Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

DEREK’S P. O. V

I quickly stood up from the bed and accidentally bumped into the mini table, causing the breakfast tray to spill it’s contents on the ground. Additionally, the medication had caused me to lose my appetite Already, so I didn’t bother to check up the mess I had made.

I run to the window, slightly pushing Doven out of my way, as i look through my window. My brows furrowed in confusion as i could barely recongnized the red haired lady walking into my mansion, rolling a mini luagged with her.

“Are you certain that’s Joanna?” I inquired, hoping the woman with red hair would lift her head so I could catch a glimpse of her face.

“That’s her. However, if you want, we can go downstairs and confirm it ourselves,” he proposed, and I couldn’t help but notice the excitement in his voice. Nevertheless, I disregarded it and proceeded to leave my room.

I descended the stairs with Doven following closely behind, until I reached the center of my sitting area. There, I stood patiently, awaiting her arrival.

After a few minutes, she entered the sitting area and that’s when I noticed her appearance. Her eyes were swollen and puffy, as if she had been crying all night. I was disappointed to see that she had dyed her hair a different color, but I was even more shocked to see how wet she was and the smell of blood coming from her. It made me curious about where she had been. However, I decided not to bombard her with questions, especially since she looked so angry.

Without hesitation, I found myself running to her and wrapping my arms around her. I buried my head in her neck, but she didn’t hug me back. Instead, she pushed me away slightly and took a couple of steps back. I noticed her face scrunch up in disgust and her cold gaze glaring at me intensely.

I experienced a small, intense ache in my chest as she remained silent and walked past me, pushing her luggage upstairs to her room. I immediately motioned for Doven, who was observing the situation from behind, to come closer. He waited until she was no longer in view before approaching me.

“Did you two have an argument before she departed, like in the old mob mansion?” Doven whispered as he neared me, cautiously surveying our surroundings.

I nodded in response as my mind went back to the question she asked me at my father’s house. Her cute voice filled my ears as she asked, “DEREK, I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU FEEL FOR ME. I MEAN, WHAT AM I TO YOU?” This made me smile.

But then my mind went back to my response to her. “YOU SEE… I DISPOSED OF MY WATCH, WORTH A BILLION DOLLARS. TRUST ME, YOU WILL BE NEXT, JUST LIKE A PIECE OF TRASH. SO… GET THAT STINGING LOVE STUFF OUT OF YOUR HEAD, BECAUSE YOU AND I WILL NEVER WORK! NOW BE A GOOD GIRL, LET’S MEET MY FATHER.” My smile turned into a frown as I instantly regretted my words and actions towards her

I shouldn’t have used such harsh words towards her. It’s possible that’s why she appeared so angry earlier. I mean, who wouldn’t be? If I were in her position, I might have reacted even worse, pushing her away for insulting my feelings. I suppose I took it too far with my words.

“I noticed how angry she looked. It’s

strange because I’ve never seen her that angry before. The hatred and disdain were clearly evident in her eyes,” Doven shared his observation.

I nodded in agreement, “Yes, I noticed that too. I believe my words may have deeply hurt her.” I whispered. “I need to speak with her, we have to have a conversation.” I declared, and started heading towards the stairs.

“Wait, Mob!” Doven’s voice called out, causing me to pause and wonder why he wanted me to stop.

He gestured, “Why don’t you go take a shower, since I think she’s taking hers now. Afterward, you two can have a conversation.” He suggested. I stood there, considering his words for a moment, and eventually agreed to shower and have breakfast first, without taking any medication. I hurried up to my room.

MONALISA P. O. V

I collapsed onto my bed as soon as I entered my room, relieved that Idris wasn’t there. I didn’t care about his wherabout because I needed to be alone in that moment. The heartbreaking scene continued to replay in my mind, effortlessly, like a movie, and I suddenly started crying again.

The overwhelming amount of information was difficult to process all at once. I couldn’t even identify my own emotions anymore, as my heart raced uncontrollably. The anger inside me became too much to bear, evident by the visible green veins in my hands and the overwhelming sensation in my ears, making it impossible to hear anything else. I felt utterly drained and exhausted by everything.

I attempted to release all of my anguish, my feelings, and weight by screaming, but my voice had vanished from excessive crying. Gradually, I gathered some energy and unzipped the bag I had brought along. I took out Gardy’s photograph and sorrowfully positioned it on my chest, as new tears flowed down my chin.

“So I will never see you again. I can’t believe you’re gone so soon, but why.” I raised her picture to my face and cried.

“What am I going to say to your son, Gardy? How can I possibly explain this to him?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Gardy, I’m feeling lost. Please grant me the strength.” I collapsed onto my bed, tears streaming down my face as I soaked her picture with my sorrow. However, I suddenly heard something else fall to the ground, and I stooped down to see what it was.

Someone walked into my room unexpectedly. I realized I hadn’t locked the door, but I was too caught up in my thoughts to notice. I turned to lash out in anger, but when I saw it was Idris, my rage instantly disappeared. I felt helpless and frozen as my heart melted. Idris’s eyes lit up with excitement when he saw me, and he quickly ran over and hugged my leg.

“Aunt, you’re back!” he exclaimed, jumping with joy.

I made a deliberate effort to put on a convincing smile and bent down to his level, tousling his hair. “My Champ, how have you been?” My voice came out shaky, despite my attempts to sound composed. I assumed that my excessive crying had affected my voice, and he noticed.

“Aunt, are you alright? Your eyes are red and your face is swollen,” he asked with concern, reaching out his small hand to touch my cheeks and looking into my eyes.

I shook my head quickly, trying to respond, but his gaze suddenly shifted to my bed and his jaw dropped.

“Momma? This is Momma’s bag!” he muttered, walking past me and running to my bed. “Woah, Momma looks pretty!” He picked up the picture I was staring at earlier, his smile widening. “Aunt, I miss Momma. When will I see her? Is she still busy with work?” He bombarded me with questions as I stood there, dumbfounded. “You know, Momma has never left me for too long. I miss her.”

Hearing those words from him, fresh tears streamed down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them away when he looked up, expecting an answer.

Suddenly, my door burst open again and we both turned to see Doven entering. Idris got down from the bed and ran to him, as Doven playfully tickled his ribs, causing him to run out of my room in defense. It was just me and Doven now.

Doven entered my room fully and calmly asked, “Joanna, are you okay?”

Without responding, I ran into his arms, hugging him tightly as if my life depended on it. This was exactly what I needed right now, as I broke into tears, releasing all my pent-up emotions.

“Gardy is gone! She’s never coming back to me, to Idris, to anyone,” I wailed, gripping his shirt tightly.

“Holy fuck! What happened?”

“He killed her! That monster fucking killed her,” I cried even harder, my shoulders shaking.

After a few minutes, he slowly pulled away and emotionally gazed into my eyes. Inch by inch, our faces drew closer, our breaths tangled, and we locked our lips together.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.