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He moaned out holding on to my head like he was in control of the movement of my mouth going in and out of his d**k. I closed my eyes letting more thoughts of Ryan fill my head, taking my mind off the fact that I was refusing to accept that I was slowly getting obsessed With Ryan I mean. And that no matter what I did, whether or not it concerned him, my mind always had a way of letting in memories of him in my head. I'm getting too obsessed… I muttered to myself. This is bad!!…

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

Because that would mean admitting the truth. That I was obsessed with her. And that was the most dangerous thing of all.

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?

Chapter 7. Vishal felt the adrenaline pump through him at the thought of the delicacy that awaited him at home. He licked his lips as he would like he could see how the delicacy was going to be set before him. He kept casting surreptitious glances out of the window in order to see how far or close they were to his home. His mind kept conjuring up images that appealed to his sexual desire and he felt a hard-on. He couldn't take it any longer and earnestly desired that they get home fast. He was about to snap at his bodyguard to drive fast when he remembered the tablet on the chair beside him.

He went over to Mickey. "Hey, move away. Let me do it, it seems as though you're planning to take my mom away from me" he muttered. Leah laughed from where she was. She's glad to see he's finally the cheerful Jaime that she knows. She looked around the restaurant worriedly. "Where are you?" She asked, referring to her husband, Sebastian. **** MONTERIO'S INVESTMENT*** Hailey shut down her computer as she was through with the day's work. She stretched her shoulder tiredly and yawned softly. She's suddenly feeling hungry.

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I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”

“For a machine? We thought you were lonely—not insane! You lied to us!” Madison wiped tears furious, ponytail whipping. “We blamed ourselves” she screamed. “For the divorce. Therapy sessions. Dad crying. But you were just fucking a robot? Gross!” Derek pushed off the wall, fake tears glistening. “She’s sick” he said, voice smooth poison. “In the head. Needs attention. I’m willing to take her back—if she dumps the robot. She’s been enslaved by the sex toy. Brainwashed. Devil’s work. Don’t blame her—pity her. Pray for her.”