A little heads up before you indulge in reading this story. If you have read my first story, you'll know what I write deals with extremely dark descriptions and stories and 'Obsession' is going to be much darker than my last one.
I URGE YOU TO READ...
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Patience is a virtue of a good man and I'm no good man. Still, for this adorable little girl I'm trying to be both – a good man and patient.
And man, if that isn't hard.
I have practically raised her, and watched her blossom into the woman she's becoming, but that is not going to stop me from making her mine.
From the day when she looked at me with those big innocent grey eyes of hers, filled with so much of unrefined love, she was mine and now that she has come of age, I'm being patient with her and waiting for her to complete her college.
Then there's no waiting and I'll have her bounded by vows to me whether she likes it or not.
Sure, if she resists it's going to hurt me as I have never said no to her, ever.
I've showered her with everything she required, spoiled her rotten. Given her everything she asked for if she batted her beautiful grey at me.
Also, I have taken a lot of things away from her and I do know by giving her a little freedom isn't going to compensate for anything that I've done, not even by a dime.
But it's more than what I'm willing to give.
By giving her the space to grow and find out about things by herself and experience them. But then again, I had played my part in not letting her go with the flow by barricading and molding her views and thoughts and most of all keeping good for nothing hormonal teenagers away from her.
And like the good little girl that she is, she upholds the archaic values that I instilled in her.
Though she had dated but never long enough to indulge in anything that I wouldn't like, just like my sweet little girl she is.
And again, I might have played some part in her teenage relationships and them not working out.
The best part about her breakups, she would bawl her eyes out in my embrace, promising that she would never do it again.
I miss those days when she was little, following me around like a lost puppy that she was.
But would I trade anything for the women she had become now... no fucking way.
Gone is the cute little girl and in her stead is an exquisite woman that has me practicing celibacy, rendering my balls blue, whenever her natural cat eye meets my gaze and her pouty lips calls my name.
First, it was just possessiveness of protecting and keeping Everlee close to myself, the sole person who loves me but now more than that.
An unhealthy obsession that I would drink in even if it's going to poison me with the need to make her mine, even if I had to do it by force and destroy my sweet little girl in the end.
Am I sick, for thinking like that? Of course.
But she's mine and I'll make sure it stays that way until I have a band on her ring finger. Till then, enjoy yourself little one, because I cannot promise you the freedom of even looking or thinking of another.
