My Secret Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

Just the two of us smiling, tangled up in stolen kisses, moments that felt like forever. But the second folder? “Obsessiom”—marked with a red heart. That one was filled with the photos I never meant to show anyone. Shots of her in her quietest, rawest moments. Making coffee in my shirt. Sleeping with her lips parted in the pantry, cheeks flushed, skin glowing under bad office lighting. She had no idea how many nights I spent scrolling through those images like a man starved. She doesn’t even realize it—I’ve been obsessed. Every photo, every angle, every second she’s within reach, I’m memorizing her like I’ll never get to touch her again.

The tension built up and she was beyond bothered. “Damn,” Michael whispered to himself as he watched the closed door. He was beyond aroused. He thought that he was the only one, but it turns out, his little secretary was also on the brink of surrender. Michael smiled at the thought, he would definitely enjoy himself. He would never have thought that it was possible to feel the intensity he felt, and he’s never even touched her yet. “Maybe someday…” he whispered to himself with a smirk.

I focus on their voices, their faces, desperate to keep the image of the other woman out of my mind. But the obsession is like cancer, spreading in the back of my brain. Is she thinking of me? Is she counting the minutes? My dick remains a traitor, ready to betray me at any moment. It throbs, a reminder that the only true relief, the only real connection, is miles away in that secret mansion. I am here, giving my family a performance of love, but my heart, my need, belongs to Lana. It is during dessert, as I am feeding Isabella tiny bites of pasta and watching Gianna tell a ridiculous story about a dragon, that my phone vibrates.

A camera followed them into the room as well. With a look of defeat on her face, she looked at Selena and said, "C-Chloe, I didn't mean it. I bought the camera in a moment of confusion and put it in the peephole of my door to secretly record all of you. I then edited the video to frame you all …" Her words sounded like they were rehearsed. Selena spoke at Joey's signal. "I noticed that your second-hand trading account is about to sell the latest bag from Milleu. That bag is unattainable even with money. You need connections, right?"

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

He was about to snap at his bodyguard to drive fast when he remembered the tablet on the chair beside him. He stretched his hand and picked it up. He flipped it open and unlocked it. He could see all the cameras connected to the tablet on surveillance. A quick zoom here and there,he was able to conclude that there was no one in the suite with her. He heaved a huge sigh inaudibly and clicked on the bedroom camera. His heart missed more than several beats. She was scantily and deliciously clad in a very sexy blue lingerie. She was holding the headboard while putting her ass on display while twerking.

EARLIER I can't leave her alone at a time like this, not even when she wants to. SABRINA POV Have I ever mentioned before that I have a sweet tooth? and everything there on the try in front of me was everything I needed in life! Cakes, tarts, coffee, doughnuts! This is heaven!! Though everything here is my favorite, still I couldn't get my mind away from Seleb and Isaac. To be honest I'm much more relieved now that I know that they are not some kind of mafia but government agents. I feel much more secured now.

He had locked the door and strictly instructed his secretary not to allow anyone inside or disturb us for any reason. Still, when I finally walked out, trying to fix my hair and compose myself, his secretary looked at me with knowing eyes. That smirk, that glance, I feel like she knew exactly what had happened behind those closed doors. After that, I could barely look her in the eye whenever Theo summoned me to his office. But I had to admit, the risk, the secrecy, and the filthiness of it all made it so incredibly thrilling and exciting.

“I thought—God, Nate, I thought I lost you.” My chest tightened. My heart raced. “You didn’t.” My voice was small. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the machine’s beeping. Finally, I whispered, “Why? Why do you even care this much if I’m just your… secret?” His jaw worked. His eyes glistened. “Because you’re not just my secret. You’re—” He stopped, swallowed hard. “You’re the only real thing in my life. And I can’t lose that.”

“Because I’m never letting you go. This is our secret. No one else gets to have you.” Later that night in our room, we grinded against each other under the covers slow, desperate, hands roaming while we tried not to make noise. His obsession was deepening mine every single day. And I was starting to love every risky second of it.