enough to rinse off the cooking smell and the heat of the kitchen. Steam wraps around me as I wash lightly, running water over my neck, collarbone, thighs. My reflection in the foggy mirror looks flushed, eyes glowing with a mix of anticipation and something deeper… need. I towel off quickly and walk to

Chapter four

MY SEX TOY AND I You have GOT to be kidding me. My body is still warm, throbbing with frustration. I shift slightly, trying to find relief, but nothing, absolutely nothing, helps. This can’t be real. This man looks like walking sin but performs like a weak password. Snow hops on the bed and curls beside me, giving me a look that screams: Again? Another disappointment? “Don’t judge me,” I whisper, covering my face with a pillow. I scoot away from Sam , because his snoring is aggressive, like he’s trying to shake the entire apartment out of spite. Ugh. I stare at him, this giant, muscular, handsome man who couldn’t last long enough for me to feel anything. I exhale sharply. “Waste of lingerie,” I mutter. Snow meows in agreement. I lie there, unsatisfied, irritated, staring at the shadows on my ceiling. The night stretches painfully long, and I’m wide awake with nothing but my own disappointment and the echo of Sam’s snores. His snoring shakes the bed like an engine. I l

Chapter five

BLACKMAIL The soft hum of the jet fills the cabin as I finish my pre-flight checklist.Everything is perfect. Drinks chilled, snacks arranged, blankets folded neatly. The cabin smells faintly of lavender and leather, the kind of subtle luxury only billionaires can afford.Then Steve walks in.He stops mid-step, eyes scanning me like he’s seeing every detail for the first time. There’s something… different in his gaze. Sharp, almost cold, like he’s calculating, measuring. A little part of me freezes.“Good morning, Steve,” I say, forcing my tone to stay professional.He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. The look is strange, unsettling, like he’s hiding something behind that smooth exterior.I step aside for him, giving a polite nod. “Cabin’s ready, everything’s perfect.”He gives a slight, acknowledging nod and leans casually against a seat. The pilot announces we’re cleared for takeoff, engines roar, and soon we’re lifting gracefully into the sky.I head to the staf

Chapter six

CHAPTER SIXHe just studies me with that sharp, unreadable gaze, as though he already knows what kind of disaster I’m carrying inside my chest.With one flick of his fingers, he gestures for his men to clear out.All of them leave except one, a giant who plants himself by the doorway, arms crossed, eyes cold. A guard dog in human form.He finally stands. The movement is slow, deliberate, intimidating in a way that doesn’t require effort. He opens a crystal decanter, pours dark liquor into a glass, and steps close enough for me to smell the mixture of expensive smoke and danger that clings to him.He offers the drink without a single word.I shouldn’t take it, he feels like the type of man whose every gift comes with a cost but I’m too hollow, too exhausted, too terrified to care. I accept the glass, my fingers brushing his. He notices. Of course he does. A faint smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth like he already knows I’ll follow wherever he decides this goes.

Chapter seven

CHAPTER SEVEN One of Hardin’s men drives me back to my hotel, silent the entire way. And the whole time, all I can think about, is sex. I’m insane. Utterly insane. My life is collapsing, a scandal waiting to explode, a psycho like Steve threatening to ruin me… And yet my brain keeps circling back to sex. To needing a man. To needing release. I can’t go back to my room like this—not sober, not calm, not untouched. The car pulls off. I pretend to walk into the hotel, waiting for the taillights to disappear. The moment they do, I step back out, ready to sneak off somewhere, to drown my stress in someone’s arms. But then I look at myself properly. I look like a mess. Tipsy. Rumpled. My makeup smudged. I can’t attract my kind of man looking like this. Thinking about it… Hardin is exactly my type. Too much my type. That man is sin carved into human form. I would kill for one night with him. Just one. Ugh. Even thinking about him makes my thighs te

Chapter eight

CHAPTER EIGHT And Hardin?He’s already putting the gun away, calm as if he just ended a meeting, not a life.The warehouse seems to shrink around me as panic swallows my lungs whole.I witnessed a murder.A murder done for me.And there’s no going back.Hardin’s shadow falls over me, long and heavy, and when I look up at him, my voice barely works.“I… I didn’t ask you to kill him,” I whisper, shaking so hard my teeth almost chatter. “I only wanted the tape gone.”He stares at me with those cold, unreadable eyes that don’t blink, don’t soften, don’t care about the violence staining the floor behind him.A man of few words.“Get up,” he says simply.My body moves before my mind does.I don’t hesitate.I don’t breathe wrong.One wrong move and I could end up beside Steve, blood pooling around my hair.When I’m on my feet, he lets out a low laugh, barely a sound, just a curl of amusement at the corner of his mouth. A smirk pretending to be a chuckle.“We’re going to be g

Chapter nine

CHAPTER NINEI can barely breathe.My voice is a whisper. “Two weeks is too soon.”“It’s perfect,” he replies. “Long enough for you to calm down… short enough to remind you this isn’t a negotiation.”He reaches out, smoothing a strand of hair behind my ear—a gesture so intimate it makes my stomach twist.“Be ready when I come,” he murmurs.Then he taps the door gently.“You can go now.”I step out of the car on shaky legs, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst.As the car pulls away, I stand there in front of the hotel, unable to move.Two weeks.In two weeks, I’m supposed to marry a man who just murdered someone in front of me.And somehow…this nightmare is only beginning.I didn’t go straight to my room.My body was too restless, too wired, too full of emotions I didn’t want to feel.So I went to the bar.Shot after shot burned its way down my throat as I kept rethinking every damn decision I made today.And just when I thought the night couldn’t get any

Chapter ten

CHAPTER TEN I shut my phone off and slide it into my bag. I can’t deal with any of this for now. By the time the taxi pulls up in front of my house, exhaustion clings to me like a second skin. The driver steps out and unloads my luggage, but before I can even thank him, Snow runs up to me. My spoiled little cat. She launches herself at me with a loud meow, and right behind her is Helen, my housekeeper, smiling warmly. “Welcome home ma’am,” she says. I smile back, scooping Snow into my arms. “I missed you, troublemaker.” Helen takes my bags without being asked, ever the quiet lifesaver. A heavy sigh slips out of me, one I didn’t realize I’d been holding. It feels… good to finally be home. Inside, I head straight to my bedroom. Snow jumps free from my arms the moment we enter, circling my feet like she’s scolding me for leaving. I collapse onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as everything I’ve been carrying tries to catch up with me. I let myself breathe. I head downst

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