Dangerous Obsession

You sure are something.

ALEXANDER

I wasn't stupid enough to not know what she was doing. Kendall Peterson was into me. I knew she always had a fondness for me ever since she was just a little girl who addressed me as Mr. Sterling, even now that had changed. She confidently sensually addressed me by my first name now.I really didn't think that fondness would ever grow over the years into something like this. She touched my heart in ways I couldn't have imagined. She somehow made me feel worthless. I didn't deserve this sort of love. Not even from any woman, and this wasn't even just any woman, she was the daughter of my best friend. David Peterson was one man I respected.

"Thank you for the dinner, Alexander," She said, her voice soft, making her incredibly attractive. "It was delicious." She had just gone to use the restroom and had come to join me on the couch.

I wanted to say something, but the words seemed stuck up in my throat. I couldn't help keeping my eyes off her. She has blossomed beyond what I would ever have imagined. Why didn't I ever think of this, why didn't I think she was definitely bound to mature this way sooner or later. I had tricked my mind into thinking that my dear little Kendall Peterson would be little forever, well the joke is obviously on me now. Because right here with me was an obviously sophisticated young woman that had the same sort of s****l appeal women in my league had, and even more spice.

"I really didn't imagine you'd be living alone in this huge house," She shrugged with a glint of pure fascination.

"Well, it can get a bit lonely at times," I genuinely admitted with a wry smile. "But I've always preferred solitude. It gives me time to think, to create." I paused, my gaze shifting to her.

She twisted her lips to a cute pout, it made me chuckle.

"If you prefer your solitude, my presence must be uncomfortable for you right? I'm sure my dad must have…."

I noticed the hurt in her voice.

"Kendall," I said softly, taking her hand. "Your presence isn't intrusive. In fact, it's quite the opposite. It has brought a warmth to this house that I haven't felt in a long time." I paused, my gaze on her quite intense. "I'm grateful for your company."

A coy smile started to play on her lips.

"Don't you bring your women home? Or do they not bring the warmth"

I broke into a not so pleasant laughter, my eyes watering with tears and my sides aching badly. Kendall looked totally lost, a disapproving frown settling on her pretty face. I should be telling her that what she asked was a personal question and that I kept my relationship and s****l life entirely private, but here I was laughing like a complete jerk!

"Why was it a funny question?"

"I don't know," I shrugged nonchalantly. "You amaze me."

"I do?" She asked unbelievably and I nodded a yes.

I noticed her shifting on the couch, moving closer to me until our thighs almost touched. Her hazel eyes pure with desires, her n*****s which I had been trying so hard to avoid all through the night, pointing hard through her satin dress. Desire coursed through my entire body, I felt my c**k twitch in excitement.

"Alexander," she called tauntingly, moving up to me till her lips brushed my neck. She deliberately traced an imaginary line down my shoulder, leaving a scorching path of desire and anticipation.

"What are you doing Kendall?" I tried to make my voice sound as steady as possible, surprised at how breathless I had become. I thought that was enough to make her stop but instead she guided one of my hands to her thigh and placed it there.

"It's fine Xander," She said, stroking my cheeks passionately.

Her voice and proximity alone seemed to have the power to leave me weak.

Damn it, when did I become so vulnerable to these desires. How did my little Kendall become this sophisticated?

Peterson would never forgive me for this.

"Ken….." I tried to start but she reached out, grabbed the back of my neck and crashed her lips on mine. It was a bold reckless move, and for a moment I froze beneath the act. Her lips were warm, soft and the kiss? Oh good gracious God, the kiss felt like a current, surging through my entire body, making my feet curl up in pure excitement. I have kissed countless women but none of those kisses meant anything like this. It was as though I was thrown into some sort of posh classical romance movie.

"You know it Xander, I'm in love with you!," She said abruptly, breaking the kiss. Her eyes were moist with tears, I felt such compassion for her and almost pulled her back for a proper kiss, maybe to teach my good little girl a lesson she'd not want to forget in a hurry, but at that moment the jinx broke and I stood up abruptly.

"Kendall, I'll pretend this never happened. It was a terrible mistake, you were lost in the spur of the moment and had made a mistake."

Was I actually going to pretend that I hadn't riled up my tongue into hers in that quick but passionate kiss. She looked stunningly at me, her eyes carrying a feeling of betrayal mixed with confusion.

I left the sitting room and headed to my room without sparing her another glance. Gosh! Why did I feel this guilty? Yes, I really should be washed up with guilt. That was my best friend's daughter! The little girl I'd acted as an uncle to. It wasn't right, nothing justifies it.

I was grateful for the bottle of wine I found on the table. I drained the entire content. Have I made a terrible mistake by allowing Kendall to move in here? Where the f**k was my self control?