A Dangerous Obsession Begins
753 Words
A Billionaire Royal Romance
Chapter Three:
I couldn’t sleep.
No matter how much I tossed and turned, his face was burned into my mind—the sharp angles of his jaw, the intensity in his blue eyes, the way he carried himself with effortless power.
Liam Sinclair.
My father’s best friend. A billionaire. A man who had no idea what he had just done to me.
Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling, my heart still racing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him at the dining table, the flicker of candlelight casting shadows over his face, making him look even more mysterious. I replayed the way he smiled when I greeted him, the way his deep voice had wrapped around my name like a secret.
He was just being polite.
He doesn’t see you.
But that didn’t stop the heat pooling in my stomach. That didn’t stop my body from betraying me, from aching for something I couldn’t have.
I clenched my fists, frustrated.
This was wrong. Completely, utterly wrong.
And yet…
I turned onto my side, my breath shallow.
I had never felt like this before. Not for the boys at school who fumbled with their words and avoided my gaze. Not for the young interns my father brought home for advice. No one had ever made me feel like I was standing on the edge of something dangerous—except Liam.
And he didn’t even know it.
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The Beginning of the Obsession
The following weeks only made it worse.
Liam started coming over more often. My father had secured a legal contract with Sinclair Enterprises, and their meetings became routine. Every time I heard his name in the house, my pulse quickened. Every time I knew he was coming over, I spent extra time in front of the mirror, though I told myself it didn’t mean anything.
It was ridiculous.
I was sixteen. He was a grown man—wealthy, powerful, completely out of my reach.
But that didn’t stop the way my stomach twisted in excitement when I heard the sound of his voice drifting through the hall.
One evening, I lingered in the hallway, pretending to read a book, just so I could hear him talk.
“…The European division is solid, but I need a sharper team in New York,” Liam was saying. His voice was smooth, controlled. “Expanding into real estate requires calculated risk. I don’t make deals unless I know every possible outcome.”
“You’re more careful than most CEOs I know,” my father responded with a chuckle.
“I don’t believe in mistakes,” Liam said. “Not when power is at stake.”
Power.
I swallowed, gripping the edges of my book.
He spoke like a king—like a man who wasn’t just rich, but untouchable. Unshakable.
I peeked through the doorway.
Liam sat across from my father, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey. He looked so effortlessly composed, so in control. And then, as if sensing my gaze, his head tilted slightly.
Our eyes met.
My breath caught.
For a brief moment, neither of us moved.
Then, he smirked—just a small, amused curve of his lips—before turning back to my father.
My hands trembled as I clutched my book.
That smirk.
He had caught me watching.
And worst of all… he had noticed.
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A Forbidden Desire Grows
After that, it became a game.
I found excuses to be in the same room when he visited, just to steal glances. I listened to my father’s conversations about him, hanging onto every word. I scoured the internet for articles about Sinclair Enterprises, reading about his rise to power, his strategic mind, his ability to turn everything he touched into gold.
He fascinated me.
Obsessed me.
One evening, I overheard my mother teasing my father about how much he admired Liam.
“You talk about him more than our own daughter,” she laughed.
My father had chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t understand, Clara. Liam isn’t like the others. He’s built differently.”
I had smiled to myself.
I knew that already.
The more I watched him, the more I wanted him.
It was a dangerous, thrilling secret. A forbidden hunger I couldn’t control.
But I knew one thing for certain—
This wasn’t just a crush anymore.
It was an obsession.
And I wasn’t going to let it go.
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