The Ex Who Became His Obsession Novels & Stories

"Is this jealousy? Are you that angry? You do not use an unborn Conti heir as a bargaining chip. That is low, even for you." I sat perfectly still, watching him unravel. "You will take this check," he commanded, his voice dropping into a growl. "Ten million dollars. And I am adding a clause. I will use my personal network in the medical field. I guarantee a stem cell donor for Luca within two months." I narrowed my eyes, studying the man I had once loved. It was almost laughable. He was hopelessly devoted to Tiziana, yet completely obsessed with the idea of the child I supposedly carried. The thought twisted in my stomach.

He blows in like a king ready to receive his subjects. At six foot three and almost zero body fat, he’s tall and lithe and tightly muscular—and beautiful. Can a man be beautiful? Fuck yeah. His thick, dark brown hair has grown out, and the top strands are swept back off his forehead, carefully styled, the sides cut shorter. The lengthier hair on top is edgy looking, totally different from how he wore it last fall in a short fauxhawk. Douchebag Extraordinaire has lighter colors interwoven, giving it depth and accentuating ice-blue eyes. Another change? He’s sporting dark scruff on his jawline, giving him a slightly dangerous look.

Every hour he spends hunting for a ghost at the docks is an hour we spend stripping his name from the merger. Xavier’s grip tightened his fingers digging into the emerald silk of my dress. His obsession had taken on a new sharper edge since we rescued her. It was no longer just about owning me; it was about the total annihilation of anyone who had ever made me cry. He turned me around in his arms his eyes dark with a raw terrifying devotion.

Why was I not able to bring myself to hit him ! It's like I wanted to know about Martina so that I can make her love me more. No, I don't only love me , I want her to become obsessed with me. ' Is it okay to hear from her ex husband about her sexual desires?' That moment my wolf roared angrily at me. For a second I realised what I was really thinking was sin. The love was long gone for me when she married my brother. What's left was my obsession for her. The obsession for making her moan while I kiss her noble body. The desire to hear her moans when I enter inside. It was all so annoying yet intimidating. I used to masturbate all night longing for Martina.

It was as if he was fascinated by her even more than the star of this show. He shouldn't derive this much pleasure from watching a woman but god could he help himself? Whenever this woman was involved, Ollie was helpless. They'd had sex. He'd had her already. That should have scratched the itch. He should be tired of her already and move on with his damn life. Instead, it just made him even more obsessed with her. Because now, he knew how she tasted, the sound of her moans, her face when she climaxed and he never wanted to stop seeing those.

"His ex-wife came back. With kids he didn't know existed. Twins." I pressed my hand to my chest, gasping softly. "How awful for him. And for you—having to deal with the fallout." "You have no idea." His eyes were already slightly glassy. Lightweight. "Eight years she was gone. Eight years of him being... I don't know, functional. And now she's back and he's..." "What?" "Obsessed. Again." The words came out sharp, angry. "Can't focus on anything else. Board meetings, client calls—everything takes a backseat to Aria fucking Campbell."

Rougher. One afternoon in the garage again, he bent me over the bike. Fucked me while telling stories of watching me sleep. Came deep, whispering about our future kid. I was hooked. His obsession mine now. Dark, wrong, perfect. But then his ex showed. Banging on the door one night, drunk and mad. "Jax! Open up!" He tensed beside me in bed. "Stay here." I didn't. Peaked from the stairs. She was hot, tattooed like him, screaming about old times.

“I told you already. I don’t intend to.” My nails dug into my palm. “You’re my ex’s father.” “And you’re not his anymore,” he replied smoothly. “That matters.” “It matters to me,” I shot back. There was a brief pause on the line. When he spoke again, his tone dropped—lower, more deliberate. “Look out your window, Mikyla.” My breath caught. Slowly, unwillingly, I turned my head toward the glass wall overlooking the street below. And there he was. Standing beside his car.

“I made a lot of mistakes back then. But I won’t repeat them. This time, I’ll make sure everything’s settled.” Adrian laughed loudly, a manic sound echoing through the warehouse. “You think you’ve won?” he sneered, eyes burning with hate. “She doesn’t know, does she? Her ex-husband was OCPD with psychopathic traits. You’re just a crazy guy pretending to be calm!” Nathan’s cold smile vanished. He grabbed his metal gloves and rained down merciless punches and kicks on Adrian. Every blow made Adrian flinch, blood flowing freely, life nearly slipping away. But Nathan didn’t stop. He bent to pick up a metal rod.

I waited for sleep to come but my mind was clouded with events of today and upon learning about Noah’s ex fiancé too. I eventually fell asleep on the giant bed that was still tousled and scattered from our love making and my eyes drifted off to sleep. The front door clicked open softly. I stirred awake, eyes blinking, and saw him standing there — hair messy, shirt undone at the top, dark circles under his eyes. He looked exhausted. And gorgeous. His eyes softened the moment he saw me. “Baby.” I sat up, heart pounding oddly, the image of that blonde woman flashing in my mind. “Hey.”