All Chapters of Owned By His Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

It wasn't until two days later that Vegas finally got around to telling Autumn about the gala, catching him off guard so much that he choked on the orange juice he'd been sipping. “You want me to be like… your plus one?” His eyes fluttered as he stared back at him. “Of course not! You're just coming as my assistant. That's it. " Wouldn't want to bother Aaron with trivial shit like that,” Vegas said, in turn sipping some water to break eye contact. Though he felt like he'd successfully broken him away from his normal routine, it didn't feel as good as he'd expected. Now, even in his home, he found someone else interested, he thought, recalling how he'd smiled widely talking to Aaron, as if boring Aaron was fascinating to anyone. For the time Aaron had been placed as his secretary, nothing about him had ever been remotely funny, so what the hell was that about? “I’ve never been to something like that before,” Autumn chimed, inhaling internally. “Well, you have to. I didn't say it

For the whole ride, Autumn felt anxious, wondering what exactly Julian was on about. What exactly could he possibly have to tell me? He wondered, looking out the window. All the while, Vegas had sat beside him in the passenger seat, eyes glued to his phone the whole time. Julian and Remmy had driven themselves, their cars leading the way, Aaron following closely. Autumn found it somewhat cute how they all did this together, wondering if this could turn out to be some makeover movie montage, especially given the new information from last night, with Vegas possibly bursting into song. On the other hand, he was probably just bored, realizing only when they were about to leave that he'd forgotten to charge his phone. Just then, Vegas turned to him with a scowl on his face, immediately turning his head back to his phone. Had I said that out loud? He thought, looking a bit stunned. “We’re here,” Aaron announced shortly after they pulled up at a huge building with a large si

The rest of the night was a blur. Autumn only remembered getting dragged out of the party, wondering if the stares and murmurs had all been imagined or if it was the slight grin on Remmy's face before they stepped out into the chilly night. Well, he'd remembered taking a shower before plopping onto the bed, hugging one of the pillows he'd yanked from above his head before falling into a dreamless sleep. On the other hand, Vegas hadn't found the bed as inviting, deciding to have a little drink on his room's balcony instead. It felt less suffocating being out of that space, quite peaceful. It's not like I hate that life; I want to have some fun before all of that, he thought, filling his glass with some whiskey, the liquid burning his throat slightly. He pulled out his phone to text his friends to see if they'd also left the party, putting on some music afterward, but it did nothing to erase the look Autumn had on his face when they'd made their escape. So pouty, red, and carele

Autumn jerked awake to the sound of a loud bang on his door, his phone lying in the corner as he found himself curled up on the floor. Apparently, he'd fallen asleep there after sobbing for God knows how long. The light spilling through the curtains was too bright, and he had to squint while getting up. “Open up,” he heard the voice from outside say. He scrubbed at his face quickly before pressing a hand on the door handle. “Morning. Were you busy?” Aaron asked softly, handing him a small package. Autumn, feeling somewhat embarrassed and sure that his face didn't look good right now, wondered how bad it was with the way Aaron kept peering at him. “Hmm.... Okay, thanks,” he muttered, putting a hand over his mouth. “Okay then, the driver will be downstairs soon,” he replied, turning to leave. “Oh, sorry, what's this?” Autumn asked, suddenly remembering the package in his hands. “It’s from Mister Clairemont,” Aaron quickly replied, not turning around, quickly disappearing down t

Vegas was off to a shitty start that morning. Firstly, he'd fallen asleep in his jeans after his little bathroom incident, not even bothering to put them back on all the way. And even more annoyingly, he’d woken up to a call from Aaron, his phone buzzing in the corner as he glanced at his bedside alarm for the time. 6:50“What?!” he growled, annoyed at his own fricking voice right now, sounding somewhat whiny, like he was still some hormonal teenager.“Mister Clairemont, your father wants to meet up with you later. Should I let him know you'll—”“No!” he replied flatly, catching Aaron off guard. “Tell him I'm busy.”“But sir, he expressly said—”“And I'm expressly saying no!” he bellowed. “You work for me directly, so do your job.”“Yes, sir.”He cut the call before Aaron could say anything else, exhaling sharply as he turned on his side away from the small light that escaped from the curtains.He lay there helplessly as his mind annoyingly began to ruminate on what had occurred last