Obsession of a Man

ht and only moonlight served as the guide to see her way. The surroundings are all quiet save from the noise coming from the cricket

nd its predicament. She was trying not to think of the hell she was expecting to endure in the next hour. She had read about this, had heard the women talk about it. They gave her all sorts of advice, only to be silenced by one of them

er would be home. Her mother would not hav

ble steps and stopped for a moment. She lifted her face to look up at the house... in the window there where she felt like someone was peeking out, a pair of unknown eyes watching

someone there. A man. The o

d the dizziness that was ready to engulf her. She couldn't get confused or scared. She couldn't afford to be a coward.

his brother. Thi

ss handles and pushed it back after a squeeze. She didn't know what to expect, but when the door opened effortlessly, she knew it was the moment w

first step in

rong hands pulled he

confident sway of the hips that seemed so natural, so full of grace. He laughed softly at the description he thought

. what he could see of her, at least. She had fair skin, and in contrast with the redness of the dress, she floated across the darkness.

mind his hand fingers twisting strands of her

ed at the glass of liquor he was holding. Lusting over a c

ted over a cal

st be th

. After the bitch dumped him for someone richer, Enrique had been living in a swirl of shock. He couldn't believe money was the only reason why she loved him and it was also the reason why she left him.

een fooled but a woman. Blindsided by a fucking bi

an. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes narrowed when he saw her je

ed. It's not going to be

e didn

ared straight into his eyes as

ct beauty of her face, but the vulnerability t

ely managed to catch the recoild of his body. As

of the light,

not drun

him in the window. He sighed deeply, then wondered why he did. Then he f

to get downstair

ake

onque

cking daug

o say she was about to cry. Bitches don't really cry, they crack a laugh so pure and evil, the sound would make any self-respecting

outside exposed the shape of the woman's body at the gap. She

full-blown. Good. That spurred on the awakened devil in him. He pushed the

r. As soon as his brain registered that it was softer than he'd imagined,

second. He could

r lips to his fo