Novel & Cerita Secret Obsession Meaning

Fucking hell. I blink hard. Force it down. Did she see where my eyes went? She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t even pretend to introduce herself. Maybe she’s waiting to see if I’ll acknowledge it. But that’s not the issue. The issue is that I ruined her before I knew her name. And now she’s mine, in a way that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with proximity. She’s my secretary and current obsession. And my condition? It doesn't come with an off switch as my therapist says.

“Curiosity is a dangerous thing and your obsession shouldn’t be the end of you.” Dangerous.. Obsession? I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his desk, voice low and edged with a snarl. “And so is keeping secrets when they could get her killed.. stop holding out on her and just tell us what’s going on already.” His expression didn’t waver. But his silence said more than words ever could. And in that silence, I knew. He was hiding something. Something big. Something that must have tied Elara’s dream to a past that refused to stay buried.

A girl can dream. I flash my I.D. badge at the desk security guard, who no doubt believes he actually works for a porn warehouse, and make my way to the back of the building, past aisles and aisles of storage boxes of smut. At the very back of the warehouse is a standard bookshelf lined with DVD’s. I look for the current secret video—Jurassic Puss, tagline: ‘Life finds a way . . . to cum’—and pull it from the shelf, triggering the mechanism which opens up the secret door leading down to the subterranean building which is the true heart of T.H.E.M.’s operations.

Nico had no right to decide what I wore, where I went, or which man looked at me. “I’ll wear it,” I said. Shelly smiled triumphantly. “I knew there was a dangerous woman hiding beneath those office sweaters.” While I changed, she searched through my jewellery. I was applying mascara when she opened the wardrobe drawer containing the black Contini box. “What’s this?” I moved faster than I intended and closed the drawer beneath her hand. “Nothing.” Shelly looked at me through the mirror. Curiosity appeared on her face, but she must have noticed the panic in mine because she stepped back.

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

Secret desires are those things we deny ourselves, perhaps because we think it’s not something we should do because, in some kind of way, we feel it’s wrong. Or possibly bad because it just feels so good. Or could we feel it’s someone we didn't think we should be with because of their background or lifestyle?

I don't know what just happened or why he was doing this, why I was so obsessed with the thought of him and everything he was able to do just by standing in a room with me, but I knew one thing for sure, I didn't want it to end, not any time soon. Something about secrecy that made any girl turn wild.

Emmett chuckles as Simone gets off his lap to head into the washroom behind her desk. He didn’t want to tell her the reason why she never had a multiple orgasm before is because he normally couldn’t last long enough to give her one. ‘It’s a curse when you are screwing the most beautiful woman in the world’ he snickers to himself. He could give her more than one orgasm a night because they would go a few rounds, just not in one session. ‘I’ll try harder to make sure I give you multiple in the future’ he includes inwardly as they clean themselves up and he kisses her forehead before leaving the office.

She tried to sneak away before they noticed her, but she couldn’t sneak even if she wanted to. Her footsteps were loud, just like her personality. Honest, and she could never hide a secret. She didn’t mean to break their moment, but she still did. She felt ashame.

He stopped himself, jaw tight, like the confession had gotten away from him faster than he intended. "Say it," she said softly. "Whatever you were about to say." "It isn't rational," he said, low. "I know that. I know obsession isn't the same as love, and I've been careful not to confuse the two in front of you, because you deserve better than a boy who can't tell the difference. But since the courtyard on your first morning, I have not been able to stop tracking where you are, who you're with, whether you're safe, down to an hour I can account for. It isn't a choice I make each day. It's simply what I do now. What I've done since before either of us understood why."