Page 153 of Divine Obsession

“Insane about something,” He murmured, his eyes and voice somber.

I didn’t know what I felt.

Sadness.

For all the times a guy ghosted me over text. Sitting alone at a restaurant table, waiting, only to be stood up. For dates that never made it back from the bathroom. Rejection and insecurity I had to work hard on to get over, and not let it affect me.

Or lust.

For this man, who just admitted to being so obsessed with me, he left the country for four years to try get me out of his head, only to end up stalking me the entire time and getting rid of any competition, before finally giving in and returning to win me back. A man I once thought myself in love with as a teenager.

Orpissed off.

For all the pain he’s put me through over the years instead of just confessing his feelings to me.

The torture of not knowing what happened between us. Why it ended.

For not being able to stop thinking about him or move on, no matter how hard I tried, or how many years passed.

“You’re…The worst.” My chin trembled slightly, the words leaving me in a whisper.

He shook his head, stepping closer. “I could beso goodto you.”

“This doesn’t make everything okay, Trevor!”

“Nothing matters except us,” He pushed, closing in.

But I couldn’t let him touch me right now. I rounded the small sofa at the foot of my bed, putting distance between us again. I was so angry, I was shaking.

“Youleft! Without saying anything!”

“It’s not that simple, Natalia.”

“You wanted to get rid of me? Fine!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about–”

Four years, I played out how this conversation, would go. What I would say. What he would say. And now that I was finally letting it all off my chest, I couldn’t stop.

“I didn’t look for you! I didn’t ask for you! I didn’t think about you!”

“Natalia–”

“I was perfectly fine while you were gone.” Tears burned my eyes; my breathing shook. “I didn’t care! I didn’t cry! I barely even touched myself!”

Trevor glanced up from the floor, his dark eyes meeting mine.

An intense blush covered my face.

One, because I’d just admitted to fantasizing about him over the last few years.

And two, because it was a lie. It was nowhere near ‘barely’. It was more like a necessity. We might’ve only had enough sex tofill two nights but it had been an intense two days of non-stop, crazy,hotsex that had left me aching and empty and needy for that rush again.

He took a threatening step towards me.

“No.” I shook my head.

I could have sworn his muscles flexed under his suit.

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