God of Strength (Light of Obsession #1)

Chapter 3

                                    Vaughn
        Alicia looks up at me with that sickeningly sweet smile, I've poured countless hours of my time into to her. Stalking her every move, checking every single one of her social medias, digging up anything I possibly can.

        She's infiltrated my mind and doesn't even know it.

        "Ah, so, what made you transfer to The Kings U?" She asks, her voice is soft as she speaks.

         I look down at her and observe her for a moment, her black eyes stare back at me expectantly. It's so Goddamn euphoric to have her close to me. To see the curve of her body up close, to feel her in my hands. It's fucking perfect. She's fucking perfect.

        "I wanted to get out of New York for a while, besides, the rest of the idiots are here so I thought I'd come." I answer.

      She lets out the most adorable giggle in response, covering her mouth with her hand. The way I would do anything to hear that gorgeous laugh again is insanity. "Idiots, huh?"

      "It's the best way to put it, yes." I nod, smirking at her.

     "Well, I can't speak for the other two but I've known Gaz and Kill pretty much my whole life and they're not that stupid." She says.

     My eyes darken. It's fucking irrational that I feel jealous at the simple fact that she's known Garreth and Killian all her life, but I do. I hate that they know her so well. The thought of it makes me want to snap their necks.

     My bloody thoughts melt away when I look down at her and she's still smiling so sweetly. The world doesn't deserve Alicia King, hell, I don't deserve her.

    But I'm a selfish fucking man. And I'm going to take her anyway. I twirl a lock of her hair with my fingers. Her eyes trail my hand as I grab her hair, a soft blush on her face.

It's taking all my willpower to not grab her face and kiss her in this very moment. It's so damn hard.

"S-So... what are you- um, majoring in?" She asks, slightly breathless, ever so polite.

"Business." I answer simply. "You're an acting major."

"Ah, yes, I am. How did you know?" She asks, moving her eyes from my hand on her hair to my eyes.

"Aren't you an actress?" I ask nonchalantly, as if I didn't stalk her to know her major.

Her eyes widen softly and a soft pink of embarrassment covers her face. "Right, sorry, that was a stupid question."

"Don't apologize, Kukolka." I reply smoothly.

"Yeah, sorry, I do that a lot. And there I go, saying sorry again. Good job, Alicia. Really top notch." She rambles, shaking her head and looking away.

An amused smile appears on my face, tugging my lips upwards. Adorable. Thanks to her being so famous, I've been able to find out a lot about her and watch countless interviews but there's just something about seeing it happen in front of me that's so much better.

"What do you do when you're not going on press tours, hm, Zolotse?" I ask, as if I don't know the answer by heart.

"Oh, well, I read mostly. Although, I also like to bake and play the violin." She answers, a real smile on her face not one of the ones she has for show.

"You play violin?"

"Yeah, I have since I was a kid. I also play the piano. I just always thought they sounded pretty." She answers.

I let out a hum in response, idly twirling that lock I've had in a death grip since the beginning of the conversation. I can't let it go, like if I did she'd slip away from me.

"What about you?" She asks, peering up at me through thick lashes.

"Well, I like to box and going to the shooting range is always a good time." I answer, giving her a sinister grin.

"The shooting range? You're good with a gun, I take it?" She asks, slight nervousness evident in her tone.

"I never miss." I answer. She nods tentatively and rubs her thumb and index finger together. A nervous habit I realized she has.

"Not big on violence?" I ask, smirking slightly.

"Not exactly, no. It makes me queasy in all honesty." She gives a small breathy chuckle. Of course it does. "I don't like seeing people or animals injured."

     "Well, I don't exactly have a choice on that matter." I reply.

     "Ah, right." The realization floods her eyes and she nods.

      I see a hand grab Alicia's arm and pull her away, I stand quickly, about to kill whoever dare to touch her. Only to meet eyes with her eldest brother, Eli King.

     "Morozov." He sneers.

     "King." I nod back. "Mind asking why you tore your sister away from me?"

     "Alicia, go back to your friends." Eli says, looking at his sister.

     "Eli, come on! Don't be like this." She pleads, glancing up at him.

     "Little Angel, please. I need to talk to Morozov." Well, well. The mighty Eli King saying please? She really does have her family wrapped around her finger.

     "Fine." My Alicia relents, giving me a small wave goodbye and heading back to the group of girls she came with.

      "What the hell do you want?" Eli glares at me.

      "Hm?" I tilt my head, offering a shit-eating grin.

       "Stay away from my sister, I mean it, Morozov." He tells me.

       "I don't take orders from you." I reply. "And I don't think Alicia minds my company."

        "Alicia is too kind for her own good. I don't need you corrupting her."

        "Corrupting her? You have such little faith in me." I say mockingly.

        "Morozov." He says in a warning.

        "As much fun as this was, I'll be heading off now." I say, pushing past him. "Give Alicia my regards!"