Page 24 of Hunted Obsession

Theron moves inside of me, just as expertly as he always has, but there is a distance, along with a deafening silence between us. I try not to overthink it, and thankfully, my body allowsmy mind to forget as I climb higher and higher, my orgasm clouding my thoughts as it consumes my body.

When Theron comes, it’s with a roar that fills the room before his lips touch my forehead, and then he’s gone. I watch as he climbs out of bed and walks toward the bathroom. I want to call out to him that I didn’t mean it, but it would be a lie.

I meant it.

Every word.

I love him with everything that I am.

I’m not sure how long he stays in the bathroom, but when he returns to bed, I hold my breath, waiting for him to say something. His lips touch the side of my throat as his arms slide around me, and he tugs me backward against his chest.

Theron lets out a heavy sigh before he murmurs against my neck. It’s something that is unintelligible, and I almost ask for clarification, but I decide that I don’t want to know. Instead, I close my eyes and hope that this can blow over. I won’t ever say it again, not unless he says it first. That is something that I can promise.

Lying in bed,I suck in a breath as I stare at the ceiling. I can’t believe that I thought of that moment. The time that I told Theron I loved him. He didn’t say it back, and I didn’t expect him to answer, either.

It was the beginning of our end.

A mixture of sadness flows through me. I’m hot, tired, andfrustrated. Kicking off my blankets, my heart slams against my chest. I don’t know what to do, but I feel like I need to do something.

Maybe it’s because I watched Theron get a blow job tonight, and I’m already sexually frustrated, or maybe it’s because I know that there is something happening with him, with Emmie, and I can’t do anything to stop it.

Maybe it’s because I don’t want him to feel anything for anyone but me. I’m the one he should be with. I’m the one who should be giving him blow jobs. Not her. Not anyone else. Me. I’m the only one who should be on their knees for him.

Even if I somehow was able to tell Theron that Emmie is shady as hell, I’m not sure he would believe me or even really care. I have zero concrete evidence that she’s doing anything wrong other than being a manipulative bitch, and I’m pretty sure he already knows that part.

Flinging the covers off my body, I sit up before I throw my legs over the bed and stand up. Walking toward the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of water before I walk over to the window that stares out at dark nothingness. I wonder what the hell I’m going to do.

Emmie isn’t who she claims to be, but I just don’t know what she is yet. I’m not sure if I will ever figure it out, either. There are puzzle pieces that I don’t think I’ll ever get pieced together.

There’s nothing I can say to convince Theron of anything, and if I try, I’m just going to look like a jealous asshole. Granted, that’s exactly what I am. But I don’t want him to know that, at least not yet.

Bringing my glass to my lips, I take a long drink, then let out a snort. This is the stupidest shit I’ve ever done, but at the same time, I feel like it’s the only thing I can do. It’s beyond jealousy now. It’s a need to get to the bottom of all of this.

I have to know who this bitch is.

Making my way back to the bedroom, I set my water glass down on my nightstand and crawl back into bed. Rolling ontomy side, I stare at the wall. I spend the rest of the evening and early morning categorizing everything that I’ve found out.

I’m not sure what the hell I’ve found out. I know it’s something, but I’m missing the main components. I just don’t know what they are, and it’s pissing me off. Sitting up again, I lean against the headboard and stare straight ahead.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I get dressed and grab my keys as I head out of the house. I can’t toss and turn any longer. I need to do something. Making my way toward my car, I sink down in the driver’s seat and start the engine.

I don’t know where I’m going, but when my car stops moving, I’m in front of Emmie’s place. Her blinds are open as usual, and I don’t expect it, but I see Theron walk into the room. He leans against the doorjamb, and my whole body shivers at the sight of him.

Every single part of that man is effortlessly sexy—every single aspect. I’ve never met anyone like that before or after him.

Taking my phone out of my pocket, I check my email, and I’m surprised to see I’ve got another email about Emmie’s father, Asher Grant. One that is a bit more in-depth, which causes me to pause.

Asher Grant used to work for a company that was into acquisitions. It doesn’t say much else, just that it was named Pointe Industries. And that is also very much a shell company.

Another one.

What the actual fuck is going on here?

How many shell companies do these people need? That makes me think of one thing and one thing only—illegal activities. But what illegal activities? I have no damn clue.

It makes me even more curious about this because if she’s involved with any illegal activities, wouldn’t Theron know about it? I can’t imagine he would get involved with someone who he doesn’t know anything about, especially in his industry.

Flicking my gaze back to the window, I wince at the sight. They’re both naked and kissing. I hate that her lips are on his.

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