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Obsession is a peculiar thing. Unlike other emotions, it doesn’t happen instantaneously.
Until suddenly—you’re sick. Infected with an incurable disease.
I meet his dark eyes when he enters, refusing to look anywhere else for fear my legs will turn to jelly and the reporter will have a field day. Too late…my control is waning.
“That’s absurd. She’s my deceased wife’s daughter.” My heart, the bruised and battered thing twists in my chest and I look at the reporter. “You can go fuck yourself.” My stare snags him again. “You too.”
A faint shiver of delight zips through me when I see his annoyance simmering beneath the surface. Good. Maybe now he’ll understand how I’ve been feeling ever since the incident.
The one that ended with him discarding me like I was nothing more than a dirty rag, then come right back around and use me whenever it’s convenient fo...
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Enter Cain Carter—not one to pass up a good opportunity, even in the face of gossip and outrage—he married her. Most likely because— scandal or not—she knew all the right people. People who ironically enough, got him to where he is now.
Running for mayor and presumed to win. Which will officially make him the youngest mayor Black Hallows has ever had.
But the other half wants him to lose so it gets rid of at least one obstacle between us.
Then again, if he loses, who knows what will happen to me. As of tomorrow, I’m a legal adult, which means he’s no longer under any legal obligation to take care of me.
Needless to say, my life quickly became a living hell. I was bullied by my peers and verbally abused by the adults who were supposed to protect me.
In the end, I shouldn’t have gone through the trouble because Mr. Delany—just like every other man in my life—turned his back on me.
He ended up telling everyone who would listen that I was a mentally ill stalker who was obsessed and blackmailing him because I was angry he turned down my advances.
Devil: I forgot how sensitive you are and how much you hate being ignored.
It’s a shame he wasn’t put behind bars, because it was obvious to anyone with a pulse he was grooming her and only a matter of time before he did something heinous. It really goes to show it’s not what you know in this town, it’s who you know.
Younger Eden was already a Lolita in their minds. But older Eden is everything wives’ nightmares and men’s wet dreams are made of. Like temptation and sin wrapped up in a beautiful bow.
Almost as ruthless as… The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I grit my teeth. Not a day goes by that I’m not reminded of Damien King, given his obsession with me ruined my life twelve years ago.
Last I heard, he was a successful hedge fund investor with more money than God and was living halfway around the world on some exotic island…which suits me perfectly fine. Because if I ever see him again…I can’t guarantee I won’t kill him.
There’s a reason people in this town refer to him as the Devil. The man is pure evil. A psych...
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“Why do you keep messing with my head?” Her voice wobbles. “I’m not something you can use.”
“Does Eden know yet?” “Know what yet?” “That you’re dating Margaret Bexley?” Claudia’s more perceptive than I give her credit for.
We’ve been together ever since. Until she started fucking Damien King behind my back.
And the apple doesn’t fall far because most can say the same about Damien. He pisses a lot of people off. Like me. Right now. Because I’m watching him nail my girlfriend against a wall in a shed.
Dammit, he not only screwed my girl, he also had a better breakup line. Katrina understandably looks offended. “You’re an asshole.” It’s my turn to snort. Telling Damien King he’s an asshole is like telling a deaf person they can’t hear. Utterly pointless.
We all hide behind a mask, Eden. Show them yours and I’ll take off mine tonight.
Tears prickle my eyes because he’s not playing fair. He knows I’m not strong enough to do this.
AngelBaby123: This isn’t fair. AngelBaby123: I can’t do this. Devil: Yes, you can.
From the soles of my shoes to the top of my head, I’m in love with Cain Carter. And if I want everything he’s willing to give me…everything I’ve dreamed of since the first time he looked at me and stole my heart, I have no choice but to walk inside that party.
I go to leave, but he drapes one arm around my shoulder and the other around Mrs. Miller’s. “The three of us are going to have so much fun.”
“Why would you do that?” “I’m not really sure. Maybe I’m in the mood for a friend.” “You don’t have friends.” “Exactly.”
“You don’t know what kind of shit I’m into.” “That’s where you’re wrong.” He shoves me against my car. “I saw you in that classroom, brother. You’re like a goddamn bomb ready to explode. And if you don’t relieve some of that pent-up tension inside you, sooner or later you’re going to detonate.”
It’s a lie and he knows it. But admitting your dad is still beating the shit out of you when you’re about to graduate high school isn’t something a man does.
I was hoping the three of us living as one happy family would prove to everyone for once and all that Eden isn’t a homewrecker and stop all the gossip.
She’s starting to remind me of Karen and I refuse to marry another woman who makes me miserable.
I look up and all the oxygen gets sucked out of the room. I’m staring into the most intense blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
His tattoos are out of place with the rest of his attire…make that the rest of the room. Oddly enough, it’s comforting. Like I’m not the only one who doesn’t belong here.
My angel has no idea the man she loves is going to crush her soul before the night is over.
If I still had a heart, it would break for her. The girl didn’t ask to be part of my plan…she’s just an unfortunate casualty. Cain, however—deserves everything coming to him.
Carter always gets what he wants in the end. Except this time. Because I’m back…and I’m not leaving without getting what I want. And what I want…is to teach him a lesson.
Pulling out my phone, I open the app and send a message. Devil: How about I do something to help you relax?
Then I count to sixty. The closet door opens at fifty-nine.
If there’s one thing I hate more than being teased and ridiculed…it’s losing.
And yet, I can’t seem to make myself stop hanging around Damien. He gets me in a way other people don’t. Almost like he has the same sickness I do buried inside him. Only, he shows everyone who he is. He’s not ashamed of the things he likes…the things he does.
He’s free. Because he doesn’t give a shit about anything. Then again, it’s easy not to care when you have nothing to lose.
He’s such a goddamn hypocrite. He’s pulled her hair and told her to shut up plenty of times. Only when he does it, she doesn’t flinch like a little prissy baby who can’t take a dick.
There’s a certain level of trust between them that doesn’t exist between us. Which is fine by me, it’s not like I give a fuck about her.
The thing I’ve tried not to think about…but can’t ignore. “I like your obsession with me, Damien.”
But while Eden’s mask hides her sorrow. Cain’s mask hides his lies.
Unfortunately for me—Eden’s pain is something I empathize with. Because I’ve experienced it myself.
And unfortunately for me…I seemed to have developed serious feelings for the bastard.
