Obsession

Love At First Sight

Raffaele POV

Fate.

A simple four-letter word but one that holds a lot of power. I'd given up. Thought I would never find the one for me. But then, there she was. Strutting in as if she owned the room. Her long, luscious legs peaked through the white gown she wore. All I could imagine was them being wrapped around my waist as I pounded into her until she passes out. 

She doesn't know me yet, but she will. The room was loud, clinking glasses, empty laughs, music trying too hard, but all I hear is the sound of her breathing, even from across the room. She was now standing by the table with the champagne flutes, tracing the rim of her glass with her fingertip looking bored out her mind, waiting for something exciting to happen.

Her dark luxurious skin glistened under the bright lights of the room. The smile that spread across her face as she spoke to Monica almost made me lose my sense of breathing. What a majestical angel, a sight to behold. And that was exactly what all the vipers in this room was doing. I bet she doesn't even realize the attention she has on her. 

The feeling I got as my eyes scanned the room and noticed that most of the men present were no longer paying attention to their wives but my woman, made a feeling that I thought would never return, surface in me.   

I can almost imagine how good their blood would feel dripping off my hands as I pluck their eyes out one by one, just for admiring what's mine. 

"Mr. Russo?" A voice broke me out of my murderous thoughts. I turned and saw a longtime associate walking towards me.

"Mr. Volt." I greeted him and shook his hand as he held it out to me.

"It's been a while. The last time I saw you was in Berlin what, five years ago?" 

"Something like that." Was my only response to him. Leon Volt was a very talkative person, and I do not have the time to indulge him right now. 

"Well, I hope it doesn't take that long again. By the way, now that I've seen you, I'd like to discuss some business."

"Right. You can book an appointment with my secretary, and I'll see you then. As for now, I have something to attend to." With that I walked away from him.

Most might say I'm rude or blunt or whatever, but I honestly just don't like people. The less contact I have with them, the better for me. 

I didn't plan to be here. Not really. Not in the way people mean when they say that. I don't need to plan things the way they do. 

I watched as she left and walked towards the bathroom and followed her. Standing right outside the door and stood guard waiting. I'm doing this to protect her just in case, or at least that's what I tell myself.

 It was as if we were magnets to each other or she finds me the way a lightning finds a tree, it's just supposed to happen. The moment she opened the door, and my eyes locked onto her again, there's a weight in my chest that I don't want to get rid of. It hurts, but it's a beautiful pain. The kind that makes me feel clean. 

Focused.

Real.

"Oh, my bad, I didn't see you there." She apologized. 

She shifts her weight onto one heel, her body curving with the motion. It's graceful, unconscious, she's completely unaware of what she does to the air around her. The thoughts of those men in the room resurfaced causing a heat to rise in my throat. That old animal anger I've kept caged for so long. I breathe through it. I'm not going to make a scene here tonight. Not yet

There are rules to this, my rules. And the first one is simple, get closer. 

I watched as she stared at me, ogling me as if she wanted to eat me. She's not afraid yet. I don't want her to fear me though, at least not yet. I want the moment just before fear, when everything inside her tightens without knowing why. I want her skin to crawl with awareness, not terror. Not yet. I'm close enough to see the three beauty spots lining her neck. She smells heavenly. Like chocolate and vanilla. It's devastating. I want to touch her shoulder. I want to press my mouth against her hair and whisper sweet nothings. But I wait.

My fingertips twitch. I could end this silence, this distance, this gap between what is and what's supposed to be. But not with words. No Words are for liars. I want her to feel me like a storm behind her skin.

"Okay.... I'm going to go." She spoke and stumbled away.

Soon.

Soon she'll be mine and when she is, everything changes. Her life, her thoughts, heart. She'll understand the look that I know she saw in my eyes. She'll think about me later, when she's brushing her teeth or lying in bed. She'll understand how I feel and then, everything else will fall in place. 

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The following night I was in my club with my best friend Nicolo, discussing the proceeds of the club. One of the best decisions I've ever made was in this lifetime was to leave him in charge of one of my many businesses. He's done a much better job than anyone else would've ever done. 

The club was already too loud when I got here. Bass pulse through the concrete like a second heartbeat, one I've learned to match without even trying. 

But tonight wasn't like any other, she's here. She arrived just before midnight, laughing as she stumbled in with her friend. She wore a black and white outfit which fitted her body like a glove. The way her curves stood boldly in the outfit made me believe it was made just for her. 

One problem.

No one else is supposed to be seeing her body like this. She's mine and the thought of these hungry sex starved vipers here tonight preying on her made me want to go over and mark her as mine in front of everyone. 

I've been watching. Not in a way that hurts. Never that. Just... enough. Enough to know she got the job. Enough to know that she's excited but nervous for it. This is something she's been searching for, for years. I know her mom would be proud of her. Thinking about that, I think I'll take the burden off my woman and pay all her mother's medical bills.

They both stumbled into my office as Nic, and I were continuing our discussion. With her being so close I forgot about everything that was happening around me, just for a moment. I asked Nicolo to take her friend and leave which he did, leaving only me and my lovely Deirdra alone, just the way it's supposed to be. 

I thought I could do it, but my strength failed me. I had to have her.

Afterwards, she fell asleep almost instantly, sprawled across my sheets, breathing slow and even. Her makeup smudged and her hair all over her face. I laid beside her, watching the way her chest rose and fell. I don't touch her, I just watch. 

She's real. She's here. I won.