Obsession's Embrace

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I walk into my kitchen to grab another bowl of fucking chips. One thing about the boys is they eat a lot of fucking chips. I haven't gotten a single one yet because they keep shoving their nasty hands in the bowl before it even makes it to the coffee table.

Laughter fills my ears from the living room and I can't help but smile solemnly. I've missed this. It has been a while since the guys, Damian, and I have hung out together. Actually, the last time was before SummerSlam. The day it all fucking went to shit.

Hunter still hasn't explained the reasoning for breaking us up. Kicking Damian and I out. He just says it was a creative decision. To roll with it and trust the process.

I immediately rolled my eyes and rolled with cussing him out before leaving his office. Because why wouldn't I? We're a family. And now we have to be careful when we hang out so the fans don't see us together. Ruining "the magic of kayfabe".

My phone buzzes on the counter, pulling me from my thought. I pick it up and glance down at it as I grab the bowl of chips and turn. Halfway through my turn I freeze. It's an unknown sender.

I hope you have a great time tonight.

My brows scrunch. Maybe it wasn't meant for me. I ignore the text, slip the phone into my pocket, shrug off the eerie vibes, and walk back into the living room.

The guys are crowded around the coffee table. Finn and Carlio are sitting on the couch. Damian is sitting to their right on the floor and Dom sits at the end to their left on the floor. I pop a chip into my mouth before setting the bowl in the middle of the table and sitting on the floor across from Finn and Carlito.

"Whose turn to deal?" I ask as four hands reach for the chips, knocking some out of the bowl.

"Yours," Damian says as he passes the cards to me.

I pull my phone from my pocket and check the time before putting it on the table. As I start shuffling, and the guys start arguing about whether Carlito cheated last round, my phone buzzes.

Glancing at it, I frown when I see another message from the unknown sender.

A simple 'thank you' would be a nice thing to say.

My hands slip and the cards scatter. The boys all stop talking and look at me.

"You good, Rhea?" Damian asks.

"Yeah," I reply quietly and start dealing the cards. 

It's Uno night. Dom's favorite. So it's pretty easy to brainlessly deal the cards while I obsess over why someone would not notice after the first text that they had the wrong number.

That is until my phone buzzes again and I freeze mid-deal while I read it. My heart races. Like it's running a fucking marathon. My hands shake.

You shouldn't ignore me, babygirl.

No. It can't be. Right? Because it would be insane if my stalker had my phone number. Right? It's...impossible. Right? Of course it's possible. I'm not stupid. Just wishful.

"Someone's popular tonight," Dom says as he looks over, reading the message.

"Ooooh who's that?" He teases.

"It's nobody," I say, grabbing my phone and setting it on my lap.

Dom chuckles and shrugs as he picks up his hand. My phone buzzes in my lap and I pale as I look down at the message.

Just nobody? I'm hurt. Really.

How the fuck? Is she...listening to us? To me? I try to focus on the game. Try to strategically play my cards like I normally do. But the fear that's slowly creeping back into my chest, not to mention the arousal coating my panties, keeps me from focusing.

Another message. My eyes glance down and my heart drops to my fucking ass.

You look beautiful tonight.

She's not just listening. She's watching. I look around the room at the guys. They're still arguing because Dom is taking too long to decide what card to play next.

I look to my left, look back at the guys, then my head snaps back to the left. The sliding glass door that leads to my backyard is uncovered. It's midnight, so it's pitch black outside. Impossible for me to see anything.

Electra's out there. I know she is. I can feel her. I can damn near smell her. My clit throbs. It hasn't forgotten the denial from earlier. The desperate need to cum floods back into my veins.

"Rhea!" Finn shouts and waves his hand in front of my face.

I snap out of my trance and look at him.

"It's your turn, sis," he says.

"Sorry," I mutter before laying down a random draw four, not really paying attention to my hand. "Green."

Dom groans and mumbles curse words in Spanish as he draws the four cards. Carlito and Finn laugh because he was on his last card. I guess I just saved everyone from Dom's winning gloat.

But Damian isn't laughing. My eyes lift to meet his and he raises an eyebrow at me.

"Can we talk?" He asks.

I nod slowly.

"Skip us, we'll be back," he tells the others as we stand and walk into the kitchen.

My phone buzzes and I read it.

Naughty naughty girl is in trouble for the second time today. Only not with me this time.

I can feel the heat in my cheeks while the rest of my face pales. I put the phone in my pocket and nervously grab a beer. Damian taps my shoulder and I jump before spinning back around. He pulls back, hands up.

"What's going on with you? You're glued to your phone, you're staring off into space, and you're jumpy as fuck," Damian rants.

"It's nothing, D, really. I've had too much caffeine today and my anxiety is through the fucking roof," I reply, using the only excuse I know he'll believe.

I've had anxiety all my life. Panic attacks for the majority of it. And Damian knows better than anyone how bad it can get. He sees the panic in my eyes and his features soften.

"Hey, take a deep breath, alright? Come on, do it," he coaxes.

I take a deep, shaky breath and he nods before ordering me to take another one. I do. My heart slows just a bit while the color returns to my face.

"I'm going to crash here, tonight. I'll sleep on the couch. I don't want you alone like this," he says before planting a quick kiss on my temple.

My phone buzzes again and I read the message.

Shame. We could have had so much fun tonight.

Strangely, I'm conflicted. I want him to stay. Because as long as he's here, I'm safe. Electra won't touch me. And if she tries, he'll back me up. But on the other hand, I want him to go.

Because I want to be touched. I want to be used and ordered around. I want to be made to cum.

I want him to leave because I want my stalker to fuck me. And yes, I'm aware of how absurd that is.