All Chapters of The Billionaire's Obssesion: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Egyptian silk sheet was a mess across the king-size bed. In the air lingered that typical trail of sex, sweat, and an expensive perfume that seemed to seep into the walls of the twentieth floor. Beside me, the woman whose name I had to make an extra effort to remember,maybe Chloe or Claire,breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling in the rhythm of someone who had just reached the peak. She was flawless. The kind of perfection that money and an heir’s last name attract without any real effort required. Bringing a woman like her to my Upper East Side apartment had been a purely mechanical task. A longer gaze in the right lounge, a half-smile, and the keys to the Mercedes left on the marble counter. They always come. They always want to be part of Aidan Vance’s world. And she was good, I have to admit. Precise movements, commitment, and an audacity that would make any man beg for more. I made sure she got there,it’s a matter of honor, or perhaps ego. I like being the best at

The cold night air felt like it had frozen solid in my lungs as I closed the distance. Each step was a dull thud in my chest. I knew that slope of the shoulders. I knew that way of leaning against the world, as if always waiting for the next blow. “Hey…” His voice came out dragged, thick. “You looking to have some fun, handsome?” He was altered. His body swayed slightly, his restless hands disappearing into the pockets of his worn hoodie. He looked like he was fighting his own skin,a clear sign of withdrawal or someone who needed a hit just to make it through the next minute. When he grabbed the hood and pulled it back, the world around me simply stopped spinning. Straight black hair, now messy, framed a face that, despite its sickly pallor, still carried the lines that had haunted me for thirteen years. And the eyes… those green eyes. It was him. But they no longer shone like before,they were deep wells of exhaustion and corruption. It was Kyle. I stood frozen, feeling the b

The next day was an exercise in psychological and physical torture. I sat at the head of the conference table at Vance Corp, surrounded by high-level executives and financial consultants, but my mind was miles away, trapped in the shadows of a side street and the leather seat of my Mercedes.I was distracted. Every time a director mentioned terms like “profit margin” or “logistics expansion,” my brain translated everything into the technical, visceral sensation from the night before.I could feel it, almost like a ghost, the pressure and heat of Kyle’s mouth around my cock. The memory was so vivid that my body reacted instantly, without any command from my will. I stayed hard the entire day.The impeccably tailored suit, custom-made in London, suddenly felt too tight,an armor trying to contain an urgency I couldn’t control.It was humiliating and arousing at the same time. I kept adjusting myself inside my pants every ten minutes, pretending to reach for my phone or strategically cros

Claire was sprawled against the pillows, her breathing still uneven and her skin glistening with the sweat of the pleasure I had just given her. She looked at me with an almost palpable adoration, her eyes clouded by satisfaction.“Aidan…”She whispered, reaching out to touch my arm.“That was incredible. But what about you? Let me return the favor… any way you want.”I pulled away subtly, feeling the weight of my physical lie. I was empty, hollow, while she overflowed.“That was more than satisfying for me, Claire.”I lied with the smoothness of a master.“Seeing you like this is all I needed.”Unfortunately, in my mind, the story was very different. The knot in my chest wouldn’t loosen, and the frustration of not being able to react to her body the way a normal man would was an open wound. I needed to fix this, but not there, and not with her.“I’d love to stay, I really would.”I continued, putting on my shirt and buttoning the cuffs with icy precision.“But I have an unavoidable c

Dr. Li’s office was a vacuum of silence in the noisy heart of Manhattan. The scent of green tea seemed to purify the air, but it wasn't enough to cleanse the bitter taste rising in my throat. I stared at my hands, feeling the weight of my signet ring, and began to unearth what had been buried for thirteen years. "It all started on an ordinary afternoon, right after school. I was fifteen. There were three of us: me, Jason, and Alexander. We were privileged kids, attending one of the most expensive private schools in the city. We had the world at our feet, but we were driven by that brand of cruel boredom that only the upper-middle class can produce." I paused, catching my breath. Dr. Li merely nodded, encouraging me with her gaze. "Alexander was always the leader the most rebellious and, by far, the sharpest. He dragged us to a forgotten street on the edge of a nearby neighborhood, saying he knew of something interesting. A boy was living in a makeshift tent inside one of those a