Novel & Cerita His Secret Obsession Book

He stopped himself, jaw tight, like the confession had gotten away from him faster than he intended. "Say it," she said softly. "Whatever you were about to say." "It isn't rational," he said, low. "I know that. I know obsession isn't the same as love, and I've been careful not to confuse the two in front of you, because you deserve better than a boy who can't tell the difference. But since the courtyard on your first morning, I have not been able to stop tracking where you are, who you're with, whether you're safe, down to an hour I can account for. It isn't a choice I make each day. It's simply what I do now. What I've done since before either of us understood why."

She knew exactly how much he loves his coffee. "You can go," he said but she remained motionless. He raised his brow as he stared at her. "What do you want?" The secretary smiled seductively as she moved closer to him, she sat on his table, facing him directly. She spread her legs wide, revealing her black lacy panty as she twirled her hair in her hand seductively. "Like what you see?" She bit her lips slowly. Charles chuckled as he stared between her legs, he wouldn't lie that she looked good but then, he doesn't do his employees.

"Come on, Sebastian. You can trust me. I won't stop until I uncover your little secret." Sebastian's resolve wavered, a mixture of amusement and anticipation evident on his face. With a resigned sigh, he retrieved the hidden object from behind his back and extended it towards Hailee, his eyes meeting hers in an intense gaze. Hailee's breath hitched as she beheld the exquisite bookmark, intricately designed and tailored to suit her taste. Its delicate craftsmanship spoke volumes, whispering of the care and thought that had gone into its creation. Her fingers grazed the smooth surface, tracing the patterns with reverence.

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

Emma's breath caught in her throat when she saw the man in the CEO'S office. It was Chris. Or maybe she was mistaken? Maybe she was thinking too much about how great the sex was that she was beginning to see Chris everywhere. She told herself as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before opening them again. Seated behind the massive desk, sleek suit perfectly tailored, eyes lifting from his laptop—and freezing when they locked with hers. Shock flickered across his face and then recognition. It was the girl from the bar. The one that had left after giving him the best sex of his life.

With him occupied, I pulled out the book I had managed to slip away from the library. The title ‘MINE’ was embossed in gold, though the letters were slightly worn as if they had been traced a thousand times. I opened the first page, expecting a ledger or a cold list of assets. Instead, I found a confession. The handwriting was sharp, elegant, and heavy with intent, like a chronicle of an obsession. Page after page, the author described a woman with a poetic, almost frightening reverence. He wrote about the way her hair caught the morning light, the specific, melodic pitch of her laugh, and the way she tasted like summer rain and secrets.

Carlos said. As they walked back through the silent halls, Carlos couldn't help but feel like a god. He had Miguel in one hand, falling deeper into a fictional obsession every night at the club. He had Inés in the other, trapped by a debt she thought was a secret, living a double life that was slowly destroying her soul.

The night was only beginning, and already, the line between loyalty, lust, and secrets was razor thin. Matt raised his glass, oblivious to the undercurrent. “To family,” he said cheerfully, and I forced a smile, though inside, I was trapped in the dangerous orbit of a man who shouldn’t be mine, and a secret that could shatter everything. "And Adrian," Matt grinned obviously. "Do invite your mysterious lady to dinner one of these days, it would be nice to finally meet her."

It sounded more like the end of a conversation she'd been having with herself for years. She didn't elaborate. She didn't give me a single detail, and it was entirely obvious she was hiding something major about the past. But seeing the tight, pained look in her eyes, I knew I couldn't push her. I swallowed the rest of my questions down and quietly closed the album, letting the mystery hang heavily between us. Later that night, I was sitting at my desk, trying to force my mind back into an economic textbook. The house was dark, and the quiet rejection from my mother's conversation was still weighing heavily on my mind.

I carried her to the kitchen counter, bent her over, and fucked her from behind until her legs gave out and her moans reverberated throughout my apartment. She turned to slap me but I caught her wrist and licked her palm, then kissed her knuckles. “I’m not done writing you,” I whispered. And then I dropped to my knees behind her. Because fiction doesn’t come back for more, but obsession? Obsession writes sequels.