Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

MONALISA’S P. O. V

We passionately kissed, drawing each other closer. His hands held my waist as

He deepened the kiss by gently sliding his tongue into my mouth, and I responded by sucking on it.

Tears streamed down my face, a mix of conflicting emotions. Despite feeling wrong, I knew it was time to let go of Derek. Our relationship was nonexistent, making it easier to forget him.

But my love for him is so strong that it pains me to see it transforming into hatred and a desire for revenge. I can’t understand why all of this is coming to light now, why Derek had to be Bobby’s son. Why does he have to be the offspring of a man who cruelly robbed me of my joy and happiness? A man who left me orphaned at such a tender age and thrust me into the cruel hands of Dominic to divorce. Why?

I am determined to bring justice to my family. I will track down each one of them, including their children. They need to experience the pain and suffering I have endured all these years. I will ensure they face a slow and painful death. It’s time for me to start outlining my plans.

Out of nowhere, we were both startled by a knock on the door. Hastily, we separated from each other. I averted my eyes, feeling bashful as I nervously bit my lip, pondering what thoughts were running through his mind. I hoped that the kiss hadn’t given him the wrong idea.

You used me and then discarded me,” he teased, pointing to himself. “I still enjoyed it though,” he said, smoothing his lower lip with his fingers. “But I hope it made you feel better,” he quickly added.

I nodded, hoping to clarify things. “Please don’t misunderstand. The kiss meant nothing. Please forget about it and move on,” I muttered as I walked past him. I went to my bed and began rearranging Gardy’s belongings, putting them back in her luggage and placing them in my wardrobe.

I veered almost immediately and caught him wiping away tears from his eyes, and that made my mind drift back to the scene he created at Gardy’s home. He was indeed a crying baby. I shook my head, as I knew he was already developing feelings for me, which I’m not interested in any of that now.

The knock kept coming, and suddenly I heard Derek’s voice, “Joanna, I’m coming in, right now.” He pushed the door open and strode inside, but the moment he sighted Doven, he halted as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I will leave you both now.” Doven quickly excused himself and rushed outside shutting the door after him.

As soon as Doven exited the room, Derek redirected his attention towards me, approaching and positioning himself in front of me. He extended his hands towards my hair, but I promptly rejected his touch, distancing myself, and walked closer to the window. I crossed my arms beneath my chest, disregarding his presence.

I don’t understand why he felt the need to appear here. I have no desire to see him, as he bears a strong resemblance to his father. Their facial features are identical, and I am struggling to refrain from angrily confronting him.

He quickly approached me and positioned himself behind me, then he embraced me. However, I forcefully removed his hands and walked away from the window. I gradually turned around and observed the tender expression on his face, and I couldn’t ignore the pain that flickered in his eyes when I pushed him away. I am indifferent.

After a few minutes of silence between us, I assumed he would be angry with my behavior and stormed out of my room, just like the almighty Derek always does. However, it seemed he wasn’t ready to give up just yet, as he made another effort to reach out to me.

But this time, instead of hugging me, he stood in front of me and leaned over, placing his arms behind my knees, as he lifted me into his embrace.

Derek! Release me!” I shouted directly at him. However, he disregarded my plea and proceeded towards my bathroom. “De—-”

“Your breath is unpleasant. Please stop speaking.” He scoffed loudly, shutting me down and effortlessly maintaining his smug expression, leaving me speechless as I stared at him in disbelief. Realizing that I would never be able to outwit him in an argument, I decided to remain silent and allowed him to carry me into the bathroom.

He used his leg to push open my bathroom door, entering gently and closing it behind him. He positioned himself in the center of the bathroom and delicately lifted me onto my toes. I observed him as he confidently walked towards the bathtub and filled it with soapy water before returning to where I stood.

He stood before me, gazing at me with love and admiration, but my interest had waned. He then smiled at me and attempted to touch my hair, but I pushed his hand away and tried to distance myself from him. However, he swiftly grasped my hand and pulled me towards him, causing me to almost stumble onto his chest with wide eyes.

What–”

“Let me, Bunny,” he whispered, cutting me off and surprising me. Without waiting for my response, he moved behind me and slowly unzipped my dress, causing it to fall to the ground. I stood there in just my underwear and bra, feeling his intense gaze on my body.

“Are you lost for words now?” I scoffed, attempting to walk past him again. However, he grabbed my hands and pulled me back towards him.

He carefully guided me into a bathtub brimming with soapy water and positioned me to sit in it. I observed quietly as he proceeded to wash my hair with complete confidence and seriousness, before tending to my arms and legs. In just forty minutes, he finished the task and lifted me out of the bathtub in a gentle manner, how one would handle a baby.

After drying my body with the towel, he proceeded to use the hand dryer to dry my hair. “I’m not a fan of this hair color. What made you decide to change it?” He furrowed his brow, attempting to initiate a conversation.

“Simply because I enjoy it,” I casually replied, turning to meet his gaze. A smirk appeared on my face as our eyes locked.

He let out a sigh and tenderly turned me to face him. He romantically held my hands, almost causing me to blush, but I swiftly regained my composure.

Bunny, I am aware that my words hurt you back at my father’s mansion. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? I am not accustomed to experiencing such emotions, which is why I reacted that way. This was a completely new experience for me,” he whispered in the calmest tone I have ever heard. His words deeply affected me, leaving me feeling vulnerable as I lowered my head, unable to contain my wide smile.

Using his index finger, he gently lifted

my head and looked into my eyes, hoping for a response. I nodded my head quickly and said, “I forgive you.” With a smile, he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

I have to forgive him, even though I no longer care about his feelings for me. I don’t want to arouse suspicion when I start executing my plans. Having on good relationship with him will make it easier to access and ruin him.

He stood up and continued drying my hair. “Where were you? I called you multiple times, but you never answered or returned any of the calls. I was so worried because I wanted to tell you that Gardy was kidnapped,” he revealed.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

My hands tightened into a fist, and tears welled up in my eyes. “Gardy wasn’t kidnapped. She simply went back to her hometown for a little while. I was with her before she left,” I replied through gritted teeth.

“By the way, my father wants to see you again. I think he really liked your previous visit,” he mentioned casually, as he haphazardly tied my hair into a messy bun.

As soon as I heard his name, I felt a shiver run down my spine and anger surged within me. However, I made an effort to remain composed. It seems fate wants us to cross paths once more, and who am I to refuse? I would be interested in meeting those demons again.

“I will meet him then. I had a great time with him during my previous visit too.” I smiled.