All Chapters of MY WILD OBSESSION : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER FIFTY ONEI shake off the thoughts crowding my mind.Sophia glances at me. “Are you okay?”“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine,” I say, forcing a soft smile.I ask the driver to play something calm. Low music fills the car, slow and sultry, easing the chaos inside me. When we arrive, the building towers over us—glass, steel, luxury. One of the biggest cosmetic brands in the world. “I step out of the car, swaying my hips, ready to bag the deal. Of course, money has to be made.”A brief meeting follows—negotiations, figures, and expectations. Cameras flash, blinding and constant. I officially partner with Beauty Skin Cosmetics, locking in a major endorsement.Then comes the shoot. cameras all over me. My body angles into poses I’ve mastered, seductive but classy. The crew watches me like I’m art, like I’m temptation packaged for millions.By the time we wrap, my cheeks ache from smiling and my joints ache; I need a massage.Next, we move to another brand I’m already working with. We sit aro

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE Pulls out completely in one long, slick slide.I whine at the sudden emptiness, clenching around nothing. “No—wait—”“Shh.” He kisses me quick and dirty, then drops back to his knees between my spread thighs. His hands push my legs wider, hooking under my knees to hold me open for him.Two fingers slide straight into me—no warning, no tease—just thick and deep, curling up to press hard against that spongy spot inside. My back bows off the desk, a sharp cry ripping out of me.“Look at you,” he growls, eyes locked on where his fingers disappear into my soaked pussy. “So fucking wet… dripping everywhere.”He pumps them slow at first, then faster—curling, twisting, scissoring—hitting that spot over and over until my thighs start shaking again. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing tight little circles while his fingers fuck me deeper.I’m moaning nonstop now, head thrashing, hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard my knuckles turn white. “Oh god—fuck—right there—don’t s

~CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE~ I follow him, my steps quiet behind his broad frame, unaware of which version of him I’ll meet tonight—the husband, or the monster. We stop before the door. We stop before the same room— THE BOSS carved into the wood, a wolf sculpture mounted beneath it. Watching. The door opens. The moment I step inside, Andrew remains outside. The door closes behind me with a muted click that sounds far too final. I tell myself to breathe. To move smoothly. One wrong note and he’ll smell it—feel it. I lift my chin and let my gaze wander slowly around the private office—the dark wood, the glass walls, the leather chair that looks more like a throne. I act like I’ve been here a thousand times. Like my heart isn’t pounding against my ribs. Hardin doesn’t move. His eyes stay on me. Fixed. Sharp. “Where have you been?” he asks. His tone is low, controlled—but it makes the fine hairs along my arms rise. “Oh… Sophia and I had meetings,” I say easily. “Business. Brands t

~CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN~ I can’t take whatever he brings me. So I lie back down and close my eyes, slowing my breathing, letting my body go slack—playing asleep like my life depends on it.Because with him, it just might.A few minutes pass.Then the door opens.Soft footsteps.A gentle tap on my shoulder.I don’t move.I don’t breathe too fast.Then his voice—low, deep, unyielding—cuts straight through the act.“Amelia. I know you’re not sleeping,” he says calmly.“Now sit the fuck up.”My eyes flutter open slowly, like I’ve been caught mid-crime.I turn toward him, deliberately avoiding his gaze, and push myself upright. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, a cup in his hand, steam curling lazily into the air.He holds it out.I hesitate.“Drink.”The word lands heavy.My fingers close around the cup, warmth seeping into my skin. My heart slams against my ribs as if trying to escape before the rest of me can’t.I don’t lift it fast enough.His jaw tightens. He leans closer, voice dr

~CHAPTER FIFTY NINE~ I end the call and drop the phone into the console. The car feels too quiet. Cassie doesn’t look away from me. Her stare is sharp now, searching, like she’s trying to read something I’m deliberately not saying. “What’s wrong?” she asks softly. I inhale, then force my lips into a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “I just lost focus for a second,” I say. “I’m fine.” She doesn’t believe me but she lets it go. “Okay,” she says lightly, nudging my arm. “Just don’t get us killed.” “I’ll try not to,” I murmur. The city rushes past us in a blur of glass and movement. After a moment, Cassie exhales, anger bubbling up. “But honestly, it’s sick. Why would they even drag your name into a missing—dead man’s story? These bloggers are out of control. They should be sued.” I don’t answer. Because the moment she says it, I see him. The stillness. The unnatural quiet of a body that will never move again. My jaw tightens. I keep my eyes on the road, cou