All Chapters of Love, Obsession, Torture: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

My whirling mind seemed to be drifting into a dangerous overdrive, crowded with thoughts of Mason. Thoughts of the wasted years, years of pain and anguish, years I had spent ruminating on how cruel the world was for snatching my parents away from me, leading me straight into the arms of a man that would shatter me even more. My biggest fear after the death of my parents was that, I wouldn’t be able to find genuine love; until Mason showed up and quickly filled the void, offering me the love I craved—or thought I craved. I was grieving and alone and Mason had been my solace and a safe place until he became the very pain, I had been running from. Now, he had resurfaced from the past to remind me of how anchored to him I was, as my emotional lifeline which he incredibly milked from, through his gross disrespect. I wasn’t that girl anymore, and I winced at the memory of all the times I let myself down, chasing some fleeting attachment over myself. In my whirling mind I felt him close…ver

We both turned sharply towards the door and saw vicious Millicent in the doorway, hands pressing possessively around her middle with a scowl on her face. What was she mad about? When she was the one interrupting our moment of raw closeness! I sighed.“Fucking hell, Millicent. Couldn’t you have knocked,” he huffed, standing securely between my thighs, covering me up, before pulling my shirt and working his way to fasten the buttons. While his arse was left bare. I didn’t know how I felt about viscous Millicent feasting her eyes on my man’s backside. Oh, he was my man alright.“Can you fucking give me a minute, I’ll be out soon.” he shouted, angry.“Your cousin is here to see you. He said he had been calling,” she said, her eyes flicking from me to Jack and back on me, the scowl deepening across her face. Obviously, he had been busy working me to exhaustion as she could see. I frowned at her. How dare she trample all over our after-sex intimacy!“Step outside and give me a fucking minut

At 2 p.m., I was roughed with a continuous banging at the door, disrupting my desperate search for my contraceptive pills. Where the hell did I keep them? I threw my clothes around, frantically rummaging through my wardrobe and bags for them. They must be here somewhere? Ugh. BANG! BANG! Who was that and where the fuck was Daniel? I hurried down, the booming sound growing louder and louder by the minute. I flung the door open and froze. There he was—in flesh and blood. “Jack!” I staggered back, like I’d seen a phantom. Wasn’t he supposed to be in Connecticut closing a business deal? What was he doing here? I swallowed hard, my mustered confidence dwindling to a point. “I’m fucking unreasonable?” he rasped, pushing his way in, and slamming the door shut behind him. I was lost for words, I thought I wasn’t going to see him for another two days. He frowned at me, good and proper, smashing his fist loudly against the door. I jumped, the bang resonating through me, fear clawing at me lik

Jack received a call at 8:30 p.m. from his cleaning company, claiming the house was in perfect shape. Jack had phoned Daniel early on to take care of the mess he’d created, while we waited in one of his private apartment rooms close by. Mason survived the punches…fortunately for him, and was receiving treatment at the hospital. Jack was finally in a calmer state, his broad body engulfing my petite frame in the backseat of his Lamborghini as Floyd, one of his private workers drove us back to my apartment. I was still flustered about the happenings of the afternoon, and the revelation I had become privy to. Was Mason such a scumbag? I couldn’t wait to phone Lana and fill her in. Crap! I hadn’t checked my phone after Jack’s call in the morning. I writhed beneath Jack’s hold, retrieved my phone from my purse and turned it on. In an instant, my phone dinged and buzzed with several missed calls and texts from Lana. I’d reply immediately after Jack dropped me off. He still had his eyes close

My stomach heaved, the sour taste of the enlightenment making me retch.“Robin, are you okay?”I bent over, gripping my middle, another hand clamped over my mouth, ready to vomit. God! It was going to come out, I retched! He hoisted me from the desk to the washroom, holding my hair in a makeshift ponytail over the toilet bowl. I hurled my intestines out, Jack stroking my back as I prayed to the porcelain again and again. Throwing up was exhausting. I looked flushed and slightly unfocused with my damp face. Jack’s hand at the small of my back, soothing me. He led me to the sink, threw some water on my face and quickly rinsed my mouth, before carrying me back to the office, sat me down on the desk, and slouched forward, doing a visual checkup on me. He ran both hands through his hair, exasperated. We were just staring at each other for a millennium, frankly lost for words. Five thousand women were a lot to contend with, did it include Millicent? Oh, fucking God.“Robin, where is this co