His Obsession

Chapter Nine

Frederick

"Don't worry. He'll meet her at home," his dad said. Damian turned and left.

"I'll be right behind you," Sebastian said, signaling to his men.

I ran after Damian. He was walking in a daze, laughing. Okay, this isn't going to be good. He got in the car as I did. Starting the engine, he drove off, hitting the accelerator. I can see from the mirror that his brother and his men were following us. It's midnight, and there's not much traffic on the streets. As we got closer to his place, I began to wonder what would happen this time.

Charlotte

May is just sitting on the sofa, admiring Fred's pictures on her phone. Some Cloud Nine events are really making people act differently.

"You need to get some sleep, Charlotte," Pat said.

"I can't," I whispered.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." Fynn said.

There was a knock on the door. Fynn opened the door, and a lady walked in like she had just walked out of a magazine.

"I hope Damian is home," she asked in a not-so-sexy voice. I rolled my eyes.

"No, he isn't, so I'll have to ask you to leave." Fynn answered.

Aww, honey, he's expecting me, so you can't tell me to leave. I'll just wait for him," she said, walking past him.

He rolled his eyes. He's not ready for this shy attitude.

"I'm assuming you guys are the new maids who don't know the rules here," she said.

"I hope that bitch didn't just disrespect us and call us maids," May said, without giving her a glance.

"I'll make sure he fires you," she shouted.

Just then, Damian walks in, followed by Fred and a guy with similar features to Damian. I stood up but stayed in the same position, shocked. He's covered in blood. The lady tried stopping him, but he walked right past her.

His voice was low as he got closer. He hugged me, holding me tight as if I would disappear at any moment. "I'm a monster, "he said, laughing softly.

"You chose her over me," Blondie shouted, obviously not happy with him ignoring her. He pointed the gun at her.

"I'm right here, Daddy." I said, rubbing my hands on his back. "I'm not going anywhere." I continued.

He let go of me, looking straight into my eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere, Daddy," I repeated.

He carried me and headed upstairs. He went straight to his office. Setting the gun down on the table, he sat down, making me straddle him.

We just sat there in silence. No one came up to the office, so I'm assuming they didn't want to disturb us. I stared at Damian. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing normally. I don't think he's hurt, but I can't be so sure.

"Daddy..." I whispered as I pushed the blood-covered strands of hair out of his face.

"Cupcake," he whispered back before opening his eyes.

"Are you hurt?" I asked, my hand moving down from his hair to the side of his face.

"No," he smirked.

"Okay, let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"Bathroom, then bed. You need to rest."

"Cupcake..."

"Let Cupcake take care of you, Don."

His smirk reappeared, his eyes darker than usual.