Obsession Escaping My Ex Novels & Stories

"Do not ever call my name,for your information,I won't give you any Face cause you're not a member of this family so I can't bestow you the pleasure of being my in-law" Mr East,West's father clapped his hands and West's eyes shrieked backwards,wondering what next was going to happen. Surprised but yet-still not surprised,her eyes fell on the small suitcase that fell close to her toes, thrown by a maid. Blinking back her tears,West shook her head to clear her thoughts "Well,I just came to inform y'all...though you're not my family anymore,I just want to use this medium to say that I still got married today,Shawn didn't only get engaged and freed from our bondage called relationship,I got marr

But she remembered one thing clearly: When she’d asked, “What about tomorrow?” And he’d said, “I’ll still want you. Even if you still hate me.” Her stomach twisted. She reached for her coffee. Then opened I*******m like an idiot. The post hit her like a punch. Layla Williams – @LaylaLuxe_ Selfie. Full glam. Caption glowing with curated heartbreak. “Starting over is hard. But letting go of something toxic? That’s healing. #Separation #Freedom #NewChapter”

We both laughed, getting into our own business, forgetting the conference meeting we were to attend. "I love you, Eve and I'll forever love you. You're my life and joy. My Obsession, I can't do without you, forever." I said. "I love you too, Justin. Mr Obsession." She teased and we laughed.

“Does my life look like a game to you? I beg you to give up this crazy obsession” My tone had turned helpless, returning to its usual meek nature. Yelling things out with Nicklaus was never the answer. Sadly he once again misread meaning into my entire statement. “Obsession? That doesn’t sound too bad, does it? Quit this talk about staying away from me. If you try to avoid me I might just tie you up in my bed” Do my ears deceive me? My nightmares were starting to take form in reality. His words only fueled my desire to avoid him like the plague.

baby its our honeymoon and I am not gonna let you sleep without satisfying me tonight. I hardly managed to push him back and I went down and was standing in the kitchen. I was scared of him now. I didn't want to go back to his room. I wanted to go out and run away from there and I saw the keys and I ran towards the door and I was trying to unlock it and runaway as soon as possible.

I sat on the edge, stared at the floor, my thoughts spiraling. She was free now. Probably on the run. Plotting. Reconnecting with her ghosts. Making phone calls, slipping through cracks I hadn’t sealed. Because of me. Because I didn’t handle it right. Because I let things spiral. Because I didn’t just want control, I wanted her. That was the mistake. This wasn’t about dominance anymore. Not business. Not leverage. It was obsession. And obsessions made men stupid. James was right. She’s too wild for me.

I got up to recount it, pulling out the amount i’d included for intercourse and putting that back in my purse. I was in bed again when Oyin reemerged, looking composed, relaxed, and suavely dressed once more. To my surprise, he didn’t grab the cash and run. Instead, he sat down and leaned forward a little, clasping his hands. “Did you have any other questions I can help you with? Other concerns?” I thought for a moment, taking the offer seriously. How often would I have the benefit of such an expert? “Do you have any suggestions for getting myself off more effectively?”

I leaned back against the wall, dragging a hand down my face, the aftertaste of her still lingering on my skin. She can run. She can lie. But she’ll never escape me. Because my obsession for her wasn’t a choice. It’s a sickness. And I wasn’t planning to get better. ----------

“Wolfe, open this door! Why are you doing this?!” I screamed until my voice cracked and raw, my pleas chasing the fading echo of his footsteps down the hall. I shouted his name until the strength drained from my body, leaving me hollow. Defeated, I turned my back to the door and slid down its length, the polished wood scraping against my skin as I collapsed to the floor. The final, brutal truth settled in my bones. This wasn't love. It was a sickness, a dangerous obsession. And I needed to escape. Before my three days were up.

I had to forget about her, even for a single night I had to get away from this madness. Later that night I was in a packed club with sweat and heat in the air, neon lights flickering and music thumping like a heartbeat. Earlier, I had called a friend who was one of my go-to ways to decompress when the demands of my obsession and the family business became too much to bear. I wanted to be myself tonight but then Eve wasn't here and so I had to get a prostitute to satisfy my urge and not to satisfy my urge but to let go of some things.