Novel & Cerita My Sweetest Obsession

“Let’s go.” The restaurant is a quiet Italian place that Rodney, one of Aubrey’s new security detail and my most trusted employee, suggested. He was right that the restaurant would not only be quiet but would have delicious food. Aubrey tries to order a salad and grilled fish, insisting that she can’t eat any of the rich pastas that are full of carbs and empty calories.

But he lifted his hands in surrender, laughing softly. “Forgive me. I just enjoy learning everything I can about people. A hobby, you could say.” For a moment, I didn’t react. I didn’t speak. Then slowly, a cold smile curved my lips as I leaned back against the seat. “You are right, I am obsessed ,” I said calmly. “I can’t live without her. I can’t bear the thought of her with another man. But the one thing I truly couldn’t bear…” My gaze darkened. “Is her hating me.”

The only favours he could taste were her tears. A salty sweetness… and they came with an aftertaste. Bitterness. That was what their first kiss tasted like. A painful Bittersweetness that carried more weight than the entire city itself. A kissed, filled with her pithiness for the word ‘Guilt’ and the taste of her pity.

I feel like dying! "Madam, can't you release the app? I want to use it now!"

“I watch you sleep and my chest aches with how much I need you breathing beside me. I’d burn the world down just to keep you safe. I’d kill a thousand times over if it meant waking up to your eyes on me.” “You’re not my captive, babygirl….. you’re my reason for existing. My wife. My everything. Please… let me show you how deep this goes. I’m obsessed, yes. Madly, dangerously so. But it’s love. Twisted, dark, all-consuming love that would destroy me if you left.” Tears stung my eyes. My heart raced so hard I felt dizzy. Part of me- the foolish, aching part wanted to give him that chance. To believe the sweet vulnerability in his voice, to let his obsession wrap around me like a dangerous embr

His expression darkens… beautifully, dangerously. “My darkest obsession,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine without fully kissing me, “is you.” And because he decides to let it sink in my head, he repeats, this time more deadly, more sensual, more dangerous.. “Elena, you're my darkest obsession.” Then he pulls my lips into his.

Their hands hovered over their mouths with pure excitement gleaming across their eyes. "You and Mr Nash are so cute. You both make me believe love is real." Julia spat. "I know right, Mr Nash is so much obsessed with her. I wish my boyfriend was that obsessed." Sophia added and suddenly I realized that obsession wasn't because he actually loved me. The person he is obssesed with is Emerald and he's doing this all for her. Why did I suddenly get happy at the thought of it? Why was I getting excited as the role of a replacement, what was I even doing anymore?

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him

"...Matt will not allow you to do this either." I think I might have said the wrong thing, because her expression seemed to harden at the mention of Matt. "Don't you dare mention his name again!" She hissed, her eyes flaring. She suddenly chuckled cruelly, "Oh dear, it appears you really do not know him that well, do you?" Her lips formed a sickenly sweet smile that was anything but innocent. "He would not allow this, sure. But only because he would rather put you through the hell himself. Just like he did before." She chuckled. "He is obsessed with you, and you know what obsession does to a person? It makes you run insane! That is what Matt is going through because of you." With those words

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.