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The sex club smelled like sweat, cum, and leather. Sariah stood beside her husband, tight dress clinging to her thighs, panties already damp just from the moans echoing through the dim room. She wanted to feel something. Anything. Keon hadn’t touched her right in months. Their fucking had turned soft, forgettable—quick strokes, no filth, no hunger. She missed being wrecked. Screamed for. Fucked until her pussy gushed. A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her tits bouncing while some stranger slammed into her soaked cunt from behind.

My libido frosts over when I see who’s with him. On either side are two gorgeous girls with varied shades of blonde hair. They’re everything I’m not: tall, skinny, beautiful. My throat tightens at the perfection of them, and for a second I want to run out of here, but I hold steady. I’ve had three months to prepare, and I’m tough. I CAN DO THIS. Yeah, but you can’t compete with that, a mean voice whispers in my head.

I continued to express my emotions, taking it all out. “Just looking at you made my day. I felt I couldn't be much happier. I am so lucky to have you as my wife. I couldn't ask for more when I have you.” Grinning, I whispered. “I know You are tired of this game of obsession, aren't you? But, Don't you think that obsession is also a form of love? That I am crazy and obsessed with my Love? Don't you get it? You are my Eternal Obsession. Even the universe cannot take you away from me and me away from you. I am made for you and you for me. We both are each other's obsession. That's what we are. Different from others. That's why there's no couple like us.”

“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”

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

Everything about her was intentional. “He doesn’t look at people like us,” another voice replied, quieter. “You know that.” The first woman smiled anyway, unfazed. “Oh, please. Men always look. You just have to give them something worth seeing.” Her gaze darted briefly across the room, then landed on me for half a second too long. Then she adjusted her posture again, like she knew exactly how to be noticed. I looked back down at my file. “…it wouldn’t matter anyway,” the second voice added. “He’s already promised.”

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.