Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

MONALISA P. O. V

“Did you slept with him?!”

Her question sounded like a thunderstorm in my ear which made me halt right on my track, as my skin color drained out of my face.

I quickly tried to compose myself not to get her suspicious, as she gazed at me so intensively, observing any slightest move from me.

I internally took in a deep breath and decided to act smartly because that was the only option I had left.

_Deny everything_

My gaze traveled down to my right arm where she held me so tightly, and I scoffed loudly. I slowly unwrapped her hand away with furrowed eyebrows,

“What nonsense are you talking about.” I quickly distanced myself from her, and I tossed my hair behind the back of my ears.

After staring at me for a while, she suddenly gave a dry laugh. “It’s written all over you. So start talking.” She glared.

I rocked back and forth, wondering why she was bulging me with all these questions. Must she know everything?

I drew in a long breath and veered around and saw her gaze still fixed on me, waiting patiently for me to speak up.

“Look, we have to leave here as soon as possible. I don’t want him to meet us here, please.” I quickly rushed inside and dragged out my luggage and she was glued on her spots without moving an inch.

She let out a soft chuckle, crossing her hands under her breast, “Whatever hole you crawl into, Derek won’t break a single sweat in dragging you out.” She stated.

What she said was like needles jabbing at my skin. I slowly heard the dragging beats of my heart. I felt my spirit sink, as I froze in silence.

I veered around, “This money will be enough for us to run far away. Derek is dangerous and must be avoided at all costs.” I finally found my voice, and I blinked rapidly, trying to avoid her gaze.

She strode toward me and began swirling around me, “Are you sure that is the only reason why you want to run away? Or is there something else?” She leaned close to my ear and whispered.

I tiredly buried my head in my palms in frustration, because I was fascinated at the way she easily caught me up with my lies. It had just been 2 days since she met me, and she knew me just like the palms of her hands.

“You can’t lie to me because I can boldly see his name written on the towel you’re wrapped on.” She whispered again, and my eyes fell open, as my face went blank.

_Maybe that was the reason everyone’s gaze was on me the whole time I stood outside the empire. Fuck!! I messed up real time_

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“Fine! Fine! Fine! You won. But trust me I don’t know how it happened.” I finally admitted, averting my gaze to the ground.

She scrunched up her face, “You never knew?!” She asked.

“Candy, I don’t think I can be able to face him. Not after what happened yesterday, please we need to—–”

“Momma, Aunt pretty. Are you going out?” Idris’s voice interrupted me, as his eyebrows waggled in confusion.

We both stared at him in silence, as he strode toward my luggage and placed his hands on top,

“Aunt Pretty is my momma throwing you out?!” Tears shimmered in his eyes, as his lashes fluttered. I flashed him a smile, as He veered toward his momma.

“Momma, are you still mad at Aunt Pretty? You always taught me, to let peace and love lead” He waved his hands in the air and slowly joined his palms together demonstrating, ‘Let peace and love lead.’

“Please momma forgive her for my sake.” He held his mother’s hands, pleading with his eyes.

My heart melted down at such sights. His eyes, voice, and everything about this 4-year-old boy made me love him even more. Candy is so much blessed with such an angel as a son.

Candy flashed him a smile, and crouched down to his height as she smoothed his hair, “Hey Champ, Momma is not mad at Aunt Pretty. We’re just having a conversation.” She softly muttered, caressing his face.

His eyes lit up in excitement, and he quickly ran and wrapped his tiny hands around my legs, “Don’t go, okay?” He raised his gaze to my face.

“I won’t, dear.” I flashed him a smile and he quickly ran into his room, leaving us behind.

“I knew I got you worried yesterday, I’m sorry.” I raised my gaze to her, as I massage the back of my hair.

Her lips curved into a smile, “I searched the whole club like a crazy woman. I almost lost myself not until met Lily and she told me, she saw you walking off the stage with some random guys.” She disclosed.

_That lying bitch. _

“I was dragged off the stage by Derek after I refused to let him touch me on stage.” I defended myself because it was very obvious that bitch was trying to paint me badly in front of Candy.

“I doubted her because I trust you. I knew the pressure I mounted on you before you agreed to the dare. So why would you do that? That was the question I asked myself.” She muttered, staring at me.

My heart sank into my stomach and my chest hurts so badly. Everything was visible in her eyes. The love, care, and trust, and I wondered how it happened in just two days.

“I decided to go home after searching endlessly for you. I was scared for you because I believe those random guys, Lily claimed you followed might be the ones who dragged you out to rape you. I was scared that you will be raped.” She tried so hard to fight back her tears but some drops escaped her eyes which she wiped off almost immediately.

I strode close to her and stroked her shoulders, ” Derek and I had sex. That was why I—–”

I turned just in time to see Candy’s mental door pushed to the ground. Five men who were clothed in black suits stepped into the room, looking well-armed.

“Going somewhere?” That same deep familiar voice I could never forget no matter how much I tried to erase it from my head, echoed in the room.

His men slowly made way for him to come forward. He was clothed in a white long robe coat and his gaze was fixed on me at every step he took closer.

“Mob Derek?” I heard Candy whispered, because I was standing close to her.

I tried not to be intimidated but him, as I tried to compose myself, “What brought you here.” I never knew where I got the courage to speak.

The corner of his mouth quirked, as he gave a half smile. His untamed cold gaze was showered on me, as his jaws clenched and with a gnashing of teeth, “I came to take back what belonged to me.” He growled.