Page 7 of Twisted Obsession

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Ansel

As I strolled into my house, the television lured me in the direction of where the noise emanated. Regina’s refreshing scent was light, but it permeated throughout the house. Had her vanilla-cocoa scent soaked into the walls?

The news blasted a story of a death at the hands of a serial killer as I headed towards the kitchen.

“Mr. Frederick Kaplan has been found decapitated. Although evidence was found that pointed to him having ties to the infamous DG6 gang, authorities suspect that it may have been the family of one of his alleged victims that committed the brutal beheading. Reports suspect that the killer used a jagged blade, possibly a saw, and started the vicious attack while Kaplan was alive. Kaplan had been accused of murder, and sexual misconduct of several women, but his affluent status as a real estate tycoon afforded him a team of lawyers who managed to absolve him of all charges.”

The news anchor’s words of murder echoed throughout the house, bending my ear. Mr. Kaplan had been dead for more than a month, but they’d undoubtedly located his frozen body and stumbled upon his head, if they were able to identify him. Wait until they found the asshole I’d left hanging from his ceiling fan. They’d need rain boots because his polished marble floors gleamed with a crimson finish, all eight pints of his blood.

I gave zero fucks about dead murderers. My concentration fell on the woman who’d occupied a place in my mind since day one.

If Regina thought I hadn’t noticed her avoiding me, she could think again. There wasn’t much I hadn’t noticed about Dr.Regina Dominquez. She was different from the women I was used to. I hadn’t even fucked her, and she was already wreaking havoc on me. I planned to put an end to this shit. I’d been playing nice for way too long.

“Good morning,” I called, announcing myself as soon as I entered the kitchen.

“Good morning,” she mumbled behind her hand as she continued to chew. A bowl of cereal sat on the table in front of her. Her wide gaze followed my movements as I circled the table.

She picked up the remote and turned down the volume of the television mounted to my kitchen wall.

“I would have made breakfast, but sadly, I can’t cook,” she said, embarrassed. “I’ve been surviving most of my life on take-out, microwave, and canned foods, which explains my weight.”

“There is nothing wrong with your weight, Doc.”

Eventually, I’d prove to her what I said better than I could tell her, especially where her weight was concerned. The poor woman was programmed. She wasn’t a walking rack of bones, so she’d likely had assholes telling her that she was too big for their taste.

They were dicks who couldn’t handle a real woman and poured their energy into making her believe she needed to lose weight. As far as I was concerned, she didn’t need to lose a thing because it was all in the right places. My tongue took a slow stroll across my lips as I watched her watch me.

“It’s okay that you can’t cook. I’ll see about rectifying that situation,” I stated as I retrieved my phone from the back pocket of my sweats.

I sat it on the counter before reaching up to open the cabinet and taking down a bowl and a box of cereal. While the plain flakes fell into the bowl, I swiped through my phone, placing it on speaker and listened as it rang twice.

“Hello, Mr. Knox,” a heavy Spanish accent greeted.

“Gigi, I need you,” I yelled towards the phone as I removed a spoon from the drawer and milk from the refrigerator.

“I like when you need me, Mr. Knox,” Gigi replied.

At that statement, Regina’s eyebrows zipped up her forehead. Her reaction had me grinning. Gigi’s statement caused a streak of jealousy to cross her gaze that I didn’t miss. Regina didn’t have to worry her beautiful head because the only woman on my mind lately was her.

I lifted my phone and bowl from the counter and placed them on the table in front of me.

“My lady can’t cook, and I can’t have her starving because I can’t boil an egg either.” My words were aimed at the phone, but my gaze was directed at Regina.

The pointed interest in Regina’s gaze was revealed as she adjusted herself in her seat. And I hadn’t missed her silent repeat of two specific words: My lady.

“You know how I am, Gigi. I need a woman with a certain depth to her perfection.”

My attention remained on Regina more than it was on anything else I was doing.

“Whoever you’re working for, I’ll pay you double,” I offered, knowing Gigi would be willing to dump her current employer for the right price. Gigi had three grandkids she spoiled rotten, and a boyfriend twenty years her junior she spoiled as much as the grandbabies.

“When do you need me? I don’t like working for this jackass, Mr. Callahan anyway,” she stated, not taking a moment to think about her decision.

“Can you come in tomorrow?”

“Yes, I’ll be there,” she returned.

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