Romulus's Filthy Obsession

4

Romulus scowled and swiped his hand across the desk, knocking papers and everything on his desk to the floor. The crash does nothing to abate his aggravation. He've been in a piss-poor mood ever since the night of that fucking party.

The night that sweet little butterfly, Lydia, ran from him. He guesses he really must be the devil that they call him. All it took was one look and she was running the other way.

He doesn't know why it bothered him so much. He's never given a shit whether anyone liked him before or not. But something about turning around to find her gone and to see her slipping away through the crowd cut him.

It's for the best, really. He should just let it go. But fuck it, how can he whenever he sees her every time he closed his eyes? He sees those hazel orbs. He sees that honey-blond-coloured hair flowing down her back. He sees her tight, young body in that strapless peach dress. He sees those legs that are too long for such an impossibly short girl.

Oh, he already knew everything about her. Lydia Miller. Twenty-four. He pulled every file he could find on her, from her medical records to her school history. There's nothing about Lydia Miller that he doesn't know, except for the knowledge that he can't get via third-party sources, like what she's thinking in that pretty little head of hers.

But something was missing like even though he gathered everything about her, he was missing something.

He knows which apartment she rents with her three other friends. They all rent a quaint little house near the university together.

He knows the girls' names just because he wanted to know the names of everyone around his Lydia, her best friend is Sandy but he can't even recall other ones now. They're irrelevant.

His scowl deepened when he realized he just referred to her as his Lydia in his head. It's obvious by the way she ran from him like the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels that she's not his anything and doesn't want to be.

A growl rumbled up out of him at the thought that she abhors him so much that she would run from him after scarcely meeting him.

He opened up the latest file that his PI sent him, his computer being the only thing he didn't sling off his desk in his frustration.

He has been doing this every day for the past week. At the end of every workday, He'll pull up the latest file on Lydia and torture himself with the candid shots his PI snapped of her while monitoring her for him.

There's one of her in the cafeteria with her friends. There's one of her walking down the hallway of the Eline building.

His grip tightened on the mouse when he opened up the next photo, and it was one of her with her head falling back, laughing as some fuckboy said something to her.

His grip is so tight on the mouse, he's surprised he doesn't bust the fucker. He saw no evidence of her having a boyfriend, but of course, these young fucking dudes are hitting on her. They'd have to be blind and dumb not to.

She's an angel. She's beautiful.

His jaw tightens as he stared at the blonde-headed fucker. He looked like the typical all-American golden boy. He would bet his left nut he's a football player.

His eyes hone back in on Lydia, and his chest tightened at how beautiful she looked with her hair tumbling over her shoulders as she laughed. She's wearing an oversized shirt and a pair of leggings, but she still somehow manages to look classy.

He studied her mouth that stretched into a wide smile as she laughed. Her pretty eyes are crinkled up, but he can still see flecks of hazel peeking through them.

Before he could even register what he was doing, he fling the mouse across the room just as Klaus opens the door.

"Whoa!" He ducked, barely missing it. The mouse hit the wall behind him and thud onto the ground in the hallway. "What the fuck has gotten into you? This is extreme, even for you."

Instead of answering him, he glowered at him. "What the fuck do you want?"

He raised an eyebrow and for once kept his mouth shut, perhaps sensing that I'm in no mood for his fuckery today.

"I thought I'd run a list of things for you," he said cautiously as he handed him a piece of paper.

Romulus's frown deepened when he looked down at the list. "What is all this shit?" he gestured to it.

"Well, seeing as how the other firms are doing something to give back to the community, he thought it would be good PR for us to do the same."

"I just hosted that ridiculous fucking Halloween party. Since when is that not good enough?" he growled.

Klaus drummed his fingers on the side of his desk. Romulus's eyes flicked to his drumming fingers and darken.

His fingers are still mid-drum when his eyes meet his pupils. He knows how much he hated that shit, and today is not the day to push him.

"I'm just saying, Kane is stepping up his game, so we should probably do the same."

"What's he doing?" he asked from between gritted teeth. Kane is his biggest competition, and the exact opposite of him in every way. Whereas Romulus tried his best to stay out of the limelight, he basked in it. Whereas they call Romulus the devil, they revere him like he's a god. He's another one of those golden boys with his classic good looks and blonde hair.

"Well, last he heard, he's looking a P.a,"

He shot him a look, and Romulus was already shaking his head adamantly. "No fucking way. There's no way he wants some inexperienced p.a, It's not going to happen, Klaus."

Klaus shrugged casually before he added, "A little birdy told me that the person to whom Kane is thinking about extending the offer to is the best in her work and experienced."

Romulus leaned back in his chair and scowled at Klaus again. "And why does he want a p.a all of a sudden?"

Klaus shrugged again before he drops a name that has him going completely still in his seat. "I don't know. Just forget he said anything. It's just some girl named Lydia Miller. She'd probably be in your way."

Klaus cast a knowing glance his way and Romulus steeled his jaw. Klaus has always been a meddling motherfucker, and it shouldn't surprise him he knows about his fixation with the girl, especially since he witnessed him talking to her at the fucking Halloween party.

He was simmering with rage at the thought of her working closely with Kane, though, so much so that he doesn't even have time to focus on being pissed off at Klaus.

"Get out," he growled at him.

Klaus wisely turned on his heel to obey him without question as he slid the papers he dropped off to him across the desk and started going over them.

His heart hammered against his ribcage as he flexed his fingers into fists over and over again.

What is it about this girl that gets him so worked up? he doesn't know but he knew one motherfucking thing.

There is no way in hell he's going to let her be Kane's personal assistant.

Over his dead body.

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