All Chapters of His Hidden Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The man doesn’t notice me until I emerge from the deepest shadows, halting just a few feet away from the stream of light cast by an overhead, flickering bulb. He turns and stares at me as if I’m an ant. He doesn’t know that I’m the boogeyman about to become his worst nightmare.“Who the fuck are you, buddy?” He waves me off, trailing sloppy kisses down her neck. My fist clenches so hard, my nails dig into my palm. I’m not his buddy. I wonder why he thinks I am. Would his buddy enjoy ripping off his head? Goddamn, I’m itching for the thrill again. The rapture of the hunt. It’s been a few hours already but I need more. There's still a body back at my place. But I need blood. I came here tonight with the intention of watching Elena. I’m not prepared for this. She’s my bad habit. My favorite thing to watch. I observe for a second, calculating how to resolve this crisis without putting my Little Bird in harm’s way.“Want to take a turn, big guy?” he asks. “You’ll take your turn after I’m

My eyes snap open to a ceiling I know too well. It’s my bedroom in my family’s mansion. Suddenly, my head bangs. It feels like a hammer was thrown from a cliff and lands straight on top of my head. I try to shift and now my head feels like it’s being split open with an axe. Jesus!I grab my head from both sides, squeezing my eyes shut as the crack shoots through my skull, matching the throbbing ache in my thighs. A sickening heat surges from my stomach straight up my throat. I barely make it to the edge of the bed before I heave, vomiting bile and stale alcohol onto the hardwood floor.My whole body shakes uncontrollably. The bruised soreness pulsing between my thighs makes me wince. Every muscle in my lower back feels pulled and thoroughly used. I press my palms to my throbbing temples, trying to piece the night together.What happened? Think Elena. Think.I remember the fight at dinner. I remember running out of the house. I remember the flashing neon lights of a club, order after o

I stare at her in disbelief and turn toward the front door. I need to get out of here. I don’t care where I go. I don’t care if I end up sleeping in my car. I just need to get away from this house before I say something I can never take back. And from the look of it, I’ve said enough already.“Elena! Don’t go.” Grandma’s voice follows me. I keep walking as fast as I can. “Mi amor, please. Don’t leave like this.”“Please, Grandma. Let me go.”She hurries after me. “You’re upset. Just give me a moment to—”“No.”“Elena—”“I said no!”I hear her breathing heavily, trying to keep up with my furious pace. Everyone has followed us into the hallway now. “Let her go,” my mother says, her voice completely devoid of guilt. “Let the delirious brat run! She always does this.”“She’s right, Grandma, just let her leave,” Claire agrees. “Shut up, all of you!” Grandma shouts back at them.I stop in my tracks. She reaches out, her trembling fingers catching my arm. “Elena, please. Don't leave like t

I force myself to take another bite of food, but I barely taste the flavour. My mind is everywhere except at the dining table.Why is Lex touching me like this? Why does he seem so comfortable playing this role? And why the hell does my body react to him like he isn’t a stranger?The questions scream in my head. He appeared out of nowhere on the plane. He rejected me more than once. And now he’s sitting in my home, claiming me in front of the people who have spent my entire life breaking me down—and making them cringe in fear.Why is he doing this? There has to be a catch. He wants something. But what could he possibly want from me? My body? He didn't seem interested yesterday. But now he acts like he can't keep his hands off me. Or is this his way of getting revenge because I accidentally touched his dick on the plane?My stomach twists with an ache between my legs—a deep, bruised soreness that flares as his fingers press into my inner thigh. My mind flashes back to last night. The h

By afternoon, the mansion looks nothing like it did in the morning. People are practically everywhere. Florists carry enormous arrangements through the entrance. Workers climb ladders to hang decorations. Someone is arguing about table arrangements in the dining room. Music plays softly somewhere upstairs while staff move furniture around. The entire house smells like fresh flowers. The wedding after-party will be held here. The wedding itself isn't even until Saturday. This is just Tuesday. But since it’s Claire’s wedding celebration, everything has to be perfect before the big day. I sit on one of the couches in the sitting room, watching everything unfold. Lex is across from me. He’s been there for hours, talking to Nathan. Nathan looks nervous. Every time I look up, Lex is already looking at me. I quickly look away.I still haven’t told him about the bathroom. Or the vomiting. Or the fact that sitting beside him this morning triggered memories I’d rather bury. He hasn’t asked. M