Page 113 of My Sweetest Obsession

Miguel waited for me at the top of the stairs. His smile was warm, but I could see the hesitation in his eyes, that silent struggle of wanting to say something but holding back for fear of Nico’s reaction.

He gestured for me to proceed, falling behind me as I descended the steps slowly. I held my purse tightly against my chest, my other hand gliding along the smooth railing for balance. As my foot hit the last step, a sharp breath caught in my throat, the sight before me stealing away all coherent thoughts.

Oh. My. God.

Nico looked scrumptious. A few buttons were undone to reveal a glimpse of his tattoos and a glint of silver from the necklace that rested against his chest. His black slacks fit like they were tailored just for him, accentuating his strong thighs in a way that made my heart race. His hair was styled to perfection, and the stubble he grew made him look even more irresistible.

His gaze traveled up slowly from my heels, lingering just a moment too long, and then finally met my eyes. The heat in his expression promised he intended to savor every moment, and I felt a rush of heat flood my cheeks.

Yep. I was going to lose this game.

NICO

I couldn’t think straight. My mind was a fucking mess.

Suddenly, my pants felt uncomfortably tight. I both hated and loved the effect she had on me. It was as if she held the power to pull me under, and all I wanted was to drop to my knees before her, to plead for redemption for my sins that had caused her so much pain.

The beast inside me was going ballistic, desperate to break free and claim what it desired.Gigi. But this night wasn’t about me; it was about my angel.

My eyes trailed down to her delicate feet adorned with black heels. I imagined her wearing them while I fucked her. And her toes—I’d worship each of them with my lips.

I took in her smooth legs—legs I missed having wrapped around my neck while I ate her out—to her breasts that were begging to be devoured.

But when I finally met her gaze, my world stood still. Her beauty was breathtaking, a force to be reckoned with, leaving me speechless. She was my temptation and was now the object of my obsession.

Her red mini dress molded to her body, leaving one shoulder bare, while a single long sleeve draped delicately down her arm. She was a forbidden gift, a temptation wrapped in the seductive guise of a secret.

“Fuck, Gigi, you’re so beautiful,” I said breathlessly.

A soft pink flush crept across her cheeks, and she flashed me a radiant smile, her golden eyes sparkling. “Thank you. You look handsome.”

Retrieving her coat from the closet, I held it open for her. “Ready?”

She gracefully slipped into her coat. I ran my fingers down her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric. When she turned to face me, I found myself lost in her golden orbs, searching for something deeper. She quickly averted her gaze as if it had been too intense, too intimate.

Taking the hint, I slid into my coat and opened the door for her, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Gigi stopped at the door. “Are you sure it’s safe to go out?”

“Yes. I have snipers stationed around the perimeter and on the roofs at the restaurant.”

Her eyes widened “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” I responded. “We’ll have guards following closely behind. You’re safe, I promise.”

She hesitated for a moment and nodded.

We walked down the steps together until I led her to my two-door Aston Martin.

“Is this new?”

A grin spread across my face as I swung the door open wide. “Not quite. I just thought it was time to let him come out and play.”

Her playful curiosity danced in her expression as she climbed into the car, and I closed the door, stealing a glance at Miguel.

“Are the men in position?" I asked in a low tone.

“Yes, boss. We’ll stay right behind, and one vehicle will take the lead ahead of you,” he answered.