All Chapters of His Twisted Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Killian Point of ViewDamian had his hands on her. He had his fucking hands on what’s mine.He touched what is mine, and I can’t get the image out of my head. His hands on her arm, his face close to hers, and how he almost reached for her.“Kill.”“Why the hell was he touching you?” I ask, my voice dangerously low.“He wasn’t touching me,“ she says, reading my expression. “Not really. He grabbed my arm. That is all it was.““It didn’t look that way from where I was standing,“ I growl.She shakes her head, then wants to walk away from me.“Dawn.”“Killian.“ She stops on the pavement and turns to face me, eyes sharp despite the tears still drying on her face. “What did your mother mean? Not again. Again, like what?““You are avoiding my question,“ I say, even though I’m doing the same thing, but I want to know why the fuck she was so angry with him.“I am not avoiding anything. You are the one avoiding telling me the truth.“ Yep. She got me there, but I will do everything to avoid answe

Killian’s Point of ViewI love her waking up in my bed. But also, I love watching her trying to pretend we are not together when half of the fucking school knows who she is to me now.I am walking back into the building for class when I spot Ellie across the courtyard, beaming at me as if we are fucking friends. What the hell is she doing here this early?I am about to walk past her when she sees me and changes direction, heading straight for me. Devon and Andrea are already flanking me, Devon muttering under his breath about what she could want this time.“Hell, if I know.“ I shrug, pulling my bag over my shoulder.She stops in front of me, and before I can tell her again that we have nothing to discuss, she gets there first.“Good, I caught you. I wanted to talk before you went in,“ she beams with a smile, glancing at Devon and Andrea.“What do you want, Ellie?“ I try to keep my voice calm because there’s something about her that just rubs me the wrong way since that night I found h

Killian’s Point of ViewShe walks off with her tablet pressed against her chest, and I watch her go longer than I should, long enough that Devon nudges me with his stick.“Stop staring before someone notices and starts asking questions you have no answers for.”I chuckle softly before walking back onto the ice. He was right. I wasn’t ready for a lot of things, and admitting what was going on with Dawn was one of them.I am not ready for a lot of things right now, apparently.We finish the session, and I head into the locker room and strip off my gear in silence, my mind elsewhere, running over the conversation from earlier.We never agreed to tell each other our problems. She said it like a fact, and the worst part is she is not wrong. That was the deal.She’s mine for the semester, and I help her chase her dream, which even her best friend doesn’t know about. I shouldn’t be bothered about her, but here I am thinking of her.I don’t know when it happened. Maybe it was the first night

Dawn’s Point of ViewI’m still rounding up my shift when Killian walks through the door, looking as hot as ever.He has a baseball cap on, a black jumper, and baggy cargo pants. For a minute, I don’t move, just stare at him because wow, I might have a thing for a man in baggy clothes.“D, table six is waiting for their bill,” my workmate and friend Corey says, coming next to me, and when he turns to look at Killian, he freezes too.“Hey,” Killian says, walking up to the counter, his eyes on me, and I forget how to speak for a minute.Fuck. This isn’t me. I literally saw him this afternoon, so what is it about him that has me staring like this?“Hi,” I say, my voice coming out weak. Fuck me.“How long until you are off?” He asks me as I swallow hard.“Um…”“She’s off. Right, honey?” Corey beams with a smile, taking the bill for table six from me.“Uh…yes. Sorry, I wasn’t…” I stutter, not sure what to say, because it’s crazy that he is standing in front of me.I thought he only said tha

Dawn’s Point of View“Take it down,“ I demand, walking straight up to Bree, who blinks at me, all wide-eyed confusion. She looks at my phone in my hand, then back to my face.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,“ she says, feigning ignorance while staring at her nails, completely brushing me off.“Take the thing down, Bree. I know it’s you.“ I take a step closer to her; tears burn behind my eyes, and my heart races.I knew when she stopped her stupid antics, it was too good to be true.“First, I don’t know what you’re talking about,“ she says with a smirk. “And secondly, how dare you?“I pull out my phone and shove it towards her. The picture glowing on the screen, me and Olivier from high school, except someone has edited it, putting a guy I don’t recognize standing next to me with his dick out, onto my cheek that was never there in the first place, but what’s worse is they have made it into a video.It looks like it’s a porn scene, and I feel sick to my stomach.“I know it’s you