His Obsession

Chapter Six

Damian

I was in my office, reading the information I asked for. I had a call from one of my men, Bob, telling me he had sent the file I requested. I told Charlotte I'd join her soon. I'm known to be emotionless, but I can't fathom all the things she had to go through at the hands of her father. Her mom hasn't been in the picture since she was a child. There was also a report about her disappearance, which was later dismissed.

Her father is known in the area for running a brothel, where Charlotte was sexually abused. I know why a teardrop slipped down her cheek when I kissed her. Some of my men confirmed it, also informing me that he runs a secret sex trafficking operation. I closed the file. I'll figure out what to do later. Maybe when she feels it's the right time to talk, she'll shed more light on it. Right now, I need to be with her, and as I said, nothing will change what I have for her.

I left my office, walking down the corridor. "Is there anything I can get for you, Mr. Johnson?" Mrs. Jones asked as I met her on my way.

"No, not at all. Where's Charlotte, by the way?" "She's in the library, sir." I thanked her, then headed straight to the library. I saw her, in all her beauty and elegance, sitting with a book in hand. She was so engrossed in the book, with smiles plastered on her pretty face, that she didn't know I was around.

I involuntarily smiled when she laughed. Such a sweet melody fills the room.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were here." She said this between her laughter. She placed the book down, then walked into my arms for a warm hug. I sniffed her; I couldn't get enough of her.

"What does my lovely cupcake want to do today?" "I don't really know. Maybe we can just stay indoors and chat, if you don't mind."

"Your wish is my command, cupcake."

I got to know everything I needed to know about her. Her dad was kind enough to put her through college and university, but that doesn't make him a good person. She ran away from home as soon as she graduated and had to work double shifts to be able to afford her basic needs. At some point, she had to go out in disguise, wearing wigs, coloring her hair, and wearing contacts, to avoid being tracked down by her abusive father and his hitman/Charlotte's by-force lover. I've already started planning how I'm going to torture him for putting Charlotte through all that abuse. As I said, I don't have a problem doing bad things to bad, crazy people. "I'm just scared of what would happen when they finally find me, and worst case, what they'll do to you if they realize I was here." Her sweet voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

Oh, sweetheart, you don't know that no one can do anything to me, not even her pathetic abusive father and his so-called hitman. "Cupcake, don't worry about me." I wanted to add that I'm untouchable, but I didn't want her to be scared of me. I know I have to come out to her somehow, but not when she's having trust issues and people want her.

"I have to; they're very dangerous. I don't want to put you in danger." I placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Trust me, cupcake. I'll be safe." I hugged her. "I forgot to tell you we didn't find any marks left by the intruder, but don't worry, I'll protect you."

"Okay." She snuggled closer, making me bury my face in the crook of her neck. I pulled her closer, snaking my arms around her waist. Lifting her and placing her on my lap—a much better position to put my face in her bosom. Her face was hovering a few inches above mine as I lifted my head.

"May I?" I whispered. She nodded before placing her lips on mine. Such sweet, soft lips Damn, she'll be the end of me. "Let me know when I'm going too far."

"Okay. Now that you know everything about me, I don't know how...." but I cut her off with a kiss.

I don't want her talking about her past. I need her to be happy, and I think I should pay Maurice or her father a surprise visit, or maybe not. I'll just patiently wait for them to step on my toes.