Obsessed

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I opened the briefcase filled with money. Brooks finally paid his debt off to me. This was the perfect time to celebrate, but I couldn't stop thinking about Zena.

After breaking up with her through text message, she completely blocked me. Then I showed up at her job and insisted we had dinner. Zena's not a pushover, but she could tell I wanted to talk about something serious.

I just got some information that made me question everything about her. An old friend of mine was murdered a few years ago, and I've been heavily involved in the investigation. I'm really close with the detective working the case.

For two years, they had nothing...no DNA, fingerprints, or camera footage.

But they discovered Don Spencer had a fetish for young women who worked for him. He kept a list of all the ones he slept with and the number of times. Zena was on the list but without a number.

After putting my money away in a safe, I went to meet her for our dinner reservations. When I pulled up, there she was, looking beautiful as ever, and my dick twitched. I definitely missed fucking her.

"Hello gorgeous."

She looked in my direction. "Hi, Shawn."

The look on her face showed worry but I was hopeful our night would end well.

We went inside the restaurant and took our seats in a private section. Zena seemed on edge and periodically looked around. It was as if she was expecting someone to show up or find her.

Our orders were made and we sipped our drinks until our food arrived.

"What did you need to talk to me about?" She asked.

"Me and you."

"What about us? You broke up with me."

"I want to get back together."

She rolled her eyes and sipped her drink. I loved it when she gave me a little attitude. That shit turned me on.

"You were arrested before for assault."

She leaned back. "The charges were dropped."

"You knew Don Spencer?"

Her eyes widened then she paused. I smirked, seeing her reaction.

"Zena, I know you worked at Trophy."

"Yea, I did. Is that a crime?" Her mood was changing as expected.

"No, but what you did to him is one."

She shifted in her seat. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I grabbed my phone and gave it to her. "Press play."

"What is this?"

"Press...play."

She took my phone and did what I said. Her eyes squinted, trying to figure out what she was looking at.

The silent video showed Don's point of view. Zena comes into his office, he gets up and locks the door. He tries to grab Zena, causing them to struggle. She reaches, trying to grab something, then it gets fuzzy. The next frame he's backing up, showing the gun in her hand.

Zena immediately put the phone down on the table, pushing it towards me. Her breathing became rapid but she closed her eyes for a few seconds then opened them. Her breathing slowed back down.

"Don wore a spy cam on his chain. He would secretly tape himself having sex with his workers...that was his kink."

Zena sipped her drink, trying to play cool. "Is there any more of the video?"

"No, the chain falls off and hits the floor face down."

Zena hands begin to shake and my heart breaks for her.

"I can see that what you did was in self defense. But that doesn't mean the law will agree."

"Do the cops know about this video?"

"You would already be in jail if they did."

She took a deep breath. "So what now? Are you turning me in?"

"I don't know, should I?"

Zena covers her face with her hands, quietly trying not to cry.

"Shawn, my life will be ruined. It's not fair, he would have raped me if I didn't do anything. I just wanted him to leave me alone...I just wanted to go home."

The tears fell down her face and I wanted to hold her.

"W-What do I need to do?"

"You can turn yourself in or get back together with me...forget the text messages and anything that I said."

"What?"

"If you are seeing anyone else....cut them off completely. I want it to be just us and start all over like we first met."

She was quiet while looking down.

"The only other person that knows about this video made a few copies. Neither one of us likes rapists and he told me he wouldn't turn it in as evidence...unless I tell him to or something happens to me."

I knew Zena was still messing with Laurent. That day, I was able to get her room number and wanted to talk to her to apologize about the text messages I sent.

But then I saw him coming out of her room...it was late. The rage I felt seeing him, knowing he just finished doing God knows what to Zena. It messed my head up and still I wanted her so bad.

She wiped her tears while sniffling. "Okay, fine."

Zena looks scared, which is understandable. Me using her situation to my benefit sounds messed up, but I was going to have her one way or another.

***

I couldn't believe this was my life again. Every time I feel free, something happens to dispute my feelings. I didn't hear Julien's voice this time, and I wonder if I somehow blocked him from communicating or hearing me.

After dinner with Shawn, I felt so lost and stuck. Him knowing I killed someone and having evidence makes me want to end my own life. I'm afraid that will be his leverage to treat me horribly and get away with it.

"Make yourself at home." He loosened his tie.

Now I'm in his bedroom, not knowing what to do. I thought I'd never see this place again. I could try to call Julien, but if something happens to Shawn, the video is exposed, and my life is ruined.

I don't want to go to jail.

Shawn kisses my shoulder, causing me to tense up. He ignores my body's reaction and lifts me up, putting my legs around his waist.

Maybe I could run away with Julien? But he's a little psychotic. What if he snaps one day and takes it out on me or kills me?

My thoughts are everywhere as Shawn lays me on the bed, then pulls my panties off. I'm so deep in my head that I wasn't paying attention, and I gasped at him plunging inside me.

He groans, and I just lay there, taking what he gives. I had no tears left to cry.

This is now my life.