His Obsession (3 page)

He decided to go and pay
Cadeon
a visit.
Stephen rarely visited members of the club at their home, but he’d made friends
with a few members.

After a quick shower and changing into another white shirt and pants, he
grabbed his car keys and drove. The shirt from the night before had been put in
the bin. There was no way he’d be able to clean tomato juice from the fabric.
They were expensive shirts. He would never dock her pay. One of the few
pleasures in his life was Ursula. She would probably laugh at him.

He pulled up outside
Cadeon’s
house and saw
his friend’s car in the driveway. The gate was open. He put the car into park.
Stephen was getting out of the car as the front door opened. Violet stood
looking at him. Seconds later,
Cadeon
walked up
behind her, circling his arms around his woman’s waist. Stephen watched him
speak to her, and then she left with a blush on her face.

“She still doesn’t like me?” he asked.

“Violet doesn’t understand you.”
Cadeon
came
down the few steps to greet him.

“What’s not to understand?” He shook his friend’s hand, looking over his
shoulder to see if Violet was there.

“She’s gone to put the kettle on for you.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t got her tied up or something.”

“Violet is not ready for that,”
Cadeon
said.

“And you’re fine with waiting?”

“I love her, Stephen. If she’s never ready, then I’m fine with that.”
They walked into the house together. “She doesn’t know why, for someone with as
much wealth as you, you’re so miserable. There is a woman out there for you.
She doesn’t know why you are not looking. She came from nothing but fear. You
came from nothing but love, and yet you’re both the complete opposite about
life.”

Cadeon
stopped talking when they entered
the kitchen. Stephen took a seat at the counter as his friend went to his
woman. His arms went around her waist once again, and he fell to kissing her
neck. The love between the two could not be ignored. Stephen felt like he’d
been punched in the gut. He would never feel that with anyone. Violet closed
her eyes and leaned back into
Cadeon’s
touch. The trust
on her face was something Stephen had never seen with her. She and
Cadeon
had fought for everything they had together.

Cadeon
pulled away. “We can sit at the
table.”

Stephen followed him into the other room. Violet came through with the
drinks. She placed one in front of Stephen then two in front of
Cadeon
. Before she moved away, his friend caught her round
the waist, sitting her on his lap. He seemed to be fascinated by her waist.

Stephen thought about Ursula. She was a full woman like Violet, and she
had a small, rounded tummy. He smiled thinking about last night only to stop
short at the fact she had a boyfriend at home. Violet tapped his friend’s hand
then got up, taking her cup, and left.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your time together.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ve got the rest of our life together. You’re
here to visit. What’s the problem?”

Stephen took a sip of coffee. He only wanted his friend’s company, but
he might be able to sort out the problems at the club.
Cadeon
was a businessman after all.

****

Lucas was pissed off. The mornings were his time to himself. This time
he had to find that bastard, Sean. The other man always had a way of spoiling
his fun or at least the small amount of fun he could get these days. He pulled
up outside Sean’s house and knew the place would be trashed. Lucas was sick and
tired of dealing with his shit. Turning the engine off, he walked through the
door and was overwhelmed by the stench of cigarette smoke, stale food, and
whiskey. There was broken furniture around every room. Lucas knew Sean had no
relationship with his parents. He knew they’d set Sean up with a trust fund for
him. The other man could spend the rest of his life in luxury, but he took high
risk missions by being a bloody operative. That was how Lucas had met Sean, and
that was how Sean had met Isabella, his sister. His hands tightened into fists
at the memory of her phone call. For the last five years he’d done everything
in his power to try to get her back. They had no idea where she was. Sean had
promised him he’d find her and bring her home. A groan came from the room on
the left. Walking over the broken bits of a chair and stand Lucas found Sean
coming ‘round on the couch. It looked like he’d been run over by a truck. Blood
had dried on his face from a cut on the eyebrow and lip. There was bruising
over the left side of his face. He wore a stained shirt. An ashtray was
overflowing with docked out butts. Lucas leaned against the wall and watched
the man before him.

“What do you want?” Sean asked.

“I’m surprised you’re alert enough to know who it is,” Lucas said.

“There is something about your condescending stare. I can feel it on me
like a load of maggots.”

This was classic Sean. He insulted others around him when he failed. “I
take it a night at Ravage and you’re still nowhere near finding Isabella?”
Saying her name still made his heart ache with wanting. She’d been so open and
innocent. He knew if they ever found her it would be a miracle. If Lucas was
honest with himself, he knew they’d never find her. She’d been taken by people
who bought and sold women for sport. How she had managed to get mixed up with
that he’d never know.

“What can I say? No one wants to talk to me. I’m getting close, I know.”
Sean looked completely obsessed verging on mad. Moving closer into the room,
Lucas almost threw up when he saw a pile of sick in the corner.

“You smell like an ashtray and look worse. Also, if you go back to the
club asking questions James has said he’ll ban you from Ravage for good. You
know how hard it is to get your application accepted. Don’t be an asshole,
Sean. Stop causing trouble.”

“I’m close, Lucas. I’ll get her back. I promised you I’d get her back.”

Staring around him Lucas came to a decision. He stared at the man who
used to be one of his dearest friends. “Sean. She’s not coming back. You’ve got
to let it go.” He didn’t want to say the words. After five years without a word
Lucas knew Isabella was lost to them. He hoped she was happy. He couldn’t bring
himself to think of her dead in a ditch with no one caring to lay her to rest
properly.

“Don’t say shit like that, Lucas. I’ll find her. Killing Dominic wasn’t
the smartest move. I can feel we’re close.”

“She’s gone, Sean.”

“No. Don’t say crap like that to me. I’m going to get her back. Just
give me more time.”

Lucas hated this. Staring round at the chaos, he knew his friend had
lost all sense of reality. Sean needed to face the fact Isabella was gone and
never coming back. “I know you don’t want to deal with this, but if you don’t
stop looking, James and Stephen will ban you from the clubs. I’ve accepted
she’s not coming back. You need to as well.”

Silence met his words. Lucas waited to see what the other man’s
reactions would be. Sean threw the contents of the table all over the floor.
His rage knew no bounds. Lucas stayed to watch the destruction. He knew Sean
had to get this out. Isabella, his youngest sister, needed to be laid to rest
even though it killed him to admit defeat.

“I never should have let her go,” Sean said, sinking to his knees
amongst the mess.

“You did, and now she’s gone. Get yourself together. This is the last
time I’m coming here.” He turned to leave then stopped. Fisting his hands at
his side he glanced over his shoulder. “Isabella would hate to see you like this.”
He left with his words ringing around Sean’s head. At least he hoped they were.

Chapter Three

At four o’clock Ursula let herself into Stephen’s house with the spare
key he’d given her. She had no idea what happened to all the other cleaners he
used to employ. There was no need to dwell on the other helpers. This job meant
she could finish college and live comfortably.
Or as
comfortably as someone could with an abusive slob.
She shuddered,
thinking about the mess Paul had gotten himself into the night before.

She’d woken up to find him lying in the chair, cock out and splattered
semen over the furniture.

If she didn’t faint at the sight of blood she’d have chopped his dick
off to teach him a lesson about making a mess. Instead, she’d gotten immense pleasure
out of smacking two saucepans together to wake him up. Petty emotions but a
girl had to get her kicks out of something in life.

There hadn’t been a car in the driveway. She closed the door, put her
coat and bag where Stephen had told her to. Walking through to the kitchen, she
prepared some food then began to do the cleaning. Pulling out her phone, she
put her headphones in her ears, turned on the music and began to dance. She
loved dancing. Ursula moved round the house, cleaning, allowing the beat of the
music to take over. Her singing voice left a lot to be desired, but with the
music pounding in her ears she didn’t need to listen to the sound of her own
voice.

She rocked her hips to the dance beat, singing as loud as she could. In
one hand she held a feather duster, and with the other, she pretended to have a
microphone to sing into.

In her rare solitary moments, she could pretend to be someone different.
In her mind she didn’t have a lame-ass boyfriend or spend most of her time
daydreaming about the future.

She twirled round, screamed and fell on her ass to the floor. Stephen
went to her, helping her to her feet. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he
said. Ursula knew the damage was done. The laughter in his eyes along with the
smile confirmed her suspicions. He was laughing at her.

“You could wear a bell you know.”

“Are you sure you could hear me?”

The heat spread in her cheeks. “So, you could have done the gentlemanly
thing and left.” She got to her feet, rubbing her butt.

“I never said I was a gentleman.”

“You live in a mansion. You reek of money and silver spoon crap. You’re
a gentleman.” She cried out as he caught her hips in his grip, pulling her
against him. He placed his hands under hers cupping her butt. She felt the
press of his cock against her stomach. Her mouth went dry while her pussy grew
wet with want.

“I may have money, but never mistake me for being a gentleman. When I
see what I want, I take it no matter what the consequences are.” His voice
captured her attention making it hard for her to look away.

Biting her lip, she stared at him, conscious of the possessive way his
hand moved down the seam of her ass. She got the sense if the fabric weren’t
there he’d be running in between her cheeks. He buried his face in the curve of
her neck. She tilted her head to the side to get him closer. Goose-bumps
erupted on her arms. Her breathing changed as her nipples grew hard. The bra
she’d chosen this morning felt too tight when her nipples swelled with arousal.

He kissed her neck, causing her to moan. Every touch felt amazing. She
was not the woman with the jerk-off boyfriend. She was Ursula Mills, a woman
with needs. Slowly, he kissed up her neck to her cheek. One of his hands moved
from her ass to cup her cheek. The tenderness in his touch was not lost on her.
His thumb rubbed her bottom lip pulling it out from between her teeth. “You’ll
hurt yourself if you keep doing that,” he said.

The sound of the telephone ringing interrupted the moment. She turned
her attention away looking over his shoulder. His body remained wrapped around
hers. Their reflection in the mirror over on the far wall caught her attention.
Her hair was pulled into a ponytail. He’d caught her up in his arms, pushing
her breasts high up. She looked like a seductress with a fat ass.

Don’t let that jerk invade this
moment. Stephen doesn’t see you like that. Feel his cock pressed against your
belly. He wants you.

You want him, too.

She shook her head, pushing on his chest to break their contact. He let
her go, and she sensed he let her go with great reluctance. “You’d better
answer the phone.” She picked up her phone, which had fallen out of her pocket
during her fall.

He stared at her for several moments then left. Only when he left the
room did she let her breath out. Her hands were shaking from what had taken
place. They hadn’t kissed, yet her lips looked red and swollen. Turning away,
she began to clean. The scent of her cooking assailed her, so she put her
cleaning supplies away and made her way to the kitchen. Stephen was seated at
the counter on the phone. She ignored him, going to the over to check on the
chicken. His conversation sounded like work. Turning away she went to the
pantry to gather ingredients to finish off the chicken.

When she entered the kitchen, she saw he’d begun to chop some tomato and
cucumber for the salad. “Will you be joining me today?” he asked.

“If you want me to.”

Stephen caught her cheek getting her to look at him. “I want you to eat
with me. I like your company.”