Girl Obsessed: A Dark Romance

by Zee Shine Storm

  "Jude," I whispered, drawing closer to him but that action of mine made him blink and sit back stiffly in his chair.

  "I..." He rubbed his face and ran a hand through his hair slowly. "I should probably take a nap or something. Sleep this off," he muttered, licking his lip.

  I couldn't stop looking at his mouth then, feeling my own lips tingle with the yearning to touch it. To taste him.

  "Can you wake me up in a few hours?" he asked me and began to get up. "Continue editing that and make some notes if you're not sure. When you're done, just move to research. I've put some points down in that folder, things you need to look up."

  How he could instruct me so calmly when he was not even sober was beyond me. When it came to his writing, Jude didn't fuck around. He steadied himself a little as he stood up and I frowned at him worriedly.

  "Are you okay?" I asked.

  "Hmm. Just a little dizzy." He kept his palm on the table as he rounded it and tried not to sway on his way to the door.

  I was genuinely concerned about him so I got up to follow him out, prepared to steady him if he stumbled on those stairs. He tried brushing me aside but I insisted I wasn't leaving until he was safely in bed. In response, Jude mumbled an apology about being so unprofessional. As if any of that mattered to me.

  Once he entered his room, he thanked me and crawled into bed, grabbing a pillow and lying face down on the mattress before closing his eyes. The curtains in here were drawn too and it was such a direct contrast to how the room had looked on my last visit here. Had it only been yesterday?

  I glanced towards the dresser and realized that the picture had been returned to its original position. My eyes narrowed and I wondered which of them had discovered it and if they suspected me of anything. Neither had mentioned anything to me about it yet.

  I looked at Jude again and a deep yearning unfurled inside my chest as I watched him sleep, his hair falling over his brows, his body relaxed and...in such great form.

  He had a long, lean frame instead of a broad one but he packed muscles. I had seen them rippling under his shirt whenever he moved, desperately wishing I could see bare glimpses of his skin. Most guys would walk around their home without a shirt but not Jude. Or maybe he only did it in the evenings. With Jennifer.

  My lips tightened at the thought, at her getting to see all of him. I was hardly even thinking as I moved towards the bed and lifted one knee to place it on the soft mattress, my eyes fixed on him.

  "Jude?" I whispered but he was passed out and all I heard was his soft breathing coming out of those beautiful lips.

  Out of their own volition, my hands seemed to smooth over the sheets and slide towards him and my body followed, the mattress dipping with the added weight. With a dreamy smile, I stretched out next to him and lined my body up with his, snuggling in close.

  For the next couple of minutes, I simply ran my gaze over that attractive face which was so precious to me. I might have counted his lashes, the sparse freckles on his nose and the barely-visible lines around his mouth and eyes.

  Leaning in close, I inhaled him, taking a long, deep breath and closing my eyes briefly, exactly the way I had wanted to do in the office downstairs. I reached out a hand tentatively to take his bandaged one in mine and brought it up to my mouth to kiss it.

  "I'm sorry you got this because of me," I whispered and lowered his heavy arm but instead of placing it back on the pillow, I put it across my chest where it settled on top of my boobs deliciously.

  Wetness pooled between my thighs and I turned my face to his, desperately wishing he was awake and we were touching each other properly. What would that hard body feel like against all my curves? In a deliberate move, I dared to let my hand press against his chest, dared to let it slide down to rest at the place where his heart was beating and then dared to trail it down even further as desire spread through me slowly.

  He was so fucking firm and solid, so damn sexy.

  "I want you, Jude," I told his sleeping form boldly and palmed him through his pants.

  He was soft but I felt like I could arouse him if I stroked a little, skin against skin maybe. My body burned for him, screamed for satisfaction. I began to breathe fast as I rubbed him there and lifted my lips so I could kiss him.

  Jude seemed to frown a little then. Just a slight puckering of his brows as though he was protesting in his sleep and I stopped.

  I took my hand away and stared at him as the reality of what I was doing dawned on me. God. How was I any better than Joshua, Noah or William?

  I sniffed and turned away from Jude, my beautiful, tortured Jude, with tears in my eyes, feeling sickened at just how desperate I had become for him. How low I had decided to stoop this time. After moving his arm from over me, I placed it on the pillow and climbed out of bed, walking out of the room without looking back at him. I didn't trust myself to hold back at all if I turned around and caught another glimpse of his beautiful body lying on that huge bed again.

  Chapter 14

  Wynter

  "Okay so I have everything you asked for," I said promptly and placed a bunch of papers on his desk containing my notes.

  I'd learned so much about heart surgery and how hospitals operated just from a week's worth of research, I felt like I could qualify to be a medical professional. It reminded me of that movie, Catch Me If You Can starring Leonardo DiCaprio. Not that I was as smart as all that.

  "Mmm." Jude’s gaze skimmed over at the materials as an acknowledgement and then he concentrated on the screen in front of him.

  I gave him a resentful look as he continued working and then went downstairs to make myself a snack. I was bristling inside. One week of only the two of us being inside this house all alone, sometimes till late in the afternoon what with all the research and the media attention surrounding him lately, and I was ready to either smash something or rip his clothes off.

  Jennifer had moved out, temporarily. Jude informed me that it was no big deal and she did it every time they had an argument which wasn't all that often. So now I had to deal with the fact that she might reappear anytime, maybe even in the middle of me seducing him. But if I wanted to create a rift between them that never mended, this was the perfect opportunity.

  But Jude hardly even looked at me. He seemed to have forgotten the way he had checked me out while drinking in the office that day. When I had woken him up later, he'd hydrated himself with copious amounts of water and spent the whole afternoon making calls and answering emails late into the evening.

  To my surprise, William the scumbag hadn't pressed charges against his friend. Good for him because if he had, I might have decided to pay him a visit late in the night to teach him a very important lesson. The matter was sorted within a few days and they called it a ‘misunderstanding’. Even though talk hadn't died down completely, things weren't as bad as before and Jude could finally relax and concentrate on his writing.

  As for me, I couldn't concentrate at all when he was around me. All I thought of was that day when he had been more open with me than on any others. When I'd gotten to look at him and touch him so closely. How I had almost tasted him and how the hunger ignited every time I saw his face and remembered everything. He'd sat there and watched me read a filthy sex scene with desire in his eyes and now he behaved as though it was no big deal.

  "Riley?" he hollered from the office doorway a minute later. "Can you set up an appointment for me at St. Martin's hospital for tomorrow?"

  I ignored him. I had already set up an appointment for him at St. Martin's for tomorrow because he had asked me to do it two days ago. And then I'd told him when it was done and even put a reminder on his calendar.

  "Riley?"

  I was starting to hate the sound of that name coming from his lips more and more.

  "It's Wynter," I gritted to myself as I sat in the kitchen eating a croissant I had brought with me that morning.

  "Hey." Jude appeared downstairs a moment later, looking ridiculously hot in jeans and his
black Henley. "Did you not hear me?"

  I pretended to be startled and said, "No. Sorry. I was lost in thought."

  He frowned at me a little and then came over to stand in front of me. "Are you okay? You've been acting so distracted lately."

  I almost rolled my eyes. He thought I was distracted.

  "I'm fine, thank you, Mr. Knight. I booked your appointment two days ago," I informed him tightly.

  His eyes narrowed at me. "I thought you said you didn't hear me."

  My own eyes widened slightly and I wasn't sure how to respond. Was he going to fire me? He probably should. I was being rude and unprofessional. I was here to do a job, after all. He didn't owe me his time or attention.

  "Sorry," I mumbled and he continued to study me for a while.

  "Riley." He cocked his head to one side and put his hands inside his pockets. "Grab your coat. Let's take a walk."

  ~~~

  Surprisingly, the walk we took around his property was rejuvenating. It was winter and stray bits of snow crunched beneath our boots as we made our own path under tall, cypress trees. I breathed in the forest scent, enjoying the bite of cold air on my face.

  Jude walked only a few meters ahead, speaking to me from time to time. He had somehow gotten it in his head that I needed a team-bonding experience or someone to talk to about personal matters. So far, the only information he had managed to glean out of me (which was nothing new) was that I was living on my own and had no contact with my family. He was finally giving me some attention and it was just nice to talk to him about something other than work. But on the other hand, he appeared to feel sorry for me and I did not want him to think I was completely pathetic so I blurted out something totally random.

  "I have a lover."

  That made him stop walking and look at me over his shoulder with a frown. Wind whipped his hair around and tinged his cheeks, making him look so attractive, I wanted to tackle him to the forest floor and grind against him.

  "You do?" he questioned in a flat tone.

  I nodded. "Yeah. He's really smart and sexy. And talented. Also, he's much older than me," I shared, watching his blue eyes grow sharper. "And he fucks like a dream."

  Birds sang and chirped around us and branches swayed in the wind while we kept our eyes on each other, neither of us blinking. I didn't allow myself to cringe after what I had just told him, didn't allow myself to dwell on the fact that he was my employer.

  All I saw was Jude. My Jude. He was mine in my fantasies and he would be mine in reality, even if all I ever got was a taste of him in bed. I'd take it. I'd take anything before Jennifer came back and drew him away from me.

  "Do you know I’m planning to work till late tonight?" he asked me suddenly.

  I was puzzled by the change of subject. "Err…no. I guess we should go back inside.”

  Jude's razor-sharp gaze never faltered from me as he spoke. "I need you tonight…to do more things for me, Riley. I need you to work late with me.”

  I tried to control my breathing, hearing the command in his tone and the way he phrased those words. His words were my kryptonite.

  "We can order lunch and dinner to eat in. And you can sleep in the guest bedroom."

  My stare was quite obvious, my heart thumping at his suggestions, of what he had in mind for the rest of the day. There was no way I could spend the night at his house and not go crazy trying to keep myself from ravishing the object of my obsession.

  "I don't have any spare clothes," I muttered the only excuse I could think of.

  Jude shrugged. "You can wear something of mine."

  I might have stopped breathing at that. Was he serious? Wear his clothes? Like actually put on Jude's clothes, clothes that smelled like him, clothes that had been against his bare skin? Put on those clothes and sleep in them, having the same fabric rubbing against my nakedness?

  I felt a tightening between my legs and regarded him with barely concealed lust in my eyes. He didn't balk or look away.

  "Okay," I said and my voice sounded all raspy and clogged. I cleared my throat and swallowed, hoping night would come faster as I thought of the boon he had offered me without even knowing what it would mean.

  Chapter 15

  Jude

  I had penned a lot of scenes in my life, lived them through my imagination, submerged myself into scenarios I knew I would never get to experience in real life and done a hell of a great job on all of it. But nothing had prepared me for this. I didn’t write sex scenes. I had never written them before now. My books contained vague references to characters having sex sometimes and that was it. My strong point was plot and dialogue delivery. Not erotica.

  But I was writing it now and I was actually enjoying it. I loved how it played into the story, changed the dynamic between my protagonists. He knew…he knew that she was obsessed with him, had found out by now and yet, he was still fucking her. He couldn’t help himself.

  She haunted his every thought, consumed him and made him feel like a god amongst men. He couldn’t get enough of her. Of her wildness and her energy, her desire for him at all times of the day. They seemed to have lost themselves in their pleasure, their world of obsession and testing boundaries. He started making mistakes, getting condemned for it but she had become his addiction just like he had become hers and there was no stopping them. There was no getting through to him, no changing the fact that she had isolated him from each and every person who cared about him just so that she could keep him all to herself. One glimpse of her body, her luscious curves and one crook of her finger and he couldn’t think straight anymore.

  She was to become his agony, his destruction, his hellfire.

  “So let me burn,” I whispered and sat back after typing out my last sentence for the chapter. Looking out the window, I felt a stiffness in my jeans and heat crawling across my body.

  I needed a shower.

  When I pushed back my chair and stood up, I went completely still. Riley was there in my office, standing by the bookshelves, staring at me. I had forgotten about her. I mean, I hadn’t actually forgotten but I just hadn’t been paying attention. Once I dived into my writing cave, I didn’t see reality anymore. And she had been super quiet, I realized, for me to not even be aware of her presence.

  And now she was watching me before letting her gaze fall to my crotch where I was kind of hard after living through that lusty scene. She should have looked horrified, right? But she appeared almost enthralled by my state of arousal. And I should have been embarrassed but…I was all pumped up and ready to go.

  Jennifer, a voice whispered in my head. The voice of reason and conscience and sanity.

  But then another voice sounded and obliterated all of those good and reasonable inclinations.

  “Do you want me to take care of that for you?”

  I blinked at her in surprise, pretty sure my ears were not deceiving me. She really had said those words to me.

  “What?” I asked anyway because this was so bizarre. It was like I was suddenly thrust into a porn movie and things were seriously starting to escalate.

  She licked her lips, eyes smoky behind those glasses and said, “The scene. You want me to put in some feedback on this one too?”

  I breathed out slowly, unable to stop looking at her as my erection started to abate. “Yeah…sure. Have a look if you want. I think I’m getting better at it.”

  She smirked at me, looking absolutely mischievous. “I’m sure you are.”

  I decided that I liked this look on her, wanted her to look like this more often. Were those glimpses of a girl she usually kept hidden from the world? Sometimes when I observed her closely, it felt like she was harboring a different persona altogether. Normally she was serious and quiet, a little withdrawn. But I couldn’t stop believing that she wanted to be so much more. That there was a beast caged within her that she tried every day not to unleash.

  “Jeez,” I said to myself and shook my head. I needed to step out of writer mode for a minute and get bac
k to normal. Except this was my normal.

  “I’ll come downstairs in an hour. Order something for lunch, please. Just use the restaurant down the road from here.”

  I went upstairs, stripped off my clothes and hopped in the shower right away, keeping the temperature warm. I needed to write something else today, something not so sexual. It was messing with me, making me think all kinds of filthy things even when I stepped away from the laptop. My mind seemed to be working at a much faster pace than usual these days and I seemed to find flashes of inspiration at every corner.

  It was a good thing but then too much of it made my body come alive as well, filled me up with this restless energy. Jennifer hadn’t called or texted me since she had left and frankly, I didn’t miss her all that much either. My girlfriend’s grumbling and complaining was something I could do without right now.

  I was standing next to the bed toweling my hair when my phone screen lit up, signaling a message on my Twitter account. The novelist one.

  Haven’t seen you around lately. My eyes are starving for a glimpse of you in public - @wynnie

  I blew out a breath and shook my head, my thumb hovering over the block user option. I suppose she was referring to the fact that I hadn’t gone out since that night at the restaurant when I’d punched William. How was she keeping track of me this way? I knew I shouldn’t but I typed out a message and sent it to her anyway.

  You need to stop this. You can’t say such things to me - @judethenovelist

  She replied a few seconds later with, Somebody needs to.

  I read it and fought the urge to smile. Christ, Jude. She’s a fucking stalker. She isn’t right in the head. Stop. For all you know, it could be a ‘he’.

  I have a girlfriend, you know, I messaged back and stretched out in bed, enjoying the feel of the cold breeze coming in through my open windows.

  I don’t care. She doesn’t seem like what you need, anyway.