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And I was going to discover exactly what that game was. My lip curled and I leaned in, brow low with intensity. Dominic Rossi had secrets. And I was going to burn every last one of them.

This was the point of no return. “He has a thing for... well, for breasts and the outside of a woman’s vagina. The labia,” I whispered the last word. “He gets completely fixated. The more you flaunt what you have, the more he’ll be disarmed. He won't be able to think straight. If you can make him forget I even exist, even for a second, I’ll have my answer.” Kim stared at me for a moment, and I braced for her to tell me I was crazy. Instead, she let out a slow, appreciative whistle.

“Jane is too dumb and probably not his type. He didn’t even see… do you think he saw me here?” “That’s your problem Kylie” Kate sighed. “What?” Max rushed to the library and saw Jane sitting and reading. He calmed his nerves and paced slowly to the book shelf. He grabbed a book and headed to the table. He placed the book on the table and sat quietly on the chair. “Hi” “Hi” Jane forced a smile on her face. Max opened the first page of the book and glared slowly at Jane. “Dead Affection, I guess” he decided to distract Jane.

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”

What do you think. Hope smiled a little through her tears. With a princess flag on top. Yes with the biggest princess flag he promised. Now close your eyes sweetheart. We are right here. We stayed with her for over an hour talking softly about happy things. Beach days and ice cream and the new baby brother coming soon. Slowly her breathing evened out and she fell back asleep between us. I looked across at John in the dim light. This is not just nightmares John I whispered. Someone is putting these ideas in her head. The obsession is reaching for the next generation. We cannot ignore it anymore.

“She was too eager. Too prepared. Almost… relieved.” He paused. “And Jenny herself — she looked completely unaware. Like someone who didn’t choose this marriage… but someone who was pushed into it.” Richard leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the desk lightly. A slow, calculated expression formed on his face. “Interesting,” he murmured. The atmosphere thickened. Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. “Continue,” he commanded.

A pull like a magnet, weak but just about perceptible. Caitlin opened her eyes and followed the pull as it led her to a shelf of dusty books. Her eyes skimmed across the spines, unable to read any of the languages. But then she saw one book in English and knew, deep inside of her, that she had found what she had been sent here for. She pulled the book down and a cloud of dust flew into the air. The book had clearly not been touched for centuries. She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin.

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.