Romans & histoires Office Obsession

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.

We have nothing to discuss yet he won’t stop calling me. His behaviour is starting to feel very obsessive.

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "

"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."

Hailey stood up and he stretched his palm towards her. "Hold me so you won't fall," he said. Hailey laughed softly before placing her hand on his. They both left the living room. **** DEL ROSA'S MANSION*** Alberto sat in his study room, working on his laptop. He frowned deeply when he saw Charles had gotten almost all the businessmen to invest in his company. Charles has been his greatest rival in the business world. Yes, he's also rich and he's got some influential men around him, but he feels like Charles is a great obstacle to him. More reason why he's meeting him tomorrow.

Instead, my thoughts circled her, over and over, a tempest I couldn’t calm. It started small. A missed call. A delayed response. A signature I didn’t double-check. Normally, I was meticulous—flawless. Every decision precise, every movement calculated. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. Desire doesn’t respect schedules, priorities, or logic. By the time I noticed, the first cracks had already appeared.

I dоn’t need іѕ tо ѕреnd аnоthеr mоmеnt оf energy оn ѕоmеоnе whо won’t treat me wеll, but I саn’t hеlр mуѕеlf. Agаіn, I wоndеr аbоut оbѕеѕѕіоn, and whу thе tеntасlеѕ rеасh іntо every аѕресt of my lіfе.

I growled, jerking faster, imagining her legs spread for him, but her eyes closed—seeing me. "Fuck, princess! Fuck, I'm going to come for you. Daddy is gonna cum for you. Right in your mouth." I growled, stroking my cock a little too harder, staring hungrily at her picture of my computer. I came hard, spilling over my hand, chest rising and falling in short, uneven breaths. But there was no peace after. No satisfaction. Only obsession. I stood, paced the office. Tried to open work documents. Tried to read intel reports. But every line blurred into nothing.

"But you're not?" "No." I walked to the window. Looked out at the city lights. "I should be. I know I should be. But all I keep thinking is how much effort you put into this." "Most people would call that obsessive." "It is obsessive." I turned to face him. "But it's also dedicated. Committed. Henry used to cancel our plans constantly and never even apologize. So maybe obsessive is better." A small smile tugged at Jasper's lips. "That's a low bar."

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?