Obsession Women Novels & Stories

Dante said to Elena, leading her toward the grand staircase. "How many?" Elena asked as they ascended. "How many what?" "Women. In your harem." Dante shot her a cold look. "They serve various purposes. Some are companions, some are connections to business associates, and some are simply decorative. All are compensated well for their time and discretion." "And Victoria?" His jaw tightened. "Victoria has been a trusted associate for three years." "Associate," Elena repeated with a bitter laugh. "Is that what you call the woman warming your bed?"

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

However, listening to their conversation just crushed that thought. After a few hours, which felt like an eternity for her, Amelia and the other women who were seemingly of the same age as her, finally bid farewell to each other. When it was all just her and Amelia left, her employer made a disgusted face and acted like she wanted to vomit. "Those ladies are just uncultured swine covered with expensive clothing. It is so obvious that they were just sugar babies brought by their old sugar daddies. Gross," she spat as she strutted her way out of the dining hall.

Sarah said and Emma nodded. "I know Sarah but I can't fall into the risk of getting pregnant especially by him! No way Sarah. Don't worry everything's going to be fine. I just want him to set his eyes on someone else and then he might forget me" Emma could only hope but she was clearly wrong as she was his passion. His obsession. His drug and his will to live. Without her in his life, Damien wouldn't be able to bear it and might hurt everyone around him.

she winked at me “Oh I see” I said mockingly “You haven’t see him have you? Chica don’t you read the news or blogs or juicy gossip websites, you need these information to thrive in this stock market world” she said leaning back “I do read and educate myself on happenings not just on CEOs I said smiling “Well this CEO is hot, sexy and single as fuck, he might have had a fling or two but nothing serious” Dawn replied “Girl you are delusional to think he would fall for you”

It doesn't even hurt much than seeing him standing undisturbed while his best friend hits me. He has always defended me before now. What changed? I guess his obsession for fame ruined all the love we've built together, perhaps, the one I've struggled to build while he does nothing but chase his top priority which is his career. "How dare you call me names!" The shameless vixen bickers, grabbing my hair in a fist. My scalp hurts and now I wince on pain. I'm not so strong but Zoey is an intimidating she-wolf — she's tall, pretty and has a nice shape.

Everything feels complete to Adrian. I don't even feel attracted to women any more. They don't turn me on. Of course, I have a lot of women blowing up my phone with apology messages. They are the women I used to fuck before and now I don't feel any fucking attraction towards them. They feel they must have done something wrong, since I don't call them anymore. I don't bother to reply to the messages and just click on Block.

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.

Callahan pushed the door wide, smiling gently at the woman following him but stopping at the doorway. My jaw dropped, probably to the ground of this building. If she were Dr. Preston, then I found the most stunning woman alive. She was indeed a sex goddess, wearing Sweet Temptation’s newest design of lingerie. My eyes fluttered in admiration at her super curvy body, and I got stuck looking at her probably 40D size bra. She was… perfect… but why meet the doctor in a lingerie? Then, there were little monsters inside my body, eating my heart away. Suddenly, I wanted to question heaven for not blessing every woman with the same breast size.

He had always made it like a song to her ears that John cheated, and she needed to see reasons to stop being obsessed with him, but one thing he failed to realize is that everyone is entitled to making mistakes and thus, they should all be given a second chance to rekindle their mistakes and this chance, she has given to John since he only seems to have made the mistake once. Obsessed? That was Alexander's terms when it comes to anything that has to do with her relationship with John. She still cannot find reasons why Alexander had decided to kindle the relationship she had with John as just some obsession she has for him. What was wrong with being obsessed? She loved him and so she got obse