Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll withHis efforts to comfort me had a profound impact, as if a weight I didn't know I carried had been lifted. Each day in the real world deepened my desperation, my soul craving liberation from suffocating confinement and loneliness. His gestures were healing the scars left by the accident.
As soon as I stepped out of his motorbike, I removed my helmet to hand it back. He did the same, but today, inexplicably, he looked especially attractive. His lips seemed striking, and the closeness between us made my stomach flutter. Closing the distance, I impulsively kissed him on the lips and dashed away before he could react. These spontaneous actions always get the best of me.
I arrived at my apartment and methodically secured all doors and windows, though I reside on the 16th floor—a height that usually reassures safety, yet tonight, it felt inconsequential against Marcus. Fear didn't grip me; instead, I grappled with uncertainty over the tangled web I'd initiated. I hesitated, questioning whether plunging deeper into this affair would ensnare me indefinitely
I sat on the sofa and heard my phone ping. Taking it out, I saw a message from Satan—yeah, that's what I call him now, since that dinner mess
Satan: "Run, doll, run. Because the next time I see you, I won't hesitate to break you."
My heart skipped a beat as I read his message. The way he phrased his words made me feel like I was nothing more than a toy in his possession, helpless and at his mercy.
I refrained from responding to him because I chose not to dignify his threats, especially since our next encounter isn't until Monday. As a strategy, I intend to disregard his presence entirely, as if he does not exist
I retreated to my room and swiftly changed my clothes. After preparing a meal, I promptly called my dad to request a car once more. Upon hearing my decision to resume driving, he expressed great joy and assured me that I would have a car by Sunday without fail.
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MONDAY
I woke up later than usual today, which put me in a bit of a rush. Despite the time crunch, I managed to get ready just in time, although I had to skip my usual morning skincare routine. Hastily, I washed my face with my gentle cleanser, quickly refreshing my skin before heading out for the day.
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