All Chapters of The Billionaire's Obssesion: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

I dialed the number Dr. Mason had given me,a contact I had promised myself I wouldn’t use so soon, out of respect for his isolation. The phone rang several times before it was answered with a heavy, curious silence. “Hello?” His voice came through low and hesitant. “It’s me, Aidan Vance.” I said immediately, trying to keep my tone neutral. “Before you ask, Dr. Mason gave me your number.” There was a small pause on the other end. “I need to come by to pick up some files from the safe in my office.” I continued, getting straight to the point. “I’ll be there in a few hours. I’m letting you know in case you’d rather stay in your room or something… It’ll be quick. You won’t even notice I was there.” I heard Kyle take a deep breath. It wasn’t a sigh of anger, but something thick, almost dismissive,like he found the situation or my justification amusing. “Whatever, pretty boy. The house is yours.” He replied in that indifferent tone that still cut just the same. I hung up. The so

I ended up agreeing. I placed the suitcase on the small table next to the sofa, trying to buy myself some time to steady the rhythm of my heart. To break the silence that threatened to become too heavy, I asked how the house staff, Corine and Jeff, were treating him. “They’re great people. Very attentive.” He replied simply. I nodded, feeling a slight relief that he was comfortable with the team. Then he did something I wasn’t expecting: he walked over to the sofa and sat down. My reaction was immediate my body responded to his closeness in a way I couldn’t hide. I noticed he saw it. His eyes slowly traveled down my body. A small, almost triumphant smile flickered at the corner of his mouth, but he quickly masked it. I shifted on the sofa, desperately trying to conceal the erection that was already becoming obvious. “I’ve been thinking about what we talked about,” He said, his voice now lower, laced with an intention that put me on alert. I tried not to look affected, but I faile

The morning in the mountains dawned wrapped in a dense fog that covered the treetops and blurred the contours of the horizon. Yet the freezing cold outside was the exact opposite of the fire that seemed to consume my body. I woke up long before the alarm, breathing shallowly. The first thing I felt, even before fully opening my eyes, was the heavy, hot, and insistent pulse of pent-up desire. The overwhelming horniness hadn’t disappeared with sleep. On the contrary, it seemed to have fed voraciously on what had happened on the sofa the night before and on my frustrated, solitary attempt at relief under the cold shower water. It was a physical and violent hunger, a visceral need that was already bordering on actual pain. I looked at my own hands resting on the rumpled sheets and gave up before even trying anything. Deep down, I knew it would be useless. Without his firm touch, without that sharp look of disdain mixed with absolute dominance, I was just a pathetic man trying to l

The meeting with the Green-Tech board was supposed to be the highlight of my week, but I was just a body present, occupying a leather chair. While the directors discussed profit projections and sustainability margins, my mind was trapped on that sofa in the mountain house. Kyle’s touch, the sensory “torture” he imposed on me, and the way my body responded with an intensity I didn’t even know existed… all of it felt more real than the graphs projected on the wall. I could still feel the ghost of his hands on me, a painful contrast to the coldness of that meeting room. The days that followed were a desperate attempt to bury those memories under piles of work. However, the silence of my penthouse in Manhattan only amplified his absence. I kept my promise; I stayed away. But the physical distance only seemed to shorten the obsessive distance in my mind. I boarded a flight to the United Arab Emirates for a business trip that ended up extending for nearly two weeks. Peter, my lawyer an

The conversation was calm. She told me the club gossip, said the roses were winning the neighborhood contest, and commented on the plans for the next charity season. I listened, trying to be a present son, laughing at the right moments and talking about my trip, describing the architecture of Dubai and the exaggerated luxury of the desert dinners. But while I spoke of gold and skyscrapers, my mind kept returning to a black and gold card in a gallery in downtown New York, wondering if Kyle had already found the courage to call.“You’re distant again, Aidan."She said softly, interrupting my thoughts as she poured more coffee.“Sorry, Mom. I was just thinking about a detail for a meeting tomorrow.”“Work will always be your refuge, just like your father.”She sighed, but without bitterness.“But don’t let it be your only company. Life is too short to spend all your time inside an office, even if the office is yours.”I looked at the clock. The moment of peace was ending. The real world