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

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

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

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 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 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