Obsession Falls の小説・ストーリー

He lifted his eyes, and they met mine. Awkward silence stretched. Neither of us knew what to say. The client sighed. "Mr. Halloway, I've already found a better partner. Your company should look elsewhere." Adrian's expression shifted, but in the end, he said nothing and walked out. Later, the client told me about his fall. Unlike my steady rise, Adrian had spiraled. His company had run into trouble. During a reshuffle, he'd been kicked aside. At first, the plunge from the top was too steep. He lashed out, temper sharp, earning complaint after complaint from clients.

Business associates reported erratic behavior, sudden mood swings, an inability to engage with important decisions because his attention was elsewhere. "He's made four more serious business errors this week alone," Rachel reported. "Decisions he would have never made if he was thinking clearly. His obsession with you is literally destroying what's left of his empire." "And the more it crumbles, the more he fixates on me as the solution," I said, understanding the psychology at play. "He thinks if he can just reclaim me, if he can just possess me again, somehow everything else will fall back into place." "Classic obsessive thinking," Rachel agreed. "He's built you up in his mind as this ultim

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

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.

Damien’s fury and Vance’s team had cleared the path. As we reached the elevator, I looked back one last time at the broken observation window. Glass shards glittered on the floor like fallen stars. Far below, in the atrium, Victor’s body lay still. The man who had once seemed invincible was nothing but a broken shell now. His final play had failed. His attempt to stab Damien in his madness had ended with his own fall. The poisoned dynasty had claimed its last victim, and it was the patriarch himself.

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.

… When Joey hurried to the company early in the morning, she noticed Stacy kept glancing at her with a mischievous smile. "If you have nothing to do in the morning, give me a few more designs. We need to produce over 100 designs for our clients in three days," Joey said without looking up. Stacy's gaze was too enthusiastic. Even when Joey was immersed in drawing, she could still feel herself being watched intently. "Ms. Linton, didn't you check the online news? Do you know what netizens are talking about you and Mr. Gray?" Stacy asked excitedly. Joey's heart skipped a beat. She quickly asked, "There's not another scandal about him and me, is there?"

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?

Fantasizing about fucking every inch of her, stretching her tight little holes, making her take my cock while she moaned my name like a prayer. Oh yeah. This was fucking dangerous. My jaw tightened. Fucking hell. She was an addiction, a drug-like obsession. And I have never been the type to get addicted to anything. Never been the type to care about anything. I didn’t care about her… not really. But I wanted her. And every time I saw her, that craving only fucking grew. There are two things you do with an unhealthy obsession: You either kill it or stay the hell away until it fades.