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Story: Obsessed-

“Is this your way of trying to escape me. Because I fucked up? Because I made a mistake? Because you can’t handle anything else than a white knight in a shining armor?”
“What...no...ah!” I let out a choked shriek when a deep convulsion goes through his body, his eyes glazing over. “Stan, please sit down.” He allows me to pull him down and I move to the floor, crouching by his legs.
His fists are clenching on his knees, his skin is clammy to my touch and the shaking in his body increases so much, that it’s freaking me out.
“Stan,” I say, turning teary, “please I’m not trying to escape you. Don’t do this to yourself.”
But it’s like he can’t control it, his body seeming to shoot with too much adrenaline and I raise my hand, stroking his jawline. His reaction is so strong that it takes him a while to realize that I’m touching him.
“I’m all yours. Always. I’ll always be yours.” I lick my lips. “No matter what.”“No matter what?” he asks with a clenched teeth and I nod frantically. “Even when it’s not picture-perfect?”
Swallowing I nod again, stroking his arm, waiting for his tremors to disappear and when they finally do, I draw a sigh ofrelief. His reaction was so powerful. I’ve never seen anything like it. It looked like he was being torn up from the inside.
My heart breaks for him. Is that how intensely he feels about me? On that level?
“I don’t want you to be against me,” he says in a raspy voice, his eyes carefully going to mine. “Or us.”
“I’m not against you,” I whisper, “or us.”
He nods brushing his hair away from his face, inhaling deeply and tries a smile but it comes out crooked. “I should probably go have a shower. Cool down.”
“Okay,” I murmur, my mind spinning and I feel a little raw. His reaction seems to have been burned into my mind and my heart doesn’t feel like it’s my heart anymore.
It’s his. Every part of it and I already know it might be a dangerous thing to hand it over to someone like Stan. But I can’t help it. It’s already too late.
10
Stanmore
I don’t go and shower like I said I would. I don’t even move all the way up the staircase, instead I stay in the shadows,watching Amber.Do I trust her? Yes. Do I trust her completely? Not just yet.
But I will once I know that I fully have her. Once I know that there are no walls between us.
My eyes tighten when she twitchingly looks around and I expect her to reach for her phone, call that irritating manager of hers. Or her brother dearest. But she doesn’t. Instead she hooks her fingers into her cleavage and takes off her gown, standing only in a satiny slip that came with the dress.Watching her like this when she doesn’t know, makes me grind my jaw because it would be so easy for me to prowl over to her, grab her by the waist and bend her over and wait for that look in her eyes that says she wants this as much as I do.
But right now I’m not sure if she would want it. Not when it looks like she’s about to run for the hills. In agitation I rub my hand over my face, still smelling her on my skin.
Fuck, all mine. Don’t do what I think you’re doing.
It’s my fault she wants to put some space between us. I shouldn’t have punched that fucker right in front of everyone. I should have waited, done it in private. Amber didn’t have to see that. I shouldn’t have let her see it.
My heart starts pounding as she walks to the foyer, pushing her feet into a pair of old sneakers and puts on a jacket. I knew it. I knew she’d try to leave. But I’m not going to let her.
I take the backdoor, circling the house and she’s just walking down the few steps of the porch when I show up in the front garden. Amber doesn’t notice me at first, keeping her gaze downand it’s not until she almost bumps into me, that she lifts her head up and lets out a gasp, that I don’t like hearing from her.
I scared her. I don’t want to scare her.“Stan!” she says with wide eyes and if I close my own and focus, I can hear her heart beating. “What are you doing out here?”
She sounds like she didn’t expect me, like she actually expected me to let her out of my sight, before knowing whether she’s truly surrendered. Maybe she confused me for a normal man.
“Frustrated that you got caught?” I bore my gaze into hers. “You weren’t supposed to leave.”
She twitches and her hair flays in every direction in the wind, carrying with it that sweet, spicy smell that’s all her and she’s so beautiful that nobody can blame me for wanting to keep to her.
“I wasn’t going to,” she says firmly and to my surprise she sounds like she’s telling the truth. “I went out for some fresh air, that’s all.”
When I don’t answer and my eyes narrow in on her, she adds, “Promise.” She licks her lips, sounding pleading, “Stan, look I’m even wearing your jacket.”
Didn’t notice that. But she is wearing the cognac colored leather one. It swallows her, like a little armor on her pretty frame.