My Exs Father My Obsession

Caitlyn's POV

I grin dreamily as Sergey strides into the café. I can tell my boyfriend comes from wealth-He exudes effortless wealth, from the crisp designer clothes draped over him to the diamond watch that catches the light with every move.

And then there's Niko-his abso-fucking-lutely ruthless bodyguard, always a step behind, Sergey's personal shadow. Appointed by his father to "keep him safe."

From what exactly?

I don't know. But I've never liked Niko. There's something in his eyes when he looks at Sergey-something too possessive, too intimate. It unsettles me, though I can't explain why.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Sergey murmurs, his lips brushing my forehead as he hands me a bouquet of carnations, their scent flooding my senses. My chest flutters.

God, he's perfect.

Sergey isn't just my boyfriend; he's the kind of man you read about in books, the one who texts you goodnight just to make sure you're dreaming of him. The one who pulls you into his arms during a rainstorm, whispering something devastatingly poetic, and somehow makes you believe that kind of love was real, like it's a tangible thing.

He was my fairytale, my dream spun into reality.

"Good afternoon. Welcome to Café Amouré. Can I start you with a drink?" Says the waiter with a smile that is more customer service generic than sincere.

"Yes." He flashes the waiter a charming smile that makes a faint blush creep up her cheeks as he glances at her nametag. "We'll both have water as we decide on our order, Lila."

Normally, I would've felt a prickle of jealousy. But not with Serg. I know-without question-that he only has eyes for me. I skim the menu, but nothing really stands out. "I'll have whatever you're having," I murmur, content just to be here, in his presence.

Serg chuckles. "Of course you will." He leans back, all charm and grace, and I excuse myself to the restroom.

Once done with my business, I walk out of the lady's restroom humming lively under my breath until a muffled sound from the storeroom snags my attention.

A crash followed by a low, breathy groan.

Curiosity gnaws in my chest. I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't, but something about the sound-it isn't right. I edge closer, fingertips grazing the cool metal handle before pushing the door open.

I blink, my eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. Eventually, shapes start forming, outlines sharpening-until the scene unfolding in front of me registers.

My breath stutters.

Sergey-my golden boy, my perfect, chivalrous, romance-novel prince-is on his knees. His hands grip Niko's thighs. His mouth... God, his mouth...

His lips stretched around Niko's cock.

Niko's head is tipped back, fingers tangled in Sergey's perfect, never-strand-out-of-place hair.

The air goes thin.

Our world-my world-tilts.

And just like that, my fairytale shatters. No wonder our relationship has always been plain romance.

"What? What the hell is happening here?" My voice rips through the room, a volatile mix of rage, agony, and something dangerously close to disgust.

Realizing they have company, Sergey jerks back, scrambling to his feet. His hair is tousled, his lips swollen. Behind him, Niko shoves himself back together, his expression stoic and unreadable.

"It's not what it looks like. Well... I... I can explain..." Sergey sputters, looking at me like I'm some alien.