All Chapters of Their Obsession, My ruin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

**June’s POV**I adjusted my blazer for the third time, staring at my reflection in the polished glass doors. My face looked pale, my eyes wide. “Get it together, June,” I whispered.I didn’t have time to overthink it. Which was probably a good thing, because if I had, I might not have shown up at all.Even standing outside the building of the Grayson group felt unreal. It was a monolith of glass and steel.This was an opportunity. A real one. Not something I could afford to mess up. I already lost my job, and almost immediately got another. My lucky day. I exhaled sharply and pushed through the doors.The lobby screamed power. Marble floors, soft lighting, and people moving with a terrifying sense of purpose.“Miss Harper?”I turned. A sharply dressed woman stood a few steps away, a tablet in hand. She was already assessing me with an icy gaze.“Yes.”“This way.” I followed her, my heels echoing too loudly against the polished floor. With every step, the tension in my chest tightene

June's pov His hands were all over me and his kisses on my skin were burning with an intense passion. He pushed me hard against the wall while he ripped open my shirt, easily exposing my already hardened nipples that were begging to be touched.“You like this, don't you?" Blake muttered under his breath, as he pinched my nipples with one hand, the other was already under my night gown.My own body betrayed me, my hips were arching forward as a soft moan escaped my lips. I could feel his hard cock begging to enter me. “Gosh, you're so hot” I whispered as I bit my lips.He smiled and leaned in to kiss me when the sound of my phone shattered everything. I woke up with a sharp breath hanging in my throat, his name on my lips. I let out a loud sigh, staring at the ceiling as my heart refused to settle.I dragged a hand over my face, “Oh, crap." I muttered under my breath. I could feel how wet I was from a dream where I fucked my boss.My phone rang again as I reached for it half dazed.

June's pov “Hold still.”I did.Not because I was calm, but because there were too many hands on me to do anything else.The fabric tightened around my ribs as someone pulled the dress into place, the material sliding over my skin like it already knew where it belonged. Another pair of hands adjusted the neckline, like they’d done this a hundred times before for someone who actually fit into this world.“Turn.”I turned.The heels slipped onto my feet before I could even glance down. Someone else brushed my hair back, another pinned something into it, and the soft click of metal followed.My fingers curled slightly at my sides, resisting the urge to tug at the dress, to loosen something, anything, just to remind myself I still had control over my own body.“Lift your chin.”I did.Cool fingers traced along my jawline, tilting my face just enough for the light to catch properly. A brush swept across my cheek, another across my lips.“Don’t move.”I wasn’t planning to. The room moved a

June's povHis teeth left my skin, and for a second, no one breathed with my hand still hovered at my neck. Across the room, Nathan had gone still, the lazy amusement gone from his face. Blake’s mother said nothing, but her posture shifted just enough, her eyes narrowing as they lingered on me a moment longer than before. “I’ve made my choice,” Blake said, his voice carrying just enough to settle the room. The music swelled again like nothing had happened, conversations picked back up, and the tension dissolved into polished smiles and quiet glances. No one questioned him. No one ever did. Nathan held my gaze for one last second, something unreadable in his eyes before he turned and walked away without a word. Blake’s mother lingered a moment longer, her expression composed, her silence heavier than anything she could have said, then she moved on as if I were no longer worth her attention. And just like that, the night continued. I stayed beside Blake, silent, my thoughts louder

June's pov"I’m not cancelling because you suddenly got territorial, Blake," I said, my voice steadier than I expected. "Ethan is my friend. He’s been my friend for years. This has nothing to do with you or the contract."Blake’s jaw tightened. He finally moved, reaching for a clean shirt from the bench and pulling it on. The movement was smooth and fast. Even covered up, he felt dangerous."Everything you do has to do with me now," he said, buttoning the shirt with clinical precision. "You think this is just about coffee? Ethan Miller. Twenty-six. Graduated top of his class with you. Works as an analyst downtown. He’s been calling you every day for a week."A cold chill ran down my spine that had nothing to do with the room temperature. "What the fuck, Blake? You’ve been tracking my phone?""I don't need to track your phone to know who is trying to contact what belongs to me," he said. He stepped toward me again, and this time, I didn't back away. I held my ground. "He’s at the café