Page 31 of Dangerous Obsession

“Where do you learn that, you little vixen?” I mutter the words under my breath but she hears me.

“Porn, duh… When you can’t get dick you have to do that shit.”

I chuckle at her response, but I respect that. I haven’t used porn in years. There is no lack of attention in my world. I could have any woman I want—and I have. Until now. Willow is the only thing on my mind, and I’m learning new things about her every day. As she falls asleep and starts snoring, I start to ponder why she would try to escape. It had to be the news report about her disappearance. She’s going to try to sneak away again and get to her father. I need to shore up security now, maybe plant one of my soldiers outside to follow her in the event she does leave.

And I’m going to have to teach her that lesson. She can’t do what she did tonight. I can’t have her roaming the streets. It isn’t safe.

18

WILLOW

They’re chasing me and it’s dark. My feet slap against the sidewalk as guns go off behind me. Why can’t I see them? Where did they come from? Who are they?

I run as fast as I can down the street. There is a light at the end of the street where I’m headed. I think it’s home, but I can’t tell. I scream for my father, and I can hear his voice calling for me, but when I get to the light, it’s not my father I see.

Leo stands with his gun pointed over my shoulder and fires it. The noise is so loud it nearly bursts my eardrums. I screech and cover my ears, crying, and he fires again and again. I want to scream for him to make it stop, but when I open my mouth no sounds come out. Then, when I try to run again, I can’t. Why can’t I run? Why are my feet sinking into the ground? There’s another loud boom and suddenly I’m frozen.

I jolt awake to the sound of a clap of thunder. The dream lingers in my mind, making my pulse race and my body shake. I’m covered in sweat, and my pussy feels like it’s been pounded hard. I rub my head. It’s dark in the room, but I can feel Leo in bed with me. When lightning flashes in the sky, the room lights up and I see he’s wearing only his boxers.

Frantically, I touch myself everywhere. I’m still fully clothed, wearing the same blouse and skirt that I was last night when I planned to get him drinking and knock him out with the sleeping pills. The lightning fades and the thunder rolls, and I lie back down in bed next to his snoring form. What a horrible nightmare that was. I have been having them so often now, the sleeping pills are the only thing that helps.

I lie here thinking about the meal and what happened. I remember cooking everything, roast, veggies, rolls and pie. It took me all day to bake that damn bread, and more than an hour for the roast. Leo liked it. I remember that much. And I remember taking those capsules and opening them up and pouring them into his drink. Just a few stirs and they dissolved fully.

My head throbs, hammering against my eyeballs. I didn’t drink that much. I only had one glass, so why am I feeling this way? Yeah, I only ate a little, but one glass of wine is hardly enough to make me get wasted—unless. I look over at Leo who’s sleeping like a fucking baby. He had to have switched the drinks. But why? He didn’t know I had drugged his, did he? And why would he even be suspicious? Because I made a good meal?

I rub my head and sigh. My bladder is full and with this headache I’m not getting any sleep until I take some meds, so I sit up and carefully slip out of bed, tiptoeing to the door. It creaks as I open it, but I look back and Leo and he doesn’t move. My bladder screams at me, so I hurry down the hall and into the bathroom, and when I hike my skirt, ready to down my panties, I find them missing.

“Fuck’s sake,” I hiss under my breath. My pussy took a pounding alright. I wonder if he got a kick out of fucking me when I was blind drunk. I shake my head and sit down, relieving my bladder.

The entire plan I had to drug him and escape is ruined. I’m groggy and emotional with a splitting headache. If he figured out that I drugged him, he’ll never trust my cooking again, at least not any time soon. And if my father is looking for me now, then I have a chance to get to him and get him to run away with me so we can both be safe—before Leo’s father gets to him.

I plant my elbows on my knees and cover my face. I blew it by not watching the glass. Or maybe I blew it by not having a poker face. Why else would he give me the drugged glass? Or maybe I was just stupid enough to set the wrong glass in front of myself? But I could have sworn I was so careful. Confusion sets in and I yawn, feeling a smidge of the drug in my system still.

Thunder claps outside, sounding like a door slamming shut, and I realize that thanks to the storm, I could still pull this off. He wouldn’t hear me shut the front door if I timed it just after a lightning strike when the thunder resounds. Though, I don’t have an umbrella, so whatever I wear will get soaked and by the time I get to a police station I’ll look like a drowned rat.

It's late though, and creepy people come out when it's dark out. That part of this plan has always scared me—that it doesn’t have to be someone who is purposely searching for me that could hurt me. Some weirdo random stranger could assault me this time of night when everyone is sleeping and there are no witnesses.

I sigh and wipe myself, then stand up and flush. While I’m washing my hands, I stare into the mirror. The dark circles under my eyes seem permanent now, but at least the black dye is mostly washed out. My chestnut waves have returned for the most part. I remember once, Leo telling me that he loved my hair and how well it suited my hazel eyes. I didn’t agree with him then, but I do now. Maybe he was right about that, but he was wrong to encourage me to leave him then. And he’s wrong if he thinks keeping me locked up is how to keep me safe.

The woman in the mirror stares back at me, resolving that tonight is the night we get out of here. “You can do this, Willow,” I say to myself. I just have to get on more sensible clothing. I only have a few outfits, ordered on Amazon and shipped to me over the past few weeks. I need my jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweater. And I need the sneakers that Allie gave me. They’re by the front door. I don’t have my bag, or anything of value to carry with me. Not even my cell, so there is no point in taking anything along, except maybe a bottle of water.

With my plan made, to sneak the chain off of Leo’s neck and leave, I tiptoe back to the room. He is still snoring lightly when I open the door. I leave it cracked so the light from the hallway will illuminate the dresser. As quietly as I can, I pull the drawer open and rifle through it. I don’t find a t-shirt, but I do find my jeans, and I pull out a pair of socks. There is a sweater in the coat closet next to the front door, so I can take that one. If only I can get out of here without waking him up.

Leo stirs as I pull the door open wider and place my clothing on the ground outside the door. I’ll just have to wear my blouse, I guess. He rolls over, now lying flat on his back, and drapes an arm over his eyes. His thick bicep, silhouetted against the light streaming in from the hallway seems larger than normal, maybe because it’s squished over his face. I grit my teeth and creep up to him.

I fully expect him to snatch my wrist and scare the fuck out of me, but his light snoring resumes. Leo is terrifying at times, even though I don’t think he’ll ever hurt me. I just know his family will if I don’t get away from him. So even though my heart is really bonding to his at times, and his sex is incredible, I gingerly pluck the chain off his chest and feel around on it until I find the clasp.

The tiny claw is almost impossible to open in the dark, but I manage. I start to pull the chain off his neck and he stirs again and I freeze in place. My heart races, my breathing becoming choppy, and I stand there staring at him for a few seconds. He mumbles something in his sleep and I realize the key can slide right off that damn chain. I don’t have to pull the necklace off. I feel like I hit the lottery.

Grinning to myself, I pull the key off and let the chain drape across his chest, then retreat for the room with my bounty and a huge smile. The key clutched in the palm of my hand, I grab my clothing and head downstairs. The stairs creak but with the storm outside, I don’t think he will even hear it. I don’t bother turning on any lights. I put the key in my mouth for safe keeping while I strip off the skirt and toss it to the floor, then put the pants on. I forgot panties, but at this point I don’t care. I’m three seconds from freedom as I jam my socks on and shove my feet into Allie’s sneakers.

The sweater I wanted isn’t in this closet, but Leo has a leather jacket—even better because at least I won’t be soaked and cold from the waist up. I zip it to the chin and stand by the door, willing myself to use the key and leave. It’s scary out there, really scary. I pull the key from my mouth and slide it into the lock. It turns easily and the door is ready to open, so why do I stand here frozen?

Doorknob in hand, I turn it and pull, and a clap of thunder strikes just as I open it. I hear it creak, but I know Leo can’t. The ground is soaked. Rain pounds the earth, and my heart hammers in my chest. Now is my chance to go home. I can be with my father again, really make something of myself with my art, and be free from all this violence of shooting and car chases.

I glance up the steps where Leo is sleeping. He’ll wake up and I’ll be gone, vanished in the night without a trace. What will he think? His first day of living life without knowing where I am? Will I be able to hide from him? What will he do without someone to follow around all day and all night?

Steeling myself, I look back out over the puddles in the grass and rub my eyes. I have to. If only for the fact that Alexsi Gusev is going to kill me if I don’t. Leo has no idea what hell he brought on me when he came back into my life. I take a step onto the porch and feel the breeze, moist and cold.

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