Her Obsession. Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

She informed him and immediately ran away. She walked quickly out of his sight, he admired her and her fright for him only made him more interested in her, he was the type of man who loved to dominate and subdue his woman and just like he had hoped he had found his type of girl but there was one thing he thought was missing. Dasha could barely think straight after her encounter with the hot stranger, she had submitted her project and went for class. Even in class her mind traced back to his smile and his voice.

"Sir, it's 8:01." "I said what I said." I closed my eyes for exactly half a second. Right. Okay. We're doing this. I walked to the side table, set down his coffee no sugar, extra strong, because that's how he took it and I had long since stopped questioning his life choices and placed it precisely where he'd reach for it without looking. He always reached for it without looking. Only then did he glance up. His hand wrapped around the mug and something in the set of his jaw shifted barely, almost imperceptibly the way it always did after the first sip.

*** I don’t know when obsession replaced curiosity. Maybe it was the night she danced with some son of a banker while I watched from the shadows, fingers clenched in my pocket. Maybe it was the first time I heard her laugh and wanted to burn the world to be the cause of it. Or maybe it had always been there quiet, dormant, waiting to consume me. All I know is, the day I first saw her was the day everything started. Not the war. Not the marriage deal. Not the hatred. Something deeper. Something irreversible.

“Until the end… and beyond.” The obsession had become something greater than life itself.

In fire. In something that challenges her. Breaks her. Remakes her. And I’m going to be the one who does it. Whether she wants me to or not. Because obsession? It doesn’t ask permission. It takes. And I’m done waiting. "Get me her class log in school. I'm done waiting."

I wanted to have her again and again till she wouldn’t be able to feel anything but me inside of her, but something in me couldn’t do it, not even after the little runaway stunt she pulled earlier and it was almost impossible to think that the girl I had my eyes on for years was finally here, and I couldn’t fuck her till my obsession was over. It was a wonder how a girl like her could get my attention, how a girl like her could give me sleepless nights. It wasn’t love, of course not; I am not capable of that; it was a twisted, dark obsession. I thought being with her once would end it, but it didn’t. Something in me was twisted, and it wanted her. I was not her little savior, maybe quite the

Rune’s POV That night, I couldn’t resist. I had to watch her again. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore; it had become something far deeper than that. An obsession. Obsession that is more than just physically having her in my bed. I NEED to watch her. It didn’t matter how much I fought it or tried to pretend otherwise. Every time I turned away, every time I thought I could take a break from her, the pull only grew stronger. As I brought up the feed and watched her through the small screen, a strange sensation twisted in my chest. It was as if I were missing something, something essential that I couldn't quite define.

“I’m not after the boy or you, it’s just… “Oh really? And you want me to believe that?” “You didn’t invite me for the dress design did you? You only invited me so I can became your slave who you can easily have sex with any time you want and pay her off with some dollars? Well I’m rich now and my libido is dead” she bawled again. “I am rich too and trust me, you are not taking this boy away from me” “No! No! Yeah that’s it” “That’s what?” “I want us to start all over” he said and Heather chuckled.

He wanted to see her blue eyes so closely. He had missed her. He so wanted to hug her badly. After almost loosing her, he vowed to never let her out of his sight. He vowed to protect her and put his life on the line for her. That's how much he loved her. He could be kind for her, he could kill for her. His love had madness in it. It had both passion and Obsession in it.