Billionaire’s Great Obsession

(Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene. If you’re not comfortable to read it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)

If it’s all just a game anyway, I might as well play hard and get the most of it. I know one day when his lover will return, that would be the last day I’m staying by his side. She sneered at herself and kissed him passionately. Why not? He’s great in bed. Even though he is so demanding and often made me sad, he never fails most of his promises, and Mom is getting better. He gives me money and helps me with my career! Ha-ha. Who am I to talk about love, to talk about dignity? Don’t be so pathetic! Love is a luxury that I can’t afford.

Her sudden change and passion startled Scott, and soon, he returned with more passionate kisses.

Her unusual reaction of intensity and strong desire surprised him, and later, he noticed the tears running down her cheeks, and the pillow was wet. He acknowledged it, but he didn’t do anything about it.

He didn’t need to know how she truly felt, whether she really wanted it or not. She was there to please him, to do whatever he wanted. He thought he was clear of her role in his life. There and then, he would just enjoy all the rare passion she offered. It became like a competition, both kissing and stroking each other fervently, lustfully.

He requested her to shout out his name, to tell him she loved him and how much she enjoyed having sex with him. She obeyed. She did whatever he asked of her, and she allowed him to do whatever he wanted with her. Pleasure and pain were sending her up to heaven and throwing her down to hell. She moaned and screamed, scratched, and twitched; she cried for more and wanted him to stop; she laughed and wept.

He came inside her once and then again into her mouth. It was as if he had endless energy, and he could go on forever and ever while she slowly grew exhausted and let him ride her whichever way he desired.

The night had slowly crept away when Scott finally felt he had enough and lit a cigarette. Brianna soon fell asleep from exhaustion. He watched her sleep and gently stroked her hair off her face. It was wet, probably from the sweat and perhaps her tears as well.

She looks so much like her, but she’s not. Scott thought. No, she’s not. She doesn’t have the mole. Somehow he wished that she was the little girl that saved him.

He took a shower carefully and noticed that there was blood on the bandages, and Brianna had added a few scratches on his back and shoulders.

Feeling a bit agitated, he went for a smoke on the balcony. She’s a wild one. He recalled how they had sex just then.

There was something troubling his mind. He lit another cigarette. Where is Sol? Why can’t I find her? What am I doing keeping this girl who is just a replacement? It’s Sol that I love. It’s Sol that I’m going to marry and make love to. Have I betrayed Sol, as Chris Butler said? Will Sol be upset if she knows? Will she come back to me if, if she’s still alive?

The questions made his head ache. There was more than once when he felt that Brianna was entering the territory in his heart that should belong to Sol only, and he had to close the door and keep her out. He felt guilty for Sol. He felt like he had betrayed her, not just physically.

Whenever he thought of Sol, he felt like there was a voice telling him to be sensible, to keep other women, Brianna especially, in the distance. Yet, lately, he has found it more and more difficult to do so.

Perhaps it’s just a physical need as a man? I care for her, well, if I do care for her, merely for the sake of sex. He tried to ensure himself and heaved a sigh.

He went back to bed and lay down next to Brianna. Watching her face that resembled Sol so much, he couldn’t help recalling that icy winter night again when the little girl saved him. He was so certain that Sol was the little angel, yet Brianna seemed to remind him more of her, especially the fearless determination they had in common.

She was just a tiny one and it was freezing, yet she would not let go, holding his hand tight, trying to drag him up with all her might and she ended up falling into the river herself and almost drowned.

He told her that someone was hunting him and she couldn’t tell anyone where he was, so she kept it a secret. She took the first aid kit and some food from home to him.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She was the only person that had shown him so much love apart from his grandparents, who had brought him up. He had only spent two days with her, and he could never forget her.

Only if she was my little angel… Scott thought as he watched Brianna asleep. He cuddled her gently.

When Brianna woke up the next morning, she felt sore all over her body. What a beast he was last night! Crazy. Where has he got his energy from? Does he never get tired? She wondered.

She didn’t see Scott around and heaved a sigh of regret. I shouldn’t have told him that I care for him. I shouldn’t have feelings for him at the very beginning! He doesn’t love me, and he possesses me merely for physical pleasure.

She had a look at the time on her phone and thought it was still early and wanted to go back to sleep. Yet just then, the chief maid knocked at the door, “Good morning, Mrs. Brianna Anderson, are you awake?”

“Good morning.”

“Shall I bring you your clothes from your room?” The maid asked.

Brianna then got out of bed and saw in the mirror her naked body adorned with love bites. She almost gasped.

“Yes, please.” She answered.

“And please get me a light summer scarf.” She added.