Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

“How did you get in here?” I ask, hoping that Matteo doesn’t know she’s here.

He has been dealing with her rejection worse than I have.

“I snuck in. I know I shouldn’t have, but I needed to see you alone.”

I exhale, trying to seem unaffected by her presence. “Matteo has been a mess without you. He says he has his shit together. But he’s lying.”

“I’m sorry I hurt your brother.”

I stare into her eyes, searching for why she is here. Revenge? Closure? What?

“I was hoping you would answer a few questions that I have left.”

I feel the tightness in my chest when she speaks. I would do anything for her. I’d die for

her. I almost did. But the way she said that has brought up too many memories of her exchanging questions for sex. It’s not fair—what her words do to me—and she knows it.

“Of course,” I say instead of trying to keep my shit together.

She bites her lip. She’s nervous. As nervous as I am. But I don’t know why when she has all the control. She has all the power she always has.

“Why did you save me?” she asks.

“Because you saved me first.”

“How did I save you?”

“I hated my life before I saw you. I was tired of my father’s games. I was depressed. I wanted to kill myself. I was going to kill myself that night. I thought it was for the best. If I were gone, my father would have no choice but to let Matteo inherit everything. But then you fell into my pool. I saw how obsessed you were with me, and it intrigued me. It gave me something to live for. I was curious about you, about your obsession, and I couldn’t kill myself without knowing more about you even though, for your safety, I knew I needed to stay far away. Your obsession with me kept me alive.”

I closely study her, but she guards her feelings well.

“What do you dream about?” she asks.

“You.”

“Who do you love?”

“You.”

Seconds pass before she does anything, but slowly, a grin creeps up on her face. “Good. Because you are the only one I dream about. It doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t understand why my heart aches for you when I love so many others. I love Heath. I love Matteo. But I don’t dream of either of them. I don’t obsess about either of them. I love them, but I love you more.”

I run to her. Wrap her in my arms. And kiss her with everything I have. It doesn’t feel real until she kisses me back just as hard, holding nothing back. Our tongues push into each other’s mouths, begging each other for more. Our hands dig into each other, promising never to let go. We are never going to be able to stop, but we can’t stay here.

I force myself to stop.

“What are you doing?” she asks, panting hard.

I grin, soon planning on never stopping. I’ll fuck her forever if she lets me.

“We can’t stay here.”

“Why not?”

“Because Matteo will kill one or both of us if he finds out that you chose me over him.”

She frowns. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “He’s not in a good place right now. We need to leave.”