Obsessed

by Ashton Blackthorne

  “Veronica, we’ve been over this.” I eased her off of me. I rolled out of bed pouring a glass of scotch.

  Veronica sat up clutching the sheet to her breasts.

  “I love you. We’ve been together for almost three years now. You’ve never once said you loved me. We’re graduating in two weeks and I need to know where this relationship is going. You know what I want. You’ve never said what you want.”

  I finished my scotch and looked at her. She was everything I wanted sitting right there in my bed, but yet…

  I couldn’t. Not now.

  Not after my mother…

  I wanted to love her, but every time I looked into myself it wasn’t there. I cared about her more than I’d ever cared about anyone.

  But I just didn’t love her.

  Not yet.

  “Ronnie, you know I care about you. You mean more to me than any other woman. I’ve been faithful to you since the day we met. I want us to be together, but I’m not ready to commit to anyone or anything yet. I need to focus on my career right now.”

  Veronica stared at me her eyes filling with tears. She began to pull on her clothes.

  “I got an offer from Phillips and Hartman.”

  I swallowed hard and poured another scotch.

  “In London?”

  She nodded folding her arms beneath her breasts.

  “Are you going to take it?”

  She sighed and sat on the bed.

  “I don’t know. It’s a great offer. Lots of money, fast track to the top, and great benefits. You know I adore London. But I want us to be together.”

  I sat down next to her and grabbed her hand.

  I couldn’t stand for her to go. We’d been together for almost three years. I’d never had any type of long term relationship with anyone else.

  But I couldn’t say I loved her. I would be lying if I did.

  “Ronnie, I adore you. You’re sexy, beautiful, charming, fun, and tremendously intelligent. And you’re fantastic in bed. But if you want me to say I love you or we’re getting married….I can’t.”

  Her face fell as she stood up.

  “I love you. I want to have a life with you. I know I’ll never love anyone like I love you. You’re everything I want. Let’s do this. You don’t have to say it yet, but I know you love me deep down. Say the word and I won’t go. I can wait for you to come around as long as we’re together. I can get a job in New York.”

  I swallowed hard. I couldn’t ask her to give up her dreams not for a guy who may never be able to love her.

  I stood up and pulled a pair of jeans on. I walked over to the window and looked out at the stars twinkling in the deep night sky.

  “You have to go. I can’t ask you to give up your dreams. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. I won’t have you throw your life away for me. You have too much going for you.”

  Her voice trembled as she spoke.

  “Ash, please. Don’t do this.”

  I turned to see tears spilling down her cheeks.

  “Ronnie, you have to go. In fact, I insist. It’s over. School is ending. It’s time to start our lives.”

  She began to sob as she ran to me. I held my hands up to block her.

  “No, it’s over. I care about you, but I don’t love you. You need to leave.”

  “No, please don’t do this. Please I can’t stand it.”

  “You will be fine. Go.” I forced myself to harden my voice. I turned away from her. I couldn’t bear to see her face.

  Veronica picked up her purse as she walked to the door.

  “Please don’t hate me for this. It’s for your own good. I can’t love you. I can’t love anyone.”

  Then she uttered the words that would haunt me forever.

  “Remember this day, Ash, for it’s the day your life changed forever. It’s the day you turned your back on love, the day your world went black. The sun will never shine for you again as long as you live.” With that, she slammed the door. A picture crashed to the floor the glass shattering.

  I awoke with a start as my head hit the desk with a thud. I glanced up to see the rest of the office quiet and dark. My phone read 11:00 PM. I must’ve fallen asleep after that last glass of scotch. I flexed my hand which was bandaged but sore from hitting the desk earlier.

  A handwritten note was taped to my computer screen.

  Ash,

  I didn’t have the heart to wake you. You seemed so tired. I know what all this must be doing to you having Veronica of all people going after the company you were trying so desperately to buy.

  Just know I’m here whenever you want to talk.

  Amber

  P.S. Feel free to come by my place after you wake up. I’ll be up late

  I crumpled the note with a smile. Amber always knew exactly what I needed. Locking up my office, I headed towards Amber’s apartment.

  Arriving home after being at Amber’s, I walked into my dungeon. Strolling over to the walk-in closet, I threw open the doors. There were racks of lingerie in all different sizes. But one garment in particular caught my eye. It was a black and red leather corset. It was exquisitely made. I picked it up and held it in my hands. Feeling the leather, I brought it to my face to inhale the sweet perfume of the woman who’d last wore it.

  The only woman who’d ever worn that corset was Veronica.

  Being an erotic connoisseur of the finest sexual imagery and experiences, I was a regular at Agent Provocateur, an upscale lingerie boutique. Having a supply of sexy lingerie for my female companions was of utmost importance to me. Most of the ladies were usually of the similar proportions so size generally wasn’t an issue. A few times I had a female guest who was quite petite except that her breasts were enormous in the 32G range and another who had such tiny tits she didn’t even need a bra.

  But those were the exception.

  Today, as I walked into the boutique, Celia, my personal shopper greeted me.

  “Mr. Blackthorne, such a pleasure to see you again! Would you like a Pellegrino or champagne?” Celia was a beautiful statuesque blonde about forty five. She was quite attractive.

  “Macallan if you have it.” I smiled and winked knowing they didn’t.

  She smiled sighing.

  “If it would make you happy, Mr. Blackthorne, I will run down the street to O’Reilly’s and pick some up.”

  I waved my hand.

  “Of course not, Celia. Pellegrino will be fine, thank you.”

  She nodded and went to retrieve a bottle.

  I began thumbing through the racks of silky lingerie.

  Suddenly, I heard a woman softly sobbing.

  I turned to look behind me and saw a gorgeous blonde vixen standing there with two black corsets with garters in her hand.

  “Miss, what’s wrong?” Immediately, I was by her side. I pulled a linen monogrammed handkerchief from my suit pocket. A bit old fashioned I know, but my father always taught me that good manners never go out of style.

  Startled, she glanced up at me her beautiful green eyes studied me cautiously.

  “It’s nothing. I’m fine.” She waved her hand at me quickly dabbing her eyes.

  I handed her my handkerchief.

  She took it hesitantly noticing the monogram.

  “A nice touch. Monogrammed? What does ALB stand for?”

  “Ashton Lin Blackthorne,” I smiled at her. She was truly stunning. Her blonde hair was silky and long spilling down her back. Her lips were full, sensual, and wet with a touch of red gloss. Her body was phenomenal as evidenced in her tight blue sweater and slim black skirt. She was wearing very high heels showing off perfectly long slim legs.

  She smiled briefly. Sadness colored her pretty eyes which were lined expertly with black liner.

  “Nice to meet you, Ashton.”

  “You can call me Ash. And you are?”

  “Brooke.” I saw a spark of interest in her eyes, but then she turned her attention back to her corsets.

  “Why were you crying,
Brooke?”

  She handed me back my handkerchief appearing disinterested.

  “Keep it. I have a million of them.” I shrugged turning away. If that’s the way she wanted to play it….

  As I walked away, I heard her heels clicking behind me.

  That always worked.

  “Ash, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you. It’s just…I broke up with my boyfriend a few days. He was cheating on me with another girl. I thought that by coming here and picking something out it would make me feel better. It’s just…not…”

  “I’m sorry to hear that. Men can be such assholes. How long were you two together?”

  She laid her corset selections on the rack in front of us.

  “About two years. I dated him throughout college. Turns out he’d been fucking my former sorority sister for six months!”

  I shook my head with sympathy.

  “It’s his loss. You’re gorgeous. I’m sure you’ll have guys lining up to take his place.”

  She sighed and shrugged.

  “That’s why I’m here. I actually have a blind date tonight and I want to look fabulous, but I’m not sure what to wear, you know, underneath my clothes.”

  From where I was standing she looked phenomenal. Lucky guy.

  But from my experience luck isn’t given it’s taken.

  Casually, I picked up a few of the corsets she’d been looking at. One was a black satin one with a bra attached. Black garters hung from the corset. I could envision her bent over pulling silky sheer black stockings over her long legs one leg perched on a chair her tits hanging lushly….

  She carefully studied my face as I ran my hand over the silky material.

  “I know this is probably a stupid question, but you’re handsome and sexy. You know what men like. Could you maybe…no, it’s stupid…forget it.”

  Brooke blushed furiously as she turned her face from me. I grinned inwardly. I knew exactly what she wanted.

  And what I wanted.

  “No, it’s fine. What is it you wanted to ask me?” I handed her the corset back.

  Glancing down at the corset in her hands, she smiled.

  “Would you mind giving me your opinion on this?”

  I stiffened up a bit feeling my cock lurch at the thought.

  “Certainly. Do you mean--?”

  “Follow me into the dressing room. Watch me try it on.”

  She shook out her blonde hair as she awaited my reply.

  “Of course, I’d be happy to help.” I winked at her.

  As we walked towards the dressing room together, she stopped.

  “Wait a second, I don’t even know you! You must think I’m some sort of depraved slut. I just met you I can’t do this.”

  I reached for arm.

  “Brooke, we’re just talking about me giving you a male opinion of your lingerie selection not anything else, right?”

  A tiny smile played on her lips and she nodded.

  “Okay then. Follow me.” She curled her forefinger at me.

  I loved this store for several reasons. For one, it had an amazing selection of sexy lingerie. Secondly, it had a spacious dressing room.

  Walking into the dimly lit dressing room, I patiently sat down on the velvet backed chair. Brooke smiled nervously as she slipped her clothes off. As I watched her undress, I felt my cock pressing hard against my pants. She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. It fell away from her breasts sliding down her arms. They were magnificent. I smiled broadly crossing my legs to disguise my erection.

  Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a white gold chain around her neck. There was something dangling from it between her breasts. As I peered closer, my heart caught in my throat.

  It was an antique rose gold locket nearly identical to the one I’d given Veronica on our first anniversary.

  The one I’d had inscribed with the word, ‘Mine’.

  My mouth felt dry as I attempted to speak. Brooke continued undressing until she noticed my expression.

  “What’s wrong, Ash?”

  My focus remained on the necklace.

  “Nothing. Where did you get that necklace?”

  She looked down at the locket and held it between her fingers.

  “My father gave it to me. It belonged to my mother.”

  The room seemed to be closing in on me. Just the words my mother sent chills down my spine.

  I loosened my tie in an attempt to breathe better. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was escape from that dressing room.

  Brooke leaned over to caress my hair.

  “Ash, are you okay? Is it me?”

  I shook my head. She continued to run her hands down my chest over my shirt. When she reached my cock, I pushed her away.

  Her face reddened and she looked hurt.

  “I’m sorry. I thought that…”

  Abruptly, I stood up. Now when I looked at her all I could think of was Veronica.

  Brushing her cheek with a light kiss, I opened the door.

  “Don’t be sorry, it’s not you. I just can’t. All I can think of my is ex-girlfriend. That necklace…it looks exactly like the one I gave her.” The words tumbled from my mouth before I could stop them.

  She nodded clutching her clothes to her chest.

  “I have to go. Good luck on your date tonight. He’s a lucky guy.” With that, I raced from the store.

  As usual, Fifth Avenue was teeming with people. I hardly glanced at anyone as I made my way back to my car. Why was this happening now? I hadn’t seen or spoken to Veronica in nearly four years, but after seeing Brooke in that necklace all I could think of was her. Every blonde I saw looked like Veronica.

  Jumping into my car, I pushed the ignition button. I had to get out of the city. Driving aimlessly for hours, I finally reached my destination, the beach house in Hyannis.

  I got out of the car and walked down to the beach. It was a clear night with the stars glittering in the sky. Without a thought to my expensive suit, I knelt down in the sand. This was where Veronica and I shared our first kiss. Picking up the sand I let it fall through my fingertips like I let Veronica fall from my grasp.

  Was it always going to be this way for me? Would I never be able to feel love? All because of the way my mother left me?

  I pounded the sand with my fists. I screamed out over the roar of the ocean.

  Fuck!

  I couldn’t stand this terrible war raging within me. I wanted to see Veronica again. To feel her in my arms once more. Maybe then it would be different.

  As I turned to go into the house, I glanced once more up at the sky. Maybe wherever Veronica was in the world tonight she too was looking up at the same sky. If wishes do come true, maybe we would find ourselves together again on this beach.

  And this time I would never let her go.

  5

  Straightening my tie, I headed to the office of Ronald James. It was pretty clever for them to purchase the stocks under the name RJ Investments. The real name of Ronald James’ company was Peterman, Vogel, and James. Now that I knew Veronica was behind this I prepared myself to go head to head with her father.

  Ronald James was another old slick bastard. He never liked me much even before Veronica and I broke up. He was old money and resented ‘nouveau riche’ as he’d called my father. He’d always wanted Veronica to marry a Vanderbilt or a Kennedy, in other words anyone who wasn’t me.

  I pulled my Aston Martin up to the valet and tossed him the key. I ducked into the men’s room and ran my hands through my hair. It had been six years since my last encounter with Veronica which had ended just as badly as our break up. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face her again.

  I had been named a partner with Harold and Jeremy Goldstein. Taking my new assistant, Amber out for a drink seemed appropriate. As Amber and I walked into the lobby of the Core Club, all eyes were on us. This wasn’t unusual as I always seemed to turn heads. I thought perhaps this time it was Amber as she was absolutely stunning, but as a hush fell over the
crowded bar I realized it wasn’t because Amber was with me.

  It was because the Wall Street Journal had made my partnership with Goldstein front page news.

  “Ash, everyone is staring at us,” Amber whispered holding my arm.

  “That’s because you’re breathtakingly beautiful,” I whispered back.

  Amber rolled her eyes. She glanced down at a neighboring table and saw the cover of the Journal.

  “Look, Ash. Have you seen this?”

  I shrugged. I looked at the Journal every day.

  “No, look at the bottom right. It’s you.”

  I snatched the paper from her and right there on the front cover was my picture next to Harold and Jeremy Goldstein.

  I sat back stunned. It was another one of my dreams coming true. Sadly, it was too late. I had always wanted my father to share this day with me, but he had passed away last year after a brutal battle with pancreatic cancer.

  “I only wish my father could’ve seen this.” The words escaped my lips before I could stop them.

  Amber’s full lips turned downward.

  “I’m so sorry for your loss.” She squeezed my hand.

  I waved my other hand dismissively.

  “It was last year. Pancreatic cancer. I’m all right now.” I signaled the waitress to bring us drinks.

  When the waitress returned instead of bringing us the champagne I’d ordered, she placed a bottle of Macallan 25 on the table along with some glasses.

  “Excuse me, miss, but I didn’t order this. I asked for a bottle of your finest champagne.”

  She smiled and winked.

  “Compliments of the lovely woman at the end of the bar.” She gestured to the figure of a petite, shapely woman clad in a deep blue dress.

  As the woman turned in profile, I nearly fell out of my chair. That exquisite profile, the mass of spun gold hair, the hair that could only belong to one woman.

  Veronica.

  “Who is that?” Amber asked following my gaze. “She’s beautiful.”

  I nodded and gulped down a glass of the fine scotch. I knew Veronica would be coming over to our table. I had no idea what I would say to her or what she might say to me. It had been four years since our breakup and I hadn’t heard a word from her.