Page 94 of Shadowed Obsession

I squat to retrieve the “toy box” from underneath my bed and search for a remote that looks like a key fob, tucking it in my palm. I find the matching toy, disappear inside the en suite toinsert it, and return downstairs. With a smirk, I place the “key” in César’s hand.

“What is this?” he asks with a raised brow.

“A key," I answer sarcastically.

“Key for what exactly?”

“Press button and see,” I challenge with a wink.

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7:10 p.m. | ‘the ninth incident’

I press the button and hear a faint buzzing, and Deirdre jumps a little.

“That kind of remote control. Alright. I like the way you think, Doe,” I praise.

“I figured you would,” she says with a smile, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek.

I toy with her a bit on the drive there just to see her squirm and am looking forward to an eventful night, thanks to her.

We pull up to this fancy new restaurant in town called Tastebud. I wanted to bring her here because it’s apparently a favorite of hers back home. Her face lights up when she spots the sign, and I know that I’ve made the right choice.

I park and hand the keys over to the valet, excited for a real date with her on my arm. I know it’s a risk for us both, but what’s one night?

The hostess greets us and leads us to a table tucked away from the rest of the crowd, and I am glad I requested that considering the toy currently resting in Deirdre’s pussy that’sbegging for my attention. I rest my hand in my pocket carefully to avoid pressing the remote.

Not now, Doe. Be a good girl and wait.

I scan the menu, but Deirdre is already excited to order her usual once again. I’m hoping on a night like tonight, she feels a little less homesick. The waiter takes our drink orders, and Deirdre starts making faces from her seat.

“Are you okay?” I ask with wrinkled brows.

“Of course,” she assures with a playful smile.

I scan the menu as we make conversation. As she shares her favorite dishes, she lights up while talking about the roasted chicken, and it’s so cute. She mentions the dessert menu and assures that we’re going to have a good time tonight.

We most definitely will.

When she starts talking about work, I listen attentively, reminding myself not to accidentally share anything specific aboutmyjob. Then she stops mid-sentence and resumes talking, I glance up to find her eyeing me curiously.

What is going on with her?

“Doe, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. This chair is a bit uncomfortable.”

“I’ll flag down the waiter and get you a different chair,mi beba.”

“No. I’ll be fine,” she states through gritted teeth, leaving no room for argument, and excuses herself to the bathroom.

The waiter approaches the table while she’s gone, so I order for us. Steak for me and roasted chicken for her. I mention the chair to him before he leaves, and he swaps it out before she returns.

My hands rest in my lap as we talk more about our interests, treating this like the first date we should’ve had.

She flinches a few times more, and I stare incredulously, but she waves me off again.

I straighten my spine and give her a look, and keep my voice low. “Do you we need to go home? I can get our order to go,” I assure.

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