Obsessive Ex 소설 & 이야기

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

Perhaps, a few days away from her was going to do the trick. He felt a shiver run through him as something warm encompassed his cock. He looked down to see Leila working him vigorously with her mouth. He growled dangerously and grabbed her auburn hair pulling her backwards. His cock fell out of her mouth and stood at attention. His eyes flashed as he looked down at her from his lofty position. "I fucking told you to be obedient and only do as I say." He told her and growled at her furiously. It wasn't that he wasn't pleased with the way she had done, what he feared most was that he was going to get used to her. And that was the last thing he wanted.

Kim stammered while explaining. " It's your fault she stayed up all night. If you had come back home early for once or behaved like a normal human being would have behaved none of this would have happened. Make sure that nothing happens to her or else you will hear it for me and that's a promise" an old lady walked out for my room glaring at him angrily.

Daniel walked into the room and he couldn't figure out what was going on with him. He couldn't put his finger on it and it frustrated him. He paced the room, feeling restless and agitated. In a fit of anger, he slammed his hand on the expensive glass table and made his way to the mirror. He stared at his reflection, trying to make sense of what he was feeling. "This is not like me. What is happening? I don't understand." He said as he shrugged his shoulders. Daniel grabbed his phone and sat on the bed, but still, he couldn't get hold of himself.

The most expensive in all of Russia. "Look at me" Orders said person and without preamble places his hand on my chin. When doing so, a current runs through my entire body and it forces me to close my eyes. That touch... I feel an internal battle to open my eyes, since I feel how the person details me with obvious care. "Open your eyes" I don't know why, but this time I have the need to open my eyes, as if this person had influence on me and made me give in to all his orders.

RIVER How do you feel when someone you love deeply chooses his best friend over you? How worse can it be for me? Now, I am almost losing my sanity but everything changes when I find myself in an unknown room and my heart dies in my chest when I see my ex's favourite biker — the one he has always been obsessed with, in between my legs and a dark glint on his lips. *** A big smile crawls up my face when Ryker's message pops up on my phone's screen.

"Jesus, this means this bastard has been stalking you for almost eight years??" Jared cursed under his breath, slamming his fist onto the desk. “Baby, are you sure you don’t remember ever meeting him there?” he asked her, his voice soft. “People with obsessive tendencies like this don’t just fixate on someone randomly. There has to be something that pulled him to you.”

I say cautiously, “then good for him. He deserves to be happy. All he ever does is work.” “An obsession?” Star asks, tilting her head toward Sasha. Her question hangs in the air, her tone pressing for more. “Yes,” Sasha snaps, her eyes flashing with something I can’t quite place. “An obsession. That thing where you fixate on someone or something, obsess over it, let it consume you until it destroys your entire life. That kind of obsession.” Her laugh rings out, sharp and humorless, like she’s sharing some inside joke that only she understands. But beneath it, there’s something darker—jealousy. It’s faint, but it’s there, simmering just below the surface.

" No, it would just be me passing the time until I go back to what broke me because there is no getting over him. " " If I was a therapist and we're in session I would say that you have an unhealthy obsession. " " Haha. I disagree with you because I think that I have a healthy obsession with him that is not the kind that you think. The kind of obsession I have with him is that it's in my heart I can't tell it to stop loving him. It seems like 10 years wasn't a long time to get over him, even though I was with Dexter I would catch myself thinking about him and thinking about what we could have been and what could have happened between us. I would also ask myself how in heaven's name in the

His arm wrapped around my waist, “I work better when I know exactly where you are and what you’re doing.” The dark possession in his voice spread warmth through my chest like honey. I was so fucked. In every sense of the word. “That sounds obsessive,” I said. “It is.” He pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Everything about you makes me obsessive. I used to be able to focus for hours. Now I can’t go twenty minutes without wondering what you’re doing. If you’re comfortable. If you need something. It’s fucking maddening.” “Poor you,” I said, but I was smiling. “Sounds terrible. The big bad mafia boss, brought to his knees by a pregnant woman who can’t stop eating pickles dipped in