My Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

“It was nothing—it was just childish—” “Childish?” He took a step toward her. Her back instinctively pressed against the door. “That doesn’t look childish to me,” Luca said quietly. His eyes dropped briefly—to the diary in his hand. Then back to her. “It looks like obsession.” The word hung in the air. Heavy. Unavoidable. Sofia’s lips parted, but no words came out. Because he wasn’t wrong. And that terrified her more than anything. “I was a kid,” she whispered finally, her voice barely audible. “I didn’t understand what I was feeling. I thought it would go away.”

I came with a broken moan, my walls convulsing around my fingers as fresh slick gushed down my hand. But even as the orgasm faded, the curiosity remained. How long until Damien uncovered the truth? How would he react when he realized the woman he was obsessed with was the ghost of the omega his brother had murdered? And how much longer could I keep fighting the pull before I lost myself completely in the man I was supposed to destroy? The secret network was growing stronger in the shadows. Damien’s obsession was deepening with every passing day. And I stood in the center of it all , wet, conflicted, and more curious than ever about how this dangerous game would finally end.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently before he finally spoke in a rough, unfamiliar voice. "My love... that's not true. I didn't do it. They were lying. I didn't do it, I swear." He slowly stood and approached her, desperately trying to justify something Iris didn't even understand. But when she noticed emotions on his usually cold face... Maybe madness. Maybe obsession. She wanted to run. Immediately. She turned around and hurried toward the door. Memories that didn't belong to her flashed through her mind, mirroring exactly what was happening now. "No, wait, Iris! Please!!"

It was my engagement, after all. He noticed immediately. *"Where's—"* he stopped himself. *"Where's Diana?"* *"Her boss didn't send her,"* I said quietly. *"He thinks I was calling her just to pass time. And that you have no reason to need her."* *"Tch."* He clicked his tongue before pulling out his phone. He dialed without hesitation. *"Mr. Hayden,"* he said coldly. *"Send your secretary down. Now. I'm waiting. And it's not like you do much work anyway. You can manage on your own for a day. I need your secretary for the entire day."*

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

~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.

I slowly walk to my bed and pick up my phone. “Hello, my secretary and I won’t be attending the meeting scheduled for this evening. Thank you.” I hang up, starting to undress. Meadow. Meadow was the only thing I could think about. Was she okay? Was she crying? Should I go check on her? She was slowly taking over my subconscious. She was intoxicating. Watching her speak with so much authority and confidence, sexy. The way she kept her eyes on me while addressing debby, addictive. This was slowly turning to an obsession. I wanted to be the only one to make her cry, cry out of need, out of lust. I wanted to be only one that could break her and build her back up.

It's a rhythmic gesture that might lull me into sleep if I watch it for too long. “Would you like me to ask you in the most extravagant way possible? If you let me out…” “No,” I snap. “Come on, this is a secret you really want to know, because it involves you, and your precious little Cal. I don't know why you're so obsessed with him, though,” T days, completely changing the subject in the middle of the sentence. It works on me though. I sigh. “I'm not obsessed with him. Especially not after all this.”

Obsession doesn’t announce itself with sirens. It seeps in quietly, like water under a locked door, until the floor you stand on warps and bends beneath you. For Rose, it began with little things. A text at odd hours, not of endearment but of command. Don’t go in tonight. Meet me instead. Wear the black dress.