Obsession
1117 Words
Chapter Seven
Theo sat in his dimly lit office, the glow of his phone screen casting harsh shadows across his face. Her name was still there. Diana.
It had been days since she first called him, yet he had saved her number instantly. He told himself it was just for convenience, in case she reached out again.
But that was a lie.
She had rejected Thomas without hesitation—ignored his wealth, his charm, his arrogance. And yet, she had called him. Had given him her attention, even if only for a brief moment.
That was enough to drive him insane.
Theo wasn’t used to this feeling. Obsession. A hunger that only grew stronger the longer he was denied.
He leaned back in his chair, fingers gripping the phone. Should he text her? Call her? Demand to see her?
No. That wasn’t his style.
He was patient. He played the long game.
But f**k, he wanted her.
His jaw tightened as he stared at the screen. He could already picture the way she looked when she spoke—her lips, the way they curved around her words. The way her voice carried a quiet defiance, a sharpness that most women in their world lacked.
Diana was different.
And that’s what made her irresistible.
A sharp knock at the door snapped him from his thoughts.
Theo exhaled, pushing away the desire curling in his stomach. “Come in.”
The door swung open, and Thomas stepped inside, his expression dark.
“You’re really talking to her?” Thomas asked, folding his arms across his chest.
Theo barely glanced at him. “Who?”
Thomas scoffed. “Don’t play dumb. Diana.”
Theo smirked, finally looking up. Ah. There it was. The jealousy.
“So what if I am?” Theo asked lazily, leaning back in his chair.
Thomas’s jaw clenched. “You know she rejected me.”
Theo shrugged. “Sounds like a personal problem.”
A muscle ticked in Thomas’s jaw, and for a second, Theo thought he might actually take a swing at him. But instead, his brother let out a dry laugh and shook his head.
“I don’t get it,” Thomas muttered. “She wasn’t even your type. You like women who play the game. Women who know who you are, who know what it means to be with you.” He gestured vaguely. “Diana doesn’t give a s**t about you.”
Exactly.
That was why he wanted her.
Theo stood without another word, brushing past Thomas as he strode toward the door. He had no interest in discussing Diana with his brother.
Especially when he had more pressing matters to take care of.
Later that night
The city lights spilled into Theo’s bedroom, casting long, faint shadows across the walls. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring down at his phone.
Her name was still there.
Still untouched.
His fingers hovered over the screen. He could text her. Something simple. Casual.
Or he could call.
Or he could wait.
He exhaled, tilting his head back against the wall. His free hand trailed absently down his stomach, his muscles tensing as his fingers brushed the waistband of his sweatpants.
Diana.
He hadn’t even touched her. Hadn’t even heard her moan his name.
And yet, he was already aching for her.
His grip tightened as he imagined her beneath him. Would she fight it? Would she resist? Or would she let go, surrendering to the inevitable?
He pictured her lips—soft, parted, trembling as he kissed her. Imagined the way her breath would hitch when his hands slid down her body, exploring every inch of her.
A deep groan rumbled in his chest. f**k.
His strokes quickened, his mind lost in the fantasy.
Diana, panting beneath him. Diana, whispering his name. Diana, clawing at his back as he drove into her, claiming her.
Pleasure coiled tight inside him, sharp and unbearable.
His body tensed as he came, a low growl slipping from his lips.
But it wasn’t enough.
Because it wasn’t real.
And it wouldn’t be real until she was his.
The next morning
Theo had barely pulled on his suit jacket when his father’s assistant called.
Mr. Laurent wants to see you. Now.
Theo knew better than to make his father wait.
By the time he entered his father’s office, the older man was already seated behind his massive oak desk, his fingers steepled in front of him.
The room was silent for a long moment. Then, finally—
“Sit.”
Theo obeyed, lowering himself into the chair opposite his father.
He already knew this wasn’t going to be a casual conversation.
His father studied him for a moment, then exhaled, clasping his hands together.
“You’re taking over the company.”
The words settled like a weight in Theo’s chest.
He had always known this moment would come. But not yet.
Not now.
Still, he kept his expression unreadable, leaning back slightly in his chair. “Do you have a problem with that?” his father asked, watching him closely.
Theo smirked. “No.”
But his thoughts weren’t on the company.
They were on her.
Because Diana had no idea.
She had no idea that the man she was slowly giving in to…
Was about to become her boss.
Diana
Diana stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, exhaling slowly.
She had told herself she wouldn’t think about him.
That she wouldn’t let herself be drawn into whatever twisted game Theo Laurent was playing.
But the problem was… she already was.
She had called him.
She had reached out.
Even if she had told herself it was just to clarify something about the project, she knew it wasn’t just that.
And now, she could feel the weight of his presence even through a damn phone screen.
She ran a hand through her hair, shaking off the unease settling in her chest.
She needed to get a grip.
This was just business.
Nothing more.
A sharp knock at the door made her jump.
She quickly composed herself before pulling it open.
Her boss, Mr. Sinclair, stood there, his expression unreadable. “Diana, I need you in my office.”
“Of course,” she said, straightening.
As she followed him down the hall, she had no idea that in just a few hours…
Her entire world was about to change.
Theo
Theo stood by his office window, watching the city move below him.
He had already sent the official acquisition papers.
By noon, the deal would be finalized.
And by the end of the day…
Diana would belong to him.
She just didn’t know it yet.
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