All Chapters of His Hidden Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

If you’d have asked me ten hours ago if I’d stand up to the monster hiding in my room, my answer would be fuck yeah! But now, standing here, completely frozen, my eyes stuck on the doorknob as it twists and turns… I swear I can't do shit. I can't even move. Fight, Elena. Run. Move. Do anything. Don't just stand there like a moron. Do something! The door creaks open ever so slowly it feels like an eternity. I don't want to see the monstrosity hiding behind the door. It will make this nightmare feel more real than it already is. I fling my phone to the ground and let out a ferocious scream I don't know has been clawing up my throat as I throw my entire weight forward, slamming my hands into the wood. The door collides with his solid frame, buying me a fraction of a second to figure out how to escape. “Stop it,” he growls. I throw myself through the gap, scrambling wildly into my bedroom. I don’t look back. I crash past the fluffy cushion in the center of my room, my eyes locked o

☠︎~THE MONSTER~☠︎ (Hours Earlier) My cock is throbbing painfully as I think of Elena’s mouth sucking it with those full lips that sits pretty on her face. But it’s not her mouth that gets me twitching; it's the fear in her eyes when she caught me in the dark. My palms grip my dick harder. I stroke roughly, trying to come to the image of her imbibed in the rot of my mind, but the memories alone aren't having much effect on me. I used to come faster just by thinking of her, but tonight all attempts are proving futile. I pull out my cellphone and open my gallery. The first image that pops up is the one from last night. Elena’s full round breasts are staring at me with those hardened pink buds. I wish I’d taken them into my mouth and sucked on them until they turned a darker shade of red, flushed with need. My sexual appetite is strong. I have to jerk off to her name four times a day. At least. I’m afraid refraining from her and jerking off to her pictures no longer sustain me. I

I can’t believe it. Those eyes. I’m trapped in the blue depths of them, my mind desperately flipping through every face I’ve ever seen in my life, trying to figure out where I know him from. But it’s impossible. A man like this isn’t someone you forget. “Well? Are you going to keep staring at me, or are you going to tell me where I know you from?”“I’m sure you’d remember me if we’d met. I’ve been told I’m the type of man people hardly forget—especially women,” he says confidently, and a shiver runs down my spine.His voice. It vibrates in my chest, striking a weird, distant chord deep within my memory. It did something astonishing to me—something that sent heat curling low in my stomach and liquid pooling between my clenched thighs. God! I’m insufferable. Maybe I’m tripping, but why does he sound like… his voice has the same effect as the… no. There’s no fucking way this wonderful man sounds like that monster.This man looks like he belongs on the cover of a high-fashion magazine or

I don’t let the driver take me home immediately. I let him drive me to a mall so I can buy some gifts for my family. I know my mother likes expensive jewelry. I buy her a small silver bracelet. I get my grandma rose flowers to decorate her room with, and for Claire, I pick her small diamond earrings.I tell the cashier to wrap it up. I want to present it as a gift on her wedding day. I make my next stop at a restaurant and intentionally delay before returning to the car. The driver smiles at me.“Ready to go home now, Miss Beaumont?” he asks as if he senses my anxiety.I nod, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes. He opens the door for me. I step into the car, fold my arms across my laps and start to twist the ring on my finger. I bite my lower lip and twist the ring so hard all through the ride. The gravel crunches softly beneath the tires as we pull up to the estate. The sun has dipped fully below the horizon. The lawn is manicured as usual but the estate is well decora

Having him in front of me should make me run. It should send me flying out the exit into the cool night air. But the tequila has stripped away my fear, leaving behind a reckless hollow courage in my chest. Above the rim of his balaclava and beneath the shadow of his baseball cap, two piercing, icy-blue eyes lock onto mine. They’re cold and impeccably captivating. Lex? No, my drunk brain stammers. It can’t be. Lex is miles away. Lex wouldn't be standing in a trashy nightclub in the dark with this familiar scent lingering on him. He has a more ravishing fragrance. I know the scent the man in front of me is wearing. It’s identical to the one that has been haunting my dreams and keeping me awake at night in my room. I can't believe he followed me out here. Into another city. “You’re watching me,” I slur softly, leaning closer to him. “I think I might have to call the cops on you again. This is Atlanta, not Oregon. My family has power here. If I tell them a stalker followed me all the w