I'm The Obsession Of My Cold-hearted Ex Novels & Stories

Heather blurted. “He’s a devil” “He’s always been a devil” “Why is he keeping you that locked up? What does he have with you?” “The company” “The company? Is that the blackmail you are talking about?” “That’s not really a blackmail, it’s a philanthropy and it’s also a decision you made for yourself and you can retrieve everything back only if you asks for help” “You have Sophia and I” Heather prattled and exhaled. “I don’t want you to be part of any of this, it’s full of melancholy”

I say, giving up, I know that if I say anything back, she'll start talking non-stop. My mother says goodbye and we end the call, I feel silly and go to go back to my room. Allison is driving me crazy, I never thought that such a small woman could be so bold, she's pretty and I have to admit that, she's got a nice ass and nice tits, even though she's wearing a lot of clothes because it's cold I've noticed her body, at the fair I could appreciate her body and the truth is that when she gets nervous I get fucking horny, I've always liked women who are calm and more modest and I've only fucked myself up because of that, my ex-wife is the greatest example of how being too affectionate and patient

Her wet locks appearing from under her scarf. He could feel emotions stirring in him as his gaze lingered on her sleeping form. He liked his inhumane and cold self more. When he cared less about anything but his obsession. As he let the coldness take over his eyes again. The grey hue darkened as his expressions went steely. He bent down to place a kiss on her forehead before caressing his thumb there, "sleep well, little lady," He had been so far from her for a long time. And now, he couldn't contain himself for touching her, exploiting her sexually for his desires. As now came the right time to claim her truly in all senses. When she considered himself nothing but a possession of his.

Adrian 's grip tightened around the stem of his wine glass, his voice a mixture of desperation and frustration, "Obsession… Obsession...No Obsession, I don't know what's the problem with all of you. Did I kidnap you? Tortured you? No right? I am being patient with you. I want you to reciprocate my feelings. I touch you cause I have already claimed you. Today or tomorrow you will be mine. So what's the problem? Jane, you don't understand. I can't bear the thought of you with someone else. I want you all to myself. I need you to belong to me, body and soul."

Hated how she could walk into a room and disrupt years of carefully built control. Most of all I hated how I still noticed things. I hated how I still get affected by her. I hated all of it. My phone vibrated beside me. I glanced at it: R-17 / Black Gate / 03:00 My entire body went still. The warmth from the whiskey vanished instantly. I closed my eyes briefly. One problem after another. One headache after another. One betrayal after another. I hurled the empty whiskey glass across the room. The crash echoed through the penthouse.

Damn, I bet she’s sweet down there. This is not me. I don’t allow a woman to invade my mind, and especially not my heart. My ex, Lisa, taught me a good lesson in that department. Now I pick up a woman for a night, give us both pleasure to die for, and have them leave once I’m finished. Many would say that makes me a cold-hearted bastard. They may be right, but I’m an honest, cold-hearted bastard.

“Camden knew from the start that I wasn’t you, so it’s not my fault that the deal fell through. You owe me a replacement! “I-I should get Trevor Mynard in return! I’ll conquer him without a hitch!” The mention of his name stopped me in my tracks, and a knowing smirk tugged at my lips. “Sure. He’s yours.” Thank goodness. I’d had enough of Trevor’s obsession with being right all the time.

It disappeared almost as soon as I noticed it. My heart skipped a beat. “John,” I whispered turning back toward the bed. He stirred and sat up. “What is it baby?” I looked back out the window but the light was gone. The beach was empty again. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks after everything we had been through. But deep down I knew better. Somewhere out there in the shadows someone was still watching. The obsession that started on that summer vacation had created ripples far beyond Victor Kane. Someone new was carrying it forward.

I took a photo of er sleeping in my lap. Added it to the file. Then I sat there in her apartment planning the next phase. I looked down at her sleeping face. La mia ossessione. My obsession. My prize. My perfectly constructed trap. And she’d walked into it beautifully.

“You really think your little love for Cameron will save you?” My chest tightened at the mention of his name. “No. It doesn’t save me. But it gives me reason. Reason to survive. Reason to get back up, even when I can barely move. Reason to make sure you regret this.” “You’re obsessed,” he muttered, shaking his head like it explained everything. “Obsession will get you killed.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Then maybe I deserve it. But at least I’m not the one hurting someone else to feel powerful.”