Whispers Of Obsession || INCOMPLETE

Prologue

Dimitri

Sighing I rub my forehead, anger poring out of every inch of my body. Somebody fucked up my shipments. Somebody lost me 50 million fucking dollars.

My jaw ticks and pressure begins to build behind my eyes. Shit, I need a cigarette. I lean back, closing my eyes. The darkness consumes me.

Emptiness. Peacefulness.

Normally, I'm a patient man. I wait until the time is right. However, this fuck up has me clenching my fist trying to not storm down to my dealer and blow the fucker up.

My finger impatiently taps on my chair in an effort to contain my ire. I don't have time for this. I don't have time for foolish mistakes.

Everything in my life has to be perfect. My end goal set clearly in sight, yet somehow something or someone is always in the way messing it up.

My finger evolves to the rhythm of the ticking clock upon the wall. I count each second as it goes by.

Tick.
Tick.
Tick.

"босс, есть проблема-" my eyes peel open to stare at Victor.
(Boss, there's a problem-)

My finger stops tapping and my grip tightens on the chair. Like I said, there's always someone messing it up.

"извините, что беспокою босса, но внизу есть женщина с поддельным удостоверением личности и-"
(sorry to disturb boss but there is a lady downstairs with a fake id an-)

A grunt slips past my lips and his face pales. "ты беспокоишь меня из-за несовершеннолетней шлюхи?"
(you disturb me because of an underage whore?)

His face pales to a sickly white colour. A chuckle erupts from my throat. "ты боишься маленьких девочек, Виктор?" It pathetic.
(Are you scared of little girls, victor?)

"я- извините, босс... я исправлю это" with that he leaves shutting the door a with a thud.
(I- I'm sorry boss... I'll fix it)

A smirk spreads across my face. How weak can he be. Scared of a little girl with a fake ID. Curiosity floods my viens. How scary could she really be?

I click onto the security footage on my computer. Looking at the camera on the front of the building, an image of three girls appears.

The view is not clear from the angle of the camera but they look to be around 18 and one is stood shouting at the guards whilst the others are standing back.

I take a closer look at the girl dressed in a tight black mini skirt and a dark green shirt. The outfit is tight fitted, showing all her curves causing an unknowing tent in my trousers.

She looked to be a goddess with long coils black hair and deep tan skin covered with different tattoos. Though I can't make out what she is saying to the guard I do know she is annoyed. Angry even.

A smile creeps to my face. I need to get closer.

Closing down my computer, I send a quick text to Victor letting him know to let my mystery women and her friends in.

This will be interesting...

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They've been sat at the bar for an hour and a half. My woman sipping on a vodka coke whilst humming to the melody of whatever song is playing.

I don't take notice of the other two. One blonde. One redhead. It doesn't peek my interest. What does though is the beauty I've been taken with all night.

I've been sending over complementary drinks and snacks. Waiting for the right time to pounce.

I've always been popular with women. It was rare, however, if one caught my eye. Of course, I did fuck from time to time but I couldn't stand the attachment.

My gaze doesn't break from her even as she gets up. Before I know what's happening my feet follow after. I just want to see her. Up close.

She turns the corner towards the bathrooms and I know I can't follow her to there so I wait.

When I catch her gracefully walking back out, I start to walk again. I may or may not bump into her.

The force causes a gasp and her to fall back. Fortunately, before she hits the floor my arms wrap around her waist and pull her to my body.

"I'm sorry" her voice is like a melody. Music to my ears. It makes my frozen heart beat again for the first time in years.

"The fault was mine" I give a charming smile back. "I should have watched where I was walking."

She smiles at me, "maybe you should have."

My arm still is wrapped tightly around her, "what's your name?." It's a bit forward, I know, but I'm desperate to know the answer.

"Why do you wanna know?" She purrs.

"Because I can't just let a pretty girl leave without getting to know her first" my hands fall to my side as I wait for her response.

She says, "tell me yours first"

"Dimitri"

Her sweet voice hums as she mulls it over. "It's nice" she smiles at me, "I've gotta go"

She begins walking and my eyes trail her every move. Just before she turns the corner, she looks back. "Rhea. My names Rhea McAddams"

Rhea

My malyshka.

I know this isn't the best but I hate writing opening chapter and getting the story started. It's so hard.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this part 😋

I'm also not Russian and used google translate so if it's not right don't blame me.

Okkk bye pooks have nice week!!!