The Object Of My Obsession Novels & Stories

I asked my eyebrows raised. “No Mia nothing is wrong with her” “Then why do you keep turning her down, she has been trying to get your attention for like forever” I exclaimed raising my hands. “That’s it Mia I don’t want a girl that seeks my attention, I want to be the one to be following her like a lost puppy” “You are just looking for a silly excuse to not date her right?” I said folding my arms. “Yeah” he smiled looking everywhere but me, I sigh heavily as Katie comes in with the food we ordered, she tried to get Matt's attention again but he wasn’t even sparing her a glance.

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”

My instincts couldn't help but scream for me to touch it. So I reached for it. And as the wax cracked under my fingers, I said my prayers silently. That whatever truth hid inside won't be the kind that destroys. But deep down, I already knew that truths like these never saves. It only revealed more dangerous secrets.

“Now start talking. Every detail. Start with the beach house and end with the part where he rearranged your organs.” My cheeks burned. “Dawn!” “What? I support women. Now spill.” I sighed, twisting a loose curl. “It was… intense. And sweet. And confusing. And I felt…” “Safe?” she finished softly. I swallowed. “Yeah.” There was a pause before she spoke again. “So, Noah Frost. Billionaire. Gorgeous. Gives you earth-shattering orgasms. The dream guy of half the city. But what about the complication?” I frowned. “What complication?”

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

Or focus my gaze on your bright eyes and forget about the world. My idea to try to forget all this and leave it in the past was to sink even deeper into work. This will cause me a future problem, I'm feeling it, but I can't escape it. It has become a vicious cycle. I think about her, I work more. I see her, I work more. Furthermore, I smell you, I work harder. There is no human being in the world who can handle huge doses of stress in a row and doesn't freak out.

You maintained its existence through artificial means. I swallowed trying to find the right words. I performed the necessary actions to fulfill my obligations. Yet you constructed this. Your entire existence became the essence you poured into that endeavor. Now as your condition improves the moment has arrived. ” She released her breath in a drawn-out manner which suggested she was taking in the weight of my statements. “Are you sure about this? ” I nodded. My presence here lacks the inherent belonging that defines your connection to this place. This experience has taught me numerous lessons yet my dreams remain unfulfilled through it. The object belongs to you. ”

Boredom gnawed at him like a persistent itch, urging him to break free from the dullness of the quiet guest house. He craved excitement, adventure—anything to rid himself of the heavy lethargy weighing him down. So, what better plan than to head out to the clubs? Without a second thought, Bryan dashed to his room, his heart pounding with anticipation. He rummaged through his wardrobe, tossing aside shirts and pants until he found the perfect outfit: a sleek black shirt and jeans that hugged his frame just right. Minutes later, Bryan stood before the mirror, adjusting his collar and running a hand through his tousled hair. Satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed his wallet and left the room

And foolish for craving something I can never have. That little obsession of mine ends in disaster.

He was the one letting me do as I pleased. Possessive and dominating. This intensity should have made me scared. His obsession should have turned on every alarm in my head but it fucking didn't. My core clenched and cried more, begging for something forbidden. I craved more, I needed more than just the sparks from his lips. More than just his tongue teasing my tongue like he was fucking my mouth. I needed to be touched I wanted him to show me how only he could make me undone in ways no one can. His obsession wasn’t my burden; it was my favourite sin. The one I returned to every time I swore I’d quit