Page 13 of Obsessive Love (The King #1)

Chapter Twelve

Kaleb

I wish Miles had told me earlier how easy it would've been for him to sneak into Sophia's parent's house and install a camera in her room, then I wouldn't have had to go through the trouble of hiding in bushes and climbing trees to see her these previous years.

Although it does worry me slightly that he found it so easy to get in and out without being noticed. I know he can disable the cameras and the gates, but he also managed to sneak through the house past all their guards and have the time to install the camera.

I would be worried if she wasn't moving into Jericho's house after the wedding, but thankfully she is. I'll be able to keep an eye on her at all times without all the hassle. Jericho also informed me that he'd be appointing me as her secondary bodyguard, which is perfect for me because, even if she hates me, she'll have to put up with me being around her all the time.

I watch my laptop screen, seeing Sophia, her mother and her cousin surrounded by multiple other women who are primping and priming them in preparation for the wedding in a couple of hours.

My eyes have been glued to Sophia for the past forty minutes. She looks absolutely breathtaking in her white silk bridal robe and the subtle makeup applied to her face highlights her eyes and lips and makes her even more alluring than usual.

I can see her wedding dress hung up at the back of the room, and although it's not something I would've imagined her picking, I know when she's wearing it, she's going to look stunning. It's likely that I'll struggle to keep my eyes off of her later today during the ceremony, not that I don't usually struggle to keep my eyes off of her.

Anger begins to simmer beneath my skin as I think about the fact that I'm going to have to watch her marry my brother. If it was any other man, I'd happily eliminate them from the equation, just like I did with her college boyfriend she lost her virginity to. Still, because it's my brother that she's marrying, I have to remind myself that no matter how much I hate the idea of it, I have to sit idly by and let it happen.

A tall blonde lady strides across the room and starts working on Sophia's hair, using a long metal pole to curl certain pieces before reaching for the veil I gifted Sophia. Once the woman has clipped the butterfly into Sophia's hair, she moves to the side and I watch as my girl examines the hairpiece with a bright smile spread across her face.

My eyes drift from her hair to her mouth and I watch in fascination as her tongue peeks out and runs along the length of her plump bottom lip. I smirk as thoughts of my own mouth on hers the other night enter my mind.

It's been days since our night together, yet I can't extract it from my mind.

Every time I think about Sophia, which is almost every minute of the day, my thoughts drift to that night. The lustrous look in her eye is engraved into my brain. The sound of her moans and her pleading words constantly swirl around in my head, and I'm counting the days until I can hear her again.

Maybe it was wrong of me to have sex with her days before she was due to marry my brother, especially when I didn't tell her who I was, but I had to do it. It was time that she met me. I had to make sure she knew me, even if it was only a little bit.

We have a connection, a strong one. We're meant to be, I just know it. She's mine and I'm hers, it's as simple as that and although I'll give her time to get used to that, I'll make sure that she knows it.

No doubt, she's going to be pissed when she finds out exactly who I am, but I know she'll eventually get over it. Once she spends more time with me and gets to know me, she'll realise that we're perfect for each other and I'm exactly what she needs.

If my plan goes the way I want it to, she'll be mine soon enough. If my plan doesn't work, I'll stop at nothing until I have her.

She's made for me, as am I for her.