Sentence Of Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Because the men are watching. They’re not blind. You forget numbers, dates, deals you think they don’t notice?” I stood so fast the chair scraped back. My palms pressed into the desk, leaning over him. “You got something to say, say it.” He didn’t flinch. That’s why I keep him. “You’re obsessed,” he said blunt. “With her. And it’s ruining your focus. You never used to miss a detail. Now you’re missing everything.” My breath hissed through my teeth. For a second, all I saw was red—the kind that fills your vision before you put a bullet in someone’s skull. My hand tightened on the edge of the desk. The veins in my arm stood out like cords.

And for the first time since leaving Jake’s office, I felt calm. Focused. Determined. Love had turned into obsession. And obsession? It always demanded blood.

“Camden knew from the start that I wasn’t you, so it’s not my fault that the deal fell through. You owe me a replacement! “I-I should get Trevor Mynard in return! I’ll conquer him without a hitch!” The mention of his name stopped me in my tracks, and a knowing smirk tugged at my lips. “Sure. He’s yours.” Thank goodness. I’d had enough of Trevor’s obsession with being right all the time.

Not enough to be aggressive, but enough to make me feel the full force of his presence. “You’re observant,” he said. My brows pulled together. “Excuse me?” “At the bar last night,” he continued calmly. “You noticed things others didn’t.” My pulse spiked. *The bar. Last night.* My mind raced. Did he see me? Was he there? No, that didn’t make sense. I hadn't seen him. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said carefully. His gaze held mine, unblinking. “You don’t?”

I came hard, my cum shooting out and splattering across the screen of my phone, I kept pumping my fist, milking every last drop out of my cock, my hips still humping up into my hand, I was panting and sweating and shaking, and I could not stop watching her on the screen I stared at her for a long moment, watching her sleep, she was so beautiful and so broken and so completely mine and I felt a surge of satisfaction so deep it made me shudder I was obsessed, I knew I was obsessed, I was too obsessed with her and I did not give a single fuck, she had ruined me and now I was going to ruin her, I was going to make her suffer for the rest of her life, I was going to make her regret ever crossing

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.

His head descended and met with my neck. My breathing got hitched and I gulped. What was he doing? "W-what?"I nervously asked with my tone shaky. "You are my obsession"he whispered onto my neck, his hot breath lingering on it. His hands slowly moved from the door and onto my waist, griping me and pulling me into himself. "You are mine Crystal. Just mine"

said Selena tactfully. "So, you think my grandma was being impulsive?" "No. Someone her age knows how to evaluate a situation better than we do. Perhaps Ms. Monica knows something we don't? "I saw the footage. The assailant was targeting you two. He knew who he wanted to kill. "Others on the internet agreed with me, too. They said he was there with a clear goal in mind." Joey's cocktail was served. She took a sip and enquired, "What can possibly motivate one to eliminate someone at all costs?"