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  Table of Contents

  OBSESSION

  COPYRIGHT

  BLURB

  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

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

  EPILOGUE

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  COPYRIGHT

  OBSESSION ©2016 Shantel Tessier

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  BLURB

  I have lost those who I have loved.

  I have bled for those I hate.

  I have lied to those who are honest.

  What am I?

  You're a sinner dressed in white.

  You’re a ghost in the night.

  You're the demons that I fight.

  Who are you?

  Both of us were sinners. She was hell-bent on revenge, and I was determined to let her have it. She was a beautiful sin that alone would be my damnation. And for her, I was willing to dig my own grave. She took what little pride I had left and made me look like a fool. I lusted for a taste of her darkness, for it was the same color as mine. I envied the way she was able to say no, as if she really meant it. I will endure the wrath of having her no matter the cost of my greed. But I have always been a glutton for punishment. She became my obsession and like any other drug, she took all the pain away but brought me to a new level of low. Too bad falling in love with her brought on a different kind of hell that I wasn’t sure we would live through. We were both running from a past that was going to tear apart our future. What I thought was going to be a beautiful beginning turned out to be a torturous end.

  PROLOGUE

  BRECKEN

  Do you remember the first time you met the person you fell in love with? Do you remember the way they looked at you? The way they made your heart beat faster?

  I do!

  I was in high school. A senior, to be exact. It was my first day at a new school, having just recently moved to this small town in Texas.

  I come up to my classroom door and take a deep breath before I open the door. I walk in, and everyone quiets as I enter. I clear my throat and look at the teacher. “I’m Brecken Hawke,” I announce.

  She takes my paper from me as I stand in front of the class. I scan the desks quickly and only see two seats available, Of course, they are both in the front row.

  “Welcome to World Literature, Brecken,” she says happily. “Please take a seat.” She points at the front seat on the right, and I cringe. I need to find out if these seats are assigned. If not, I need to get here earlier to get one in the back.

  I sit down in my seat as I hear some of the students snicker. I’m sure it’s at me, but I couldn’t really give a fuck what they think of me. I’ll just beat their asses later if I need to.

  “Okay.” The teacher claps her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s get the day started. Did everyone get their assignment …?”

  We all turn to look at the door as it swings open. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Bells,” a girl says as she rushes into the room. “We got held up in the gym,” she explains.

  My eyes run up her exposed legs to her short cheerleading uniform as she walks right past my desk. She sits down in the empty seat next to me. Her long dark brown hair shields her face from me, but I find myself leaning back in my seat to see that her top has ridden up in the back, showcasing two little dimples. Instantly, my mind is in the gutter. It’s been too long since I’ve fucked a chick. Well, before the move. That’s like, at least, three weeks.

  “Excuse me?”

  My eyes travel up her side, and I linger on her breasts as she pants from rushing to the classroom. They’re not overly large, but they’re also not small. About a handful, just right.

  She clears her throat. “Excuse me?” I hear her say again.

  I lift my eyes to look into hers. My eyes look into the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. They’re a dark blue with green specs. They freeze me where I sit. It’s as if she can see into my soul, and it takes my breath away. Her long dark hair is pushed over to the right side of her face, and her pouty lips are covered in a light pink gloss. I wanna lick it off. I wonder if it tastes like strawberries.

  “Looking for something?” she asks with a knowing smile on her face.

  I mentally shake my head and take a deep breath. “Not anymore,” I respond, trying to play it cool

  She chuckles and the sound makes me break out in goose bumps. She’s beautiful! Gorgeous. I’ve never seen someone look so fucking hot and beautiful at the same time. Her body in such close proximity makes mine hum.

  I need to get to know this woman. “What’s your name?” I ask softly as the teacher starts her lesson.

  “Nicole.” She reaches out her right hand. “Nicole Crawford.” Even her name sounds heavenly. “What’s yours?”

  “Brecken,” I say as my hand takes hers. Her hand is so small inside mine, and her skin is so soft.

  “Well, Brecken, you’d better pay attention,” She slides her eyes to the teacher, and I’m desperate to have her attention back on me so I can stare at them. “We’ll have a test over this tomorrow.”

  I lean over my desk, and a smile spreads across my face. “Wanna be my tutor?”

  She throws her head back laughing, and I hear a soft snort. The entire class bursts into laughter. I just sit back and watch her as she laughs with her entire body as if I’m the funniest guy she’s ever heard.

  “Nicole,” the teacher snaps. “Brecken.”
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br />   “Yes, ma’am?” I ask looking up at her.

  “Do you two need a minute alone?” she asks, narrowing her eyes on me.

  “No, ma’am, that’s not nearly enough for me. I need at least thirty,” I say leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms over my chest.

  Nicole gasps beside me, and then she reaches over to shove my arm. The entire class laughs out loud, and I give the teacher a smug smile. She just touched me.

  “That’s it.” The teacher puts down her chalk, clapping her hands together to dust them off. “You two. The principal’s office now!”

  “Only in class for ten minutes and already on your way to the principal’s office?” Nicole asks as we walk down the hallway. “Is that a personal best for you?”

  I slide my eyes to look over at her. She’s so short compared to me. I’m almost six feet. She has to be like five-foot-four.

  “Would you be impressed if I said yes?” I ask with a smirk.

  She stops walking, and I do the same. She turns to face me. She looks up at me with those dark blue eyes. “Let’s just say I was impressed before you ever even opened your mouth,” she says matter-of-factly.

  I stand in the middle of the silent hallway. A smile spreads across my face as she spins around and walks off.

  I watch her long dark hair as it runs down her back and the way she sways her hips in that fucking skirt. I imagine bending her over my desk in the classroom and pushing it up. Easy access. My cock hardens, and my heart hammers. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

  “You just gonna stand there, or are you coming?” she calls out with a chuckle, not even bothering to turn around to face me.

  “Oh, I’m coming,” I call out, and her chuckle turns into a full-out laugh.

  I know what you must think. I was seventeen. A horny teenager. I wasn’t thinking about the life I wanted to give her. The only thing on my mind was her on top of me in the backseat of my car.

  But I thought I was in love. I thought I would do anything to make her mine. Turns out, I didn’t have to do much. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

  But what if I tell you the love I wanted was not the love I ended up getting? What if I told you that the brunette girl I met in that class was taken from me? She was ripped from my life thirteen years ago, and well, life is a bitch.

  And what do you do with a bitch? You fuck it!

  CHAPTER ONE

  BRECKEN

  THIRTEEN YEARS LATER

  “Where are you?” Case, my best friend, demands on the other end of the phone.

  “I told you I’ll be right back.” I avoid answering his question as I try to drive in the pouring rain. We can talk about business later.

  “Brecken,” he growls. “What could be so important that you had to leave the graduation so quickly?”

  I squint; the rain is really coming down, making it hard to see. It’s only a little after eight, but it’s as dark as can be. “I have somewhere I have to be,” I say for the third time since he called me two minutes ago.

  “Brecken—”

  “I’ll see you back at the club,” I say and then hang up on him. I just left his girlfriend’s college graduation for a booty call. I know how it must sound, but this booty call is important. Some women you must make a priority, and this woman is one of them.

  No, I don’t love her.

  No, I don’t care to really know her.

  But this woman holds information I need. Information I need for my best friend, Case. And I’m doing what I have to do to get it out of her. Which is fucking her brains out. Make a woman weak in the knees and well, she’ll never try to stand up. She’ll learn to count on you. Need you. This woman is a very powerful woman, and for me to be the one who has her on her knees is not only essential but also enjoyable. She is a business partner of ours in a sense. See, Case and I are in another business. We prey on the weakness of addicts. If they wanna snort it, shoot it, or smoke it—we have it. This woman is essential to that part of our lives.

  I turn the headlights off, making sure no one notices me as I drive through the upscale neighborhood in Chicago. Not like they could really see me anyway, but you can never be too cautious. All of these houses sit on four to five acres and aren’t even visible from the street. They are all in a gated community with one way in and one way out.. It’s the richest part of Chicago, and in the last year, I have been coming to visit once a week.

  I slow down as I try to find the lights outside the gate through the rain on my windshield. Once I see the two lighted rock pillars on either side of the entry gate, I pull into the driveway. I come to a stop and roll down my window to punch in the four-digit code. Rain pours in the car in the two seconds that it takes to do that, soaking half my body and the inside of my Range Rover.

  I roll up the window as I turn and wait for the gate to open. Several seconds go by and then I watch through the rain as it opens. I drive through it and make the long way up the driveway; normally, I would see trees line it, but the lack of my headlights and the decreased visibility from the rain prevents that at the moment. But I don’t need to see them to know where they are. I’ve driven this enough to know where I’m going. Lights shine through the rain to illuminate the outside of the black and white mansion. I park my Range Rover in front of the five-car garage. I shut it off and then grab my gun out of the center console. I also place my cell in my back pocket before I look to see how much time I have. Usually, I don’t give myself a time limit when I come to visit this house, but tonight, I have plans. I have exactly two hours to get in and get out. Literally. Case will kill me if I’m not back to Seven Deadly Sins by the time he proposes to his girlfriend, Taylor.

  I open the door and get out. The cold rain beats down on my skin, and it has me breaking out in goose bumps. I slam the car door shut and run toward the front door of the house. As soon as my boots hit the first step on the porch, one of the large glass doors opens for me. I enter the house and let out a sigh as I stand dripping wet in the foyer. A pool of water starts to form on the black and white marble floor. I look up to see the staircase that runs up and then splits to the left and right. A picture of a beautiful woman bigger than my Range Rover hangs on the wall, and a smirk tugs at my lips. I sure do enjoy these visits.

  “Hello, darling.”

  I turn to see Monica close the door behind me. A soft smile spreads on her exotic face. She wears a see-through black robe, but her long black hair hangs over both of her shoulders, hiding her tits from me. Teasing me. Her chocolate brown eyes look me up and down, and her smile doesn’t falter when she notices the puddle at my feet.

  I wish I had a heart. I wish I could feel something. I’ve seen men fall in love with her from the richness of her voice alone. I, on the other hand, have to fake it. The love, that is—the fact that she turns me on is no secret to either one of us. The fact that she belongs to a man who I know very well only adds to my excitement.

  “Hello,” I say gruffly.

  She takes a step toward me, and I raise my hand to her. She tilts her head as her smile falls off her plump lips. “What’s wrong?” she asks softly.

  “I’m wet,” I say gesturing to my clothes. “I don’t wanna get you wet.”

  A smile tugs at her nude but shiny lips, and she lets out a rich laugh that I know echoes throughout the quiet mansion. “Thought that was the reason you came over here to begin with,” she says flirting.

  I go to speak but the sound of thunder booms so loud, it rattles the glass doors behind us. Then the lights go out. “Shit!” I hiss. I came here for a reason. The weather is gonna fuck me over.

  We both stand in the darkness for a few seconds; the only sound is the rain beating down on her house and my heavy breathing due to running from my car. “I’ll light some candles,” she says as she begins to walk away from the foyer.

  I remove my wet shoes and socks, placing them by the front door before I follow her.

  I follow silently and avoid looking around at the now dark house. I know
it all anyway. I know every expensive art fixture that hangs from the walls. I know every family portrait and the color of the richly dark walls. The expensive marble floors and the authentic hand knotted Persian rugs. But none of that is important. None of it matters. I’m here for one reason, and that is to satisfy her. To give her whatever she wants even if that means treating her like my own personal slave. And that’s exactly what I get off on.

  We make our way up the grand staircase and turn right, walking down a long hallway. She opens a set of double doors that enter her master suite, and I look over to the king-size four-post bed with determination. Get in and get out.

  “I’m going to go and use the restroom. Please excuse me for a moment.”

  I lean down and give her a soft kiss on her forehead before I make my way to the bathroom. Instinct has me reaching over and flipping on the light switch. I grind my teeth in frustration when I remember the power had gone out.

  I remove the gun from my waistband and place it on the countertop. Then my wet shirt. After placing it beside my gun, I then undo my belt around my pants before I undo them, push the wet and clinging fabric down my legs. I’m removing my boxers when I hear her enter behind me.

  She walks in and places a tall black candle on the white marble countertop next to her side of the sink and looks over at me. Her naturally tanned skin looks even darker, richer in the soft glow of the candle. She really is beautiful. I remember the first time I ever saw her.

  “Hello, Brecken,” a man by the name of Rox says as he reaches his hand out to me.

  “Hello,” I say with a head nod. “And this must be Case?” he asks turning to face my friend who stands next to me.

  They say their hellos, and then Case and I sit on the couch as Rox sits across from us on a high back chair. He resembles a mafia king. His jet-black hair is slicked back, and his black eyes match his hair perfectly. His three-piece suit is also black. He straightens his tie as he clears his throat. “I have heard nothing but good things about you boys,” he states.