A Dangerous Obsession

Chapter 2 - House Guest

Four years had precipitously past by. I stood proudly, at the age of twenty-four, frying eggs and bacon on a stainless-steel pan for my loving husband before he rushed off to work. Chris opened a successful criminal law firm two years ago. He had thought about following David's footsteps in international law, but instead found his calling. 

There's no doubt that Chris was extremely skilled at being Melbourne's most prestigious prosecutor. Every win increased his success rate which boosted his reputation and brought him a shit-ton of clients. I was supportive of his vast success and tried to do my part as a superb stay-at-home wife. 

Not going to lie, I would have preferred to work and earn my worth. Despite that, Chris enjoyed being the breadwinner in our marriage and preferred I be home when he got back. You know, like a traditional housewife.

"Good morning, baby," he whispered into my ear then kissed my cheek. I pulled him into a passionate kiss, savouring the taste of him. "Did you sleep well?" He asked sheepishly after breaking away.

"Oh, you know exactly how well I slept last night?" I winked suggestively as he took a sip of his coffee. He momentarily processed my words and choked on the liquid.

"Are you intentionally trying to choke me to death?" He responded sarcastically. I kissed him again and massaged his back in soothing rotations. "Damn, work is going to be a pain in the ass today." He yawned and slouched down on the kitchen counter to sulk. I fondled his hair playfully, it seemed to relax him. "I also have to pick up my brother on the way back." I immediately gasped upon hearing the news.

"You're not talking about the one that's in prison, are you?" I squeaked out. Chris rolled his eyes scoffingly.

"Does it look like I have any other brother?" He chuckled.

"You aren't seriously bringing him into our home?" It was more of a command than a question. Chris raised his eyebrows disapprovingly.

"Baby, we've already discussed this," he voiced firmly. "My parents are on vocation for three months and he has nowhere else to go."

"Can't you pay to have him live in a hotel?" I cautiously suggested, but still managed to hit a nerve because Chris looked scornful. "I just don't feel safe having a convicted criminal in my house."

"In our house," he added in annoyance. "Look, he's my brother and I am not going to abandon him. Please do this for me. At least until the three months have expired and he lives with mother and father," Chris pleaded, invoking my heart to ache.

"Okay." I kissed his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"This is exactly why I love you," he said in a hushed tone before our lips met once again. Even with his reassurance, I was dying on the inside. I don't know why but I had a very bad feeling about this.

– – – CHRIS – – –

On the way home, I stopped by a local police station. I recognised the officers on duty,

many I had conversed with during cases. There were two female officers chatting about their plans for the weekend, they smelled of strong perfume – nothing like Nat.

I missed her scent, the feel of her smooth skin, the taste of her soft lips. I couldn't wait to get home and heighten all my senses. For now, I had an obligation to serve. Mother and father placed the responsibility of his care onto me. I hated it. 

Despite the fake brotherly love I had displayed to Nat, I genuinely did not get along with my brother. He pushed boundaries pass the limit and acted on impulse. My body tensed at the thought of seeing him after five years. I laboriously swallowed my pride and strolled over to a young officer typing on an old-fashioned computer.