by V. F. Mason
The heated stares started and it was the last thing I needed to see. With one last peck on her forehead, I let go of my daughter and hoped with all my heart she always would have this light of happiness in her eyes. "I'm going to check on your mom."
We might have been together for almost eighteen years, but the woman still made my heart spin and body hurt from desire.
Sapphire
The soft breeze touched my cheek, cooling my heated body and allowing me to enjoy the weather through the open balcony window that spun the white, sheer curtains. The beach house's master bedroom had nothing but a huge king-sized bed, bathroom, and a sofa. The heavy weight on my chest whimpered, moving restlessly as I patted him gently on his diapered behind. "Shhh, sweetheart." He calmed down at once, nuzzling more into my collarbone.
My little mini Damian, aka Dane Scott, or, as I called him, an unexpected yet incredibly amazing surprise.
Damian and I tried for a baby for years after the accident, but nothing ever came of it. After one of my hysterics on the bathroom floor when one more test was negative, Damian decided to stop everything and appreciate the fact that we had Kristina.
And we did.
However, one year ago, I got sick, and we didn't know what was wrong until the doctor broke the news to us. With Kristina going off to college, we made plans to travel around the world, have some us time, and just live like a young couple without any responsibilities in the world. The baby changed a lot of stuff, and many people asked us if we really wanted to raise a kid in our forties.
But we did and couldn't be happier about it. Dane was just three months old, and since he needed his mama during nap times, I couldn't go for a walk with the rest of my family. Apparently, I had one more kid to add to the list, because where Kristina went, Hardy went. Remembering the day he proclaimed her his made me throw my head back and laugh.
"That's the sound I'll never getting tired of hearing," a rugged voice said, as my husband filled the doorway of our room, his assessing eyes absorbing every detail. He didn't have the chance to be there for me for the first five years of our child's life if we counted the pregnancy period too, so he soaked up all the experiences he could with Dane.
God, he was still so freaking sexy that he could make my knees weak with just a smile. He got rid of the beard to my protests, but still he maintained his bulky figure, even though his hair had several gray strands. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be on the beach with the kids."
He scowled at my words, and in a few steps joined me on the bed, lying at my side while his hand gently stroked Dane's cheek. "Hardy is not my kid."
I smirked. "I think it's fair to say he'll stick around."
"He'd better. Otherwise, I'll have to kick his ass, because Kristina will never give him up." True. Our baby girl was hopelessly in love, but somehow it didn't worry me as it had with Jason all those years ago.
I rested my head on his chest as he propped us gently against the headboard. "Are you happy?" I suddenly asked, and his hand stilled.
He raised it to my chin and shifted to look straight into my eyes. "Why wouldn't I be?" Confusion was written all over his face, and I softly ran my fingers across his forehead to straighten the frown lines he had.
"No, I mean… was this the life you envisioned for us?" Despite everything bad we had to go through, I didn't regret anything that happened to us and with us.
He captured my mouth in a soft yet passionate kiss and then rested his forehead on mine. "Sapphire… I never envisioned such a life for myself. I couldn't be happier." And he was right.
Our love story was unconventional. Dark. Disturbing back in his Sociopath days. The words I told my mother all those years ago played in my mind.
How could you love him? He is a monster.
No one could love a monster.
Oh, but I did. I fell in love with a monster who had a heart, even though darkness surrounded him. And while I wouldn't wish for anyone to endure the same circumstances or past we did, I was so grateful for becoming the monster's ultimate obsession.
Dominic’s and Rosa’s story "Pakhan’s Rose" will be the first book in a new series.
Coming 2016.
The Sociopath's Duet is done, and it still feels surreal to me. The idea of Sociopath and his love for one woman came to me almost a year ago, but I didn't think it would be possible for me to publish his story.
Damian will always have a special place in my heart.
First of all, as always I want to thank God and my family for everything they do for me. I couldn’t have done it without them. I love you all so much!
Huge thank you to Hot Tree Editing team for helping me with my editing process. Especially Becky, Peggy, and Kayla. Plus beta readers and final eyes, who gave me valuable feedback and made sure I covered any plot holes I had.
Thank you, Sommer from Perfect Pear Creative Cover for fabulous cover.
Lindee Robinson for beautiful cover photos.
L.J. Anderson from Mayhem Cover Creations for formatting and teasers. Always a pleasure working with you!
Thank you to Ena and Amanda from Enticing Journey Book Promotions for hosting my cover reveal, release blitz and blog tour.
Kiki, Ruth and the team at The Next Step PR. Thank you for guiding me and for everything else you do for me.
Thank you to all the bloggers for spreading the word about Sociopath’s Obsession and Revenge, and leaving reviews.
And finally to all the readers who took a chance on this journey of love between Sociopath and his Sapphire. Thank you to each one of you.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
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