All Chapters of FOURFOLD OBSESSION: Chained By Their Desires : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MIA'S POV The drive home was quieter than the drive there had been. I watched the city slide past the window for a while before I finally said something, mostly to fill the silence that had settled over the car since we'd left the mall. "That was strange. Seeing Oliver like that. So random." I found myself smiling slightly at the memory of him. "We used to study together in sixth form. He was the only person who could actually get me to focus." I let my head fall back against the seat. "He had this thing where he'd time our breaks with his phone — five minutes exactly — and if I went over, he'd confiscate my snacks until I got back to work." A small laugh escaped me. "It used to drive me mad. I miss it, honestly. Having someone who kept me on track like that." "Sounds like a good system." Finn's eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, his hands steady on the wheel, but his voice had gone shorter than usual — clipped in a way that wasn't like him at all. "You okay?" "Fine." The ans

MIA'S POV The drive back was quieter than the one there, but it was a different kind of quiet — not tense, just tired, the stillness that settles after a night spent bracing for something that never fully arrived. Warren drove ahead of us the whole way, his taillights a steady red point in the dark. Theo kept both hands on the wheel, glancing at me sideways every few minutes, like he was checking I was still there. "You okay?" he asked eventually. "I don't actually know," I admitted. "Tonight was a lot." "It was." He didn't offer anything else, but he didn't need to. Sitting in that silence with him felt easier than it had any right to, given how the evening had ended. The house was lit up when we pulled into the driveway, every downstairs window glowing. I hadn't even shut the car door behind me before Finn appeared on the front steps, like he'd been standing there waiting. "You're back." He came down the steps two at a time. "How was it? Did Marcus try to feed you something

MIA'S POV The second his lips hit mine, the world around us just... stopped. The noise of the crowd, the smell of burnt rubber and gasoline, the shouting of the racers—it all blurred into a dull hum. All I could feel was Sebastian. He didn't just kiss me; he claimed me. It was a desperate, starving kind of kiss, like he’d been dying of thirst and I was the only drop of water in a desert. I let out a small, broken whimper into his mouth, my hands flying up to clutch at the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer until there wasn't a single millimeter of air between our bodies. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through my chest, and his hands slid from my shoulders to the small of my back, crushing me against him. I could feel the hard line of his cock pressing right against my thigh, stiff and demanding, and the feeling sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my core. He pulled back for a fraction of a second, his forehead resting against mine, both of us pantin

MIA'S POV My mother stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me, tears streaming freely down her face — happy tears, the kind that came from somewhere deep and overwhelmed, the kind I hadn't seen from her in longer than I could remember. I ran to her without thinking, and the moment her arms closed around me, everything else in that house went quiet. She held on tighter than I expected, her hand coming up to press against the back of my head the way she used to when I was small and upset about something too big for words. "Let me look at you," she said finally, pulling back just far enough to hold my face between both hands. Her thumbs brushed my cheekbones, slow, like she was checking I was real. "How have you been? Truly. Not the version you'd put in a text." "Truly? Some days good. Some days a lot." It was the most honest answer I could give her without giving her everything. "I've missed you more than I let myself admit." "I missed you every single day." Her voice cr

MIA'S POV I went straight up after breakfast, needing to be somewhere that belonged entirely to me for a while. I showered longer than I needed to, letting the water run hot until the tightness in my shoulders finally started to ease, and dressed in something plain and comfortable — jeans, a soft sweater, nothing that felt like it was performing for anyone. I didn't tell anyone I was leaving. I just took my coat, slipped out the side door, and walked until the house was small behind me and the noise of everything that had happened that morning felt, for the first time all day, like it belonged to someone else. I ended up at a small café a few streets over, one I'd noticed from the car but never actually been inside, and ordered something I didn't particularly want just to have a reason to sit down. I was halfway through it, staring out the window at nothing, when a voice cut through my thoughts. "You're going to stare a hole through that glass." I looked up. A girl about