Perfect obsession || book 2

XVI - shattered echoes

Shattered Echoes

Jasper's pov

I pulled out of Eira, breathing heavily, sweat coated my body and so did hers. She gripped her dressing table tightly holding herself in her place as she body shock through a hard orgasm I just gave her. She slid down and slumped her body on the floor while I passed her a tissue so that she can clean up.

"Eira," her colleague knocked on the door from outside, "you have performance, be quick"

"Coming" she called back and stood up. I helped her get ready into her dress, which was a navy blue sequin lingerie set. "Thank you, Jasper" she smiled at me through the mirror as I hooked bra whilst she fixed her make-up.

The backstage atmosphere buzzed with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. Eira's performance was about to begin, and my mind was still reeling from the echoes of our intimate moment. I couldn't help but feel a pang of possessiveness as she gracefully moved away to step into the spotlight.

As she walked onto the stage, the crowd erupted in cheers. I found myself lingering in the shadows, my thoughts consumed by the raw intensity we had just shared. Eira's performance mesmerized the audience, but my mind kept drifting back to the private world we had created in her dressing room.

As her performance continued, my mind reeled with emotions and I drank shots of tequila, drowning myself in the unconsciousness. I can't stand all this, Eira and her performance irritated me. The way she flashed her body around the pole, I hated it.

I found solace in a secluded corner, away from the prying eyes and the pounding beats of the music. My mind was a chaotic mess, grappling with conflicting emotions. Eira's sensuality on stage clashed with the vulnerability I had witnessed in her dressing room just moments before.

It wasn't like this with Mini.

My mind spiraled away from the present and back to my time with Mini. Past began to whisper in my ears. The echoes of yesterday resonated within me, and the sharp contrast between Eira's on-stage persona and the intimacy we shared behind closed doors only intensified my inner turmoil.

I couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort, as if I was caught in a web of conflicting desires. Mini represented a time when things were simpler, when love was uncomplicated. Now, Eira brought with her a world of sensuality and allure, a world that intrigued and repelled me simultaneously.

Eira's performance continued, each movement designed to captivate the audience, yet all I felt was a growing sense of unease. The echoes of yesterday whispered tales of a simpler love, a love that I had perhaps traded for a more complex and intoxicating experience.

"Fuck you Eira" I mumbled looking at her dance. Her bra was loosening and I knew it would come off soon. Day by day she is gaining confidence in her performances and every time I feel a pang of hatred in myself.

Eira's body moved with a fluidity that seemed to mock the turmoil in my mind. As her bra finally slipped off, revealing more of her to the cheering crowd, I couldn't shake the bitter taste in my mouth.

The memories of Mini flooded my thoughts, creating a stark contrast to the provocative spectacle unfolding before me. Mini, with her simplicity and the genuine love we shared, seemed like a distant dream. I questioned myself, wondering how I ended up in this chaotic world where passion and possessiveness collided.

Eira's eyes met mine briefly, a glint of mischief dancing in them as she continued her sultry dance. It was as if she reveled in the power she held over both the stage and my conflicted emotions. I gritted my teeth, resenting her for stirring up the echoes of yesterday.