Her Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

Nico had no right to decide what I wore, where I went, or which man looked at me. “I’ll wear it,” I said. Shelly smiled triumphantly. “I knew there was a dangerous woman hiding beneath those office sweaters.” While I changed, she searched through my jewellery. I was applying mascara when she opened the wardrobe drawer containing the black Contini box. “What’s this?” I moved faster than I intended and closed the drawer beneath her hand. “Nothing.” Shelly looked at me through the mirror. Curiosity appeared on her face, but she must have noticed the panic in mine because she stepped back.

Shoving her way out into the cool, open air of the world, she looked back at her apartment. The clock appeared in her mind, calling to her. She knew this was the start of an obsession, she could feel it in her bones. Maybe after she finished fixing it, she would keep it for a few days, just to properly enjoy it before giving it back. Backing down the driveway, it was on her mind so much that her eyes tricked her into thinking it was watching her go from her bedroom window.

I narrowed my eyes at him, watching as he stood up and let out a groan, "can you take me to that girl? I nodded, standing up as well. I then began walking in the direction of the basement with him following me quietly and closely behind. After a few more steps, I opened the mental door, revealing the girl who was sitting on a chair with her eyes closed, her head thrown back and soft snores coming out from her. Maybe I left her out there for too long? "Athena?" The name flew out of Alessio's mouth which made me furrow my brows in confusion. He walked towards her, taking rather large steps, "fucking hell," he breathed out once he was standing right in front of her, "is she dead?"

I had to know. I packed every cloth I could lay my hands on and some shoes, a few hundred dollars in cash and ran down the stairs, I grabbed the keys from the driver and hightailed it out of the mansion. I had to know one thing: who exactly is his secret obsession?

~Hermes~ This has to be some kind of joke. Just moments ago, I’d received the most mind-blowing blow job of my life—from my secretary, my ex secret affair. The one who’d left me for my friend. And now? She wants to keep all of this a secret. And… God. I want to obey her. Not just because there’s a very tangible reward waiting for me later, but because I want to obey her. Every nerve in me screams it.

"You gonna tell her to keep away from the guy?" "I did." "Bang-up job so far," Niccolo muttered with a sarcastic thumbs-up. "You bring her back to New York, and then what? You're gonna get serious with her? Ask her to marry you?" I shut my tired, stinging eyes and reclined on the couch, the bottle of pills in my hand ready and waiting to be emptied. "The fuck do you want me to say?" "Just saying...your mother's no stranger to your father's obsession with collecting young mistresses. But, twenty years later and she's still with him." Niccolo pulled a face. "I just don't get how and why some women put up with that shit."

A mysterious aura seemed to emanate from her, shrouding her in an aura of enigmatic beauty and untamed passion. The room buzzed with frenzied whispers, the air crackling with anticipation and curiosity. Jack was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached the crystalline epicenter of attention. There, in that moment, he was overcome by an overwhelming mixture of uncertainty and longing.

**FLASHBACK** Despite knowing Mason Brooks does not feel anything for her, she is hesitant to visit his office because she is still obsessed with him. She planned to visit his office because she had heard about his secretary's absence, which presented an opportunity for her to satisfy her long-standing cravings. She sneaked around until she got to his office's first entrance. Although she did not need to sneak before because she is also a staff member of Mason but not from Ooks group, seeing her here will raise suspicions and rumors. She had almost opened the door when she heard footsteps approaching the office, heels clicking gently on the ground. Her heart shattered as she quickly found a

To own it. From that night on, she started watching him differently. Every glance, every word, every breath around him carried the echo of that night. She wasn’t supposed to see what she saw. But what began as an accident turned into an obsession she could never shake off. Days turned into weeks, and Isabella learned to hide her thoughts behind polite smiles and efficient work. She had become the perfect assistant, always calm, always composed, always one step ahead of Sebastian’s needs. But beneath that poise lived a storm she didn’t let anyone see.

It takes everything in me not to reveal myself. I tune out her sweet, breathless moans, and focus on the reason I’m here. To show her the monster she had willingly run to. She has a habit of flinging her shoes the second she gets home. She does exactly the same thing in Sanigao’s room. I watch his pants and boxers fall to the floor. “Ohhh,” Elena gasps. “Are we doing that… are we fucking right now?” “If you want me to be your plus one, then yes.”