His Victim, His Obsession

Chapter 05

Vicent Evans

I had everything on my side.

Money. Style. Status. Face. Name…

But none of it worked on her. She wasn’t like the others.

Selene was different.

So I started slow.

I figured if I pretended not to know her, she might take notice of me.

I showed up at the café.

Sat down. Ordered coffee.

Watched.

She looked suspicious, maybe even a little annoyed, but I kept up the act.

Next, I went to the park.

She was tense—walking the dogs like she was running from a ghost.

Then I placed an order at the restaurant where she worked deliveries.

She showed up at my door.

And when she saw me…

Her eyes widened.

Terrified.

Almost panicked.

It pissed me off.

I wanted to punch myself when she turned around and walked away.

But no.

I wasn’t going to let that stop me.

It only proved the road would be longer.

I skipped the café the next morning.

Not because I didn’t want to see her—

God, if it were up to me, I’d have locked her in my apartment that very night.

But she was scared.

And fear… was not what I wanted from her.

I wanted her to trust me.

To smile when she saw me.

To touch me without hesitation, without shame.

She had to come closer on her own…

Even if I was pulling all the invisible strings from behind the curtain.

I thought about how to make it real.

She loved dogs.

It was the only time she looked truly happy—

Really alive—

When she was with those pathetic animals.

So fine.

If that’s what it took to get closer to her, I’d get one.

I walked into the first pet shop I found and bought the first stupid dog I saw—

Some clumsy, noisy puppy.

Disgusting.

But I held it like a trophy.

Because *he* was the bridge to her.

The perfect excuse for us to see each other again.

I contacted the pet care company she worked for and scheduled a visit.

Not at my place, of course.

She’d still be wary. Still scared.

But in the park.

An open, public space, full of civilians walking around like they had nowhere else to be.

I put on the shirt that hugs my shoulders just right. Sprayed on some cologne, just to see if she’d notice. And for the first time, I caught myself caring about how I looked.

I brought the puppy with me. And in my mind, I replayed the usual fantasy:

She walks up smiling, sits beside me, leans in closer, and then… touches me.

But when she actually showed up…

When her eyes locked with mine…

She froze.

That look on her face—

It was fear.

Not what I wanted.

Not what I planned.

And once again, I hated myself for making her feel that way.

She was in shock.

I could see it in her eyes.

The same look people get when they wake up from a nightmare, but still try to convince themselves it’s just a dream.

She had no idea.

She didn’t know I’d be the new client.

I held the puppy in my arms like it meant something — like he was anything more than a temporary prop in my plan.

The dog squirmed, drooled, trembled.

I smiled. A practiced smile — warm, friendly, just enough charm to seem trustworthy.

“Hi,” I said, reaching out gently, like I hadn’t rehearsed this moment a thousand times in my head.

“My name’s Vicent Evans.”

Not Elliot.

Vicent.

She raised an eyebrow. A tiny detail, but I noticed. She remembered the name from the night before. She was paying attention.

“I thought your name was Elliot…” she said, almost in a whisper. Still, she shook my hand.

“Oh, yeah... about last night — that was a request I placed for a friend,” I replied, keeping my tone light and convincing.

Just one of the many fake names I used.

Her fingers touched mine—

And my whole body lit up.

There it was. Finally.

After so long watching from a distance…

Our hands touched.

I held on a little tighter than necessary. Not enough to be rude—just enough for her to feel it.

She blushed, shy, uncomfortable, and subtly tried to pull her hand back.

“From now on… you’ll be working for me,” I said, keeping my eyes on hers.

She nodded slowly, lips slightly parted like she wasn’t sure if any of this was okay.

“Can we walk a bit?” I asked, motioning toward the trail. “I want to tell you about the puppy. His behavior, what he needs. That kind of thing.”

She hesitated. One second. Two.

Then answered,

“Alright. I need to know some details anyway…”

Of course you do.

We started walking side by side.

She kept her head down, her body tense.

And me?

I watched every little thing about her.

The way the wind played with her hair.

The way her fingers twisted around the straps of her bag.

Her uneven breathing.

Every step beside me was one second closer to having her.

And soon…

Selene wouldn’t have anywhere left to run.

She walked beside me, but never fully relaxed.

Always alert.

And I liked that.

That hesitation.

Because it meant she was paying attention to me.

But only to a point.

Now and then, she’d let herself drift.

The environment, the sunshine, other dogs running around...

She’d smile at strangers.

Watch kids playing.

And for way too many seconds,

She’d forget I was even there.

That pissed me off.

Every glance she gave someone else, every little laugh at something that didn’t come from me—

It was a stab to the gut.

She should’ve been focused on me.

Only me.

So, I stepped forward—just enough to steal her full attention.

Then lifted the puppy up and held him right in front of her face.

" Wanna hold him?"

My voice came out soft, almost gentle.

"Starting today, you two are friends, right?"

She hesitated.

But then, as if some invisible wall slipped just for a moment, she reached out her arms.

She held the puppy carefully.

And then... she smiled.

A real smile.

Genuine.

Almost sweet.

And that…

That completely disarmed me.

She brushed her fingers behind the pup's ear, and he flinched like he didn’t like it much.

She let out a quiet laugh, whispering an apology to the little guy.

So tender. So delicate.

I wanted that.

For me.

I wanted those eyes looking straight into mine.

Those hands, slowly running over my face, my shoulders, my chest… and lower.

I wanted her apologizing—

For driving me insane.

I wanted to be that damn dog.

My stomach twisted, ashamed of the thoughts in my head.

For a second, I imagined pushing her against the nearest tree.

Grabbing her face.

Forcing a kiss just to taste her breath mixing with mine.

Just to feel what it’d be like—her trying to resist... and then giving in.

But I couldn’t.

Not yet.

So, for now…

I’d live these moments only in my mind.

She let her guard down a little.

It was subtle.

But I saw it.

The way her shoulders relaxed, the tension in her eyes softening.

Then she turned to me—

And smiled.

A warm, gentle smile.

“He’s such a beautiful pup,” she said, her voice light—

A tone I hadn’t heard from her before.

And for a moment…

I forgot how to breathe.

I smiled back, restrained, but full of something she couldn't possibly understand.

She was starting to open up.

And God, that filled me with a twisted kind of pleasure.

I walked a little closer, like this walk was the most natural thing in the world.

“I’m working on building his routine,” I started, watching her reactions from the corner of my eye. “Since he’s still a puppy, I want to start early with training, vet visits, socializing… the problem is, I don’t really have the time.”

She nodded slowly, still focused on the little dog in her arms—

Completely unaware of the hunger with which I watched every move she made.

“I was thinking… maybe I could hire you for that.”

I continued, tone casual.

“To do the things I can’t. Take him out, go with him, teach him. Whatever needs to be done.”

I stopped walking, turning fully to look into her eyes.

“I’ll pay whatever it takes.”

She looked surprised for a second.

Then turned away, thoughtful.

“My schedule’s already pretty packed…” she murmured. “But I can try to shift some things around.”

I pulled out my phone slowly, not wanting to pressure her, and held it out.

“Can you give me your number?

So we can set up the times.”

She hesitated.

Her eyes scanned the surroundings—

Looking for an excuse, maybe a way out.

Her breathing got just a little faster.

She was deciding.

For a moment, I imagined her saying no.

And honestly?

It wouldn’t matter.

I’d find a way.

But then…

She sighed.

Long. Tired.

Selene.

A shiver ran down my spine.

The excitement was almost unbearable.

There she was—

Walking beside me, eyes alert but vulnerable, giving me her number like it was nothing.

I shoved my hands deep into my coat pockets, trying to hide my reaction.

Clenched them so tight my knuckles cracked.

Breathe. Keep smiling. Just fake it a little longer.

So I smiled at her—lightly, casually.

Fake enough to hide the storm boiling inside me.

And then I heard it.

The rumble.

Soft, but unmistakable.

Her stomach.

She was hungry.

I knew her routine.

Knew she barely ate during the day.

Up too early, working too much, lunch always late—if she had any at all.

And as if by chance, as if it were just a small, thoughtful gesture...

I pulled the lollipop from my pocket.

I had brought it almost on purpose, thinking of giving it to her—just hadn’t imagined it would fit the moment so perfectly.

“Here,” I said, extending my hand as I gently unwrapped the candy. “Just a little something.”

She looked up at me, eyes wide.

Her cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment.

She lowered her head, tightened her hold on the little dog.

“Y-you don’t have to…” she murmured. “I’ll eat something in a bit.”

Her voice trembled.

Like even she didn’t believe her own excuse.

But I didn’t let it slide.

“It’s just a lollipop… no big deal,” I said, with a calm, almost sweet smile. “You deserve it.”

And after a moment of silence…

She took it.

Her fingers brushed against mine again—so gentle, so light… like she had no idea what that did to me.

We kept walking.

Slowly.

Like it was just an ordinary afternoon between two ordinary people.

She unwrapped the candy carefully, peeling the plastic as if it were something too fragile to tear open in a rush…

I could barely breathe.

She brought the lollipop to her mouth, distracted, almost innocent.

The tip of her tongue touched it.

Her lips closed slowly around it.

She was just eating something.

But for me… it was unbearably arousing.

I felt my body react without permission.

Heat rising through my chest, settling low in my abdomen.

My c**k beginning to harden.

I turned my face slightly, trying to hide the flush creeping up my cheeks.

I hated it.

Hated not being in control.

But her…

She took that from me.

Everything she did—no matter how small—felt like she was unintentionally teasing me.

As if her very presence whispered: *“Want me.”*

Even if she didn’t mean to.

I glanced sideways.

She was licking the lollipop absentmindedly, like her mind was somewhere else.

The tip of her tongue moved slowly, her lips wrapping around the candy again.

I lost the fight right there, feeling my c**k hard and pressing against my jeans.

Right in the middle of the park.

A thousand insane thoughts raced through my head, but I didn’t let myself give in.

Not yet.

I took a deep breath, tried to play it cool. But it was useless.

She was distracted, licking that lollipop with unintentional innocence, and I...

I was about to lose it.

Then—out of nowhere—the little dog stirred.

Jumped off her lap like a bolt of lightning, tearing across the grass like fate itself had summoned him, saving me in the process.

She jolted, let out a soft yelp, and without even thinking...

She handed me the lollipop.

Looked at me on reflex, and with a flustered, rushed smile said,

"Hold this for me, please!"

And ran after the puppy.

It was instinct.

I took the lollipop—still wet, still warm from her mouth.

And just stood there... staring at it.

That sticky, shiny candy.

Coated in her saliva.

And the only thing that ran through my mind was:

Does it still taste like her?

I brought it to my mouth.

Didn’t even hesitate.

Let it melt on my tongue.

It was sweet. And... soaked in her flavor.

Her spit in my mouth.

She came back seconds later, puppy in her arms, giggling nervously. Her face was red.

Her eyes went straight to the lollipop in my mouth.

She froze. Her blush deepened.

She got it.

I didn’t say a word.

Just licked the candy slowly, like I’d forgotten it had already been in her mouth.

I did it on purpose.

I wanted her to know.

I wanted her to picture exactly what was running through my head.

"Well... I guess that’s it for today, huh?" she said, looking away. "I’ll text you later."

I nodded, the lollipop still between my teeth.

She handed me the puppy, turned around, and walked off down the path—awkwardly.

And I stayed behind with her taste in my mouth, devouring her with my eyes.

And when she vanished from view, I bit down on the last piece of the lollipop like it was a promise.

Soon, it wouldn’t be a candy in my mouth.

It would be her lips.