Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Game; His Obsession : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Jonathan’s POVThe conference room felt smaller than usual.I sat at the head of the table, I couldn’t help but feel bored while the three lead investors sat across from me with matching looks of disapproval. Lisa stood near the window, her arms crossed, her face was blank.On the screen mounted to the wall, the video played on loop. Me, dragging a man from a car. Me, hitting him over and over while he lay defenseless on the ground.It looked bad. But did I give a shit? Nope.“Mr. Hart,” Mr. Chen said, his tone cold and formal. “Can you explain this?”“I was protecting my employee,” I said calmly. “That man kidnapped her. He locked her in his car and assaulted her when she tried to leave. What you’re seeing is me ensuring her safety.”“By beating him nearly unconscious?” another investor, Mrs. Tan, asked sharply. “This is not how professionals handle conflicts, Mr. Hart. This is vigilante justice.”“Would you have preferred I called the police and waited while he drove off with her?”

Elena’s POVThe project was wrapping up faster than expected, and I couldn’t decide if that was a relief or a tragedy.In another week, maybe two, we’d be done. The construction was ahead of schedule, the investors were happy, and everything was falling into place exactly as it should.I should have been relieved. Excited, even. This meant we could finally leave and go to Singapore, get back to DC, and I could put some real distance between myself and whatever this complicated mess with Jonathan had become.But instead, I just felt tired. Tired of the drama. Tired of Lisa’s barely concealed hostility and the way she looked at me like I was an inconvenient obstacle, fuck hwr by the way. And I was even more tired of pretending I didn’t care that Jonathan had gone from hovering over me constantly to treating me like just another employee whose name he barely remembered.I told myself it was fine. That this was what I wanted, what I’d demanded.But it didn’t feel fine. It felt like I wa

Elena’s POV“What the hell is wrong with you?” I demanded the moment we were outside, the cool night air hitting my flushed face.Jonathan didn’t answer. He just strode toward the car, his jaw was set, and his entire body was rigid with tension.“Jonathan! I’m talking to you!”“Get in the car, Elena.”“No! Not until you tell me what the hell that was about!”He stopped, turning to face me, and the look in his eyes made my breath catch. I’d never seen him like this…wild, barely controlled, like he was holding himself back from doing something reckless.“Get in the car,” he repeated, his voice dangerously low.“Why did you drag me out of there?”“Because I couldn’t watch it anymore.”“Couldn’t watch what?”“You!” He shouted, running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t watch him touching you, looking at you like that, like he had no right…”He stopped himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.“Get in the car,” he said again, quieter this time. “Please.”I don’t know why him sa

Elena’s POVHis cock was still buried inside me, twitching with the aftershocks. For a long moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Jonathan’s weight pressed me deliciously into the cushions, his muscular body covering mine like a shield. I could feel his heart against my breast, matching the frantic beat of my own heart.After a minute, he pulled out gently. A thick trickle of his cum leaked from my swollen pussy, sliding down my inner thigh, him coming out of me made me whimper.Jonathan shifted, pulling me into his strong arms. He kissed my forehead.“Are you okay?” he asked.I tilted my head up to look at him. His face was flushed, dark hair messy, eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction Sweat glistened on his broad chest and the hard ridges of his abs. He looked devastatingly handsome. He looked at my body with so much hunger as if we hadn’t spent the last hour tangled together. But then his gaze dropped lower, tracing th

Elena’s POV The way everything was quiet was starting to get to me. I felt like I was running mad. I also looked the part by the way. After getting back I was given a two week break and a huge pay check. But I just felt like I was losing my mind. After calling off my marriage, the only man I have been with is Jonathan. At first I was okay with that, but after sleeping with him I have been craving him like a slut. “Mhmmm” I groaned into my pillow. I felt terrible. What have I done? The thought crossed my mind endlessly. This wasn’t part of the plan. None of it was, but I desperately wanted more. To the point of begging I wanted more. A soft knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. I froze, my heart leaped into my throat. Before I could even stand, the door opened. Jonathan stepped inside; he looked very wild and unhinged like he was panicking. His hair was tousled, jaw tight with tension, he just didn’t look like himself. I had to hold the bed post to stand up ri