Obsession - Erotic love story

Chapter 1

Reece

The rain fell in steady sheets, drumming against the towering windows of the grand estate, casting dark shadows across the lavish interior. A mansion of elegance and power, it stood like a sentinel, high atop the hills outside the city, its towering walls hiding more than just wealth. Reece Scott, the mysterious man behind the fortune and the technology empire, sat in a sleek leather chair by the fireplace, staring intently at a collection of photos spread across the mahogany desk.

Reece's sharp features, haloed by the glow of the fire, revealed a man not easily swayed by the trivialities of life. Dark hair, neatly groomed, framed a face that had seen and mastered the art of control. His bright hazel eyes focused intensely on the images before him. In them was a woman—young, shy, her beauty understated and natural. Jasmine Vaughn. Her dark hair fell loosely around her face in one photo, her shy smile captured in another. She was unlike anyone he had ever encountered. Unpretentious. Pure. She had become the singular object of his fascination.

His mind wandered back to the moment he first saw her—an otherwise monotonous, sweltering day that had changed everything.

It was the middle of summer, the sun scorching the concrete as he walked down the street toward a café, bored and detached, his mind swimming with calculations and business projections. His life was a series of routines—meetings, deals, acquisitions—each day a blur of success that no longer excited him. Then she appeared, her figure dashing from around a corner, moving too quickly for him to react.

Smack.

Her cone of ice cream collided with his impeccably tailored suit, the creamy mess splattering across his chest.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" She gasped, her face a mixture of shock and embarrassment. Jasmine, though frazzled, instinctively reached for a napkin from her bag, awkwardly dabbing at the mess.

Reece, normally unflappable, had been momentarily struck speechless, staring down at the petite woman before him. She was beautiful, yes, but not in the way the women he usually surrounded himself with were. She wasn't adorned with diamonds, nor was she draped in designer labels. She wore a simple purple sundress, her brown eyes wide and apologetic as she tried to clean up her blunder.

"Please, don't worry about it," Reece finally managed to say, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Jasmine looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. "I'm so clumsy! This is so embarrassing. I'll buy you a new suit or—"

He smiled slightly, something stirring within him for the first time in a long time. "It's really okay. It's just ice cream. Nothing that can't be fixed."

She laughed nervously, glancing down at the ruined cone, then back at him. "I'll just... go get another one," She said, backing away slowly.

Before she left, they exchanged pleasantries. Her name—Jasmine Vaughn—had lodged itself into his memory like an unexpected melody. She disappeared down the street toward the ice cream vendor, leaving him standing there, watching her until she was out of sight.

It was that moment—her awkwardness, her genuine charm—that had ignited something dangerous within Reece.

Back in the present, Reece stared at her picture again, the sound of the rain now seeming distant. His life had always been about precision, control, and perfection. Yet here he was, fixated on a woman who worked in a bookstore, someone whose life was so different from his own—a mystery he couldn't unravel quickly enough.

He leaned back, sighing as he took in the final image—Jasmine standing outside the small bookstore where she worked, looking down at her phone, completely unaware she was being watched.

"Mr. Scott," A voice interrupted.

One of his assistants, Vincent, always punctual and ever-present, stood at the door. "The car is ready."

Reece looked up, his expression unreadable, though a small flicker of irritation passed through his eyes. Meetings, deals, the world that demanded his attention—it all felt irrelevant compared to the woman in these photos.

"I'll be there shortly," Reece said, standing and straightening his suit. But before he left, he added quietly, "Get me more information on Jasmine Vaughn."

Vincent nodded, but Reece was already walking toward the door, his mind set.

As the mansion's doors closed behind him and he stepped into the waiting car, Reece knew this was no ordinary infatuation. This was the beginning of something much darker. What started as an innocent collision had now spiraled into obsession.

And Reece Scott, the man who could have anything, was determined to make Jasmine his, no matter the cost.