Their Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

“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.

Judging my Marco's prolonged silence, he was also aware of the fact. “I'm stubborn,” I said with a smirk. “Who's to say I'd eventually sign with any agency again? My father usually calls me a headache.” Marco chuckled darkly, the sound cool to my ear. He was amused by my subtle threat. He wasn't taking me seriously! “Didn't you say you wanted me to taste you, raw and unfiltered? We can start by you revealing the damn secrets everyone is so adept at keeping from me. What do you say?” Marco's tone dropped from amused to teasing with his next words.

Everything is done. No one knows this secret of mine. I have a deep secret: I am addicted to sex to the point that I cannot even sleep without releasing my liquid. The perfect model is none other than Celestine. I found in her everything I sought in different women. She is the only one who drove me this mad and obsessed. It might be difficult because I know there will be no love in return from her. It would be one-sided love. But I don’t fucking care about that so-called “love.” I need her and I need her body. That’s all. I was about to board the chopper when I saw someone.

‘Pleasure from here on in. I swallow, and glancing away I catch the suited up business women eying him from behind; the look they give me is laced with envy. I can practically see the green eyed monster seated at their table with them. Sorry ladies, go cast your nets somewhere else. This fish has taken my bait and is well and truly on my hook. ‘Is that right?’ I flash him my you’ve-got-me-if-you-want-me smile. He lays his hand on my knee, firm and massaging. ‘Want to know a secret, Hera?’

“The lights—“ “Will stay,” he cut her off in between before she could demand anything. They had always done everything in the dark, and she never allowed him to see her there or anywhere. It was shocking how she would become a freak in lust but still be shy. The rear and deadly combination always set him off the edge. She licked her lips as she stared at him; he knew she wanted this as much as he did, they had waited long enough for him to have a glance at her.

"You gonna tell her to keep away from the guy?" "I did." "Bang-up job so far," Niccolo muttered with a sarcastic thumbs-up. "You bring her back to New York, and then what? You're gonna get serious with her? Ask her to marry you?" I shut my tired, stinging eyes and reclined on the couch, the bottle of pills in my hand ready and waiting to be emptied. "The fuck do you want me to say?" "Just saying...your mother's no stranger to your father's obsession with collecting young mistresses. But, twenty years later and she's still with him." Niccolo pulled a face. "I just don't get how and why some women put up with that shit."

Qeiza wasn’t aware that Chin Hwa observed her restlessness. Qeiza averted her gaze to her phone. Her slender fingers began to dance swiftly on the keyboard. [You’ve promised me to keep it in secret] [Why now you did the opposite?] Chin Hwa smiled again when he read Qeiza’s reply. [I wanna them know the truth] [No one can demean you by spreading false rumors] Chin Hwa’s confession invited Qeiza to turn her gaze back at his office. Chin Hwa nodded when their gaze met. Qeiza blew out a strong breath. Her heart was very touched by his attention.

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

she states, moving over to him. Shaking his head, he lets out a sigh. “I have a secret of my own. That’s why I didn’t confront her when I saw her picture. Her features are a bit different when she has the make-up on; but I knew it was her.” “Secret? What Secret?” Vince asks, glancing between Tiffany and Emmett. “Leona will be a few hours. She normally waits for them to fit her dress and takes it with her when they are done. We can go to the café across the road and have a chat.”

It was my engagement, after all. He noticed immediately. *"Where's—"* he stopped himself. *"Where's Diana?"* *"Her boss didn't send her,"* I said quietly. *"He thinks I was calling her just to pass time. And that you have no reason to need her."* *"Tch."* He clicked his tongue before pulling out his phone. He dialed without hesitation. *"Mr. Hayden,"* he said coldly. *"Send your secretary down. Now. I'm waiting. And it's not like you do much work anyway. You can manage on your own for a day. I need your secretary for the entire day."*