reckless obsession
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Chapter 22 – Reckless Obsession
Xavier had never felt powerless in his life. Not when facing emergency surgeries, not during media scandals at the hospital, not even in the middle of family chaos. But watching her slip through his fingers—watching her pretend Kian mattered—was unbearable.
She hadn’t returned his calls or texts all day. He knew exactly where she was. With him. The boy with soft words and soft hands who didn’t know how to handle a woman like her.
Xavier paced in front of his car outside the school gates, heart thudding like war drums. Logic said walk away. Give her space. Let her figure it out.
But obsession never listened to logic.
So when he saw her coming out of the gate, laughing with Kian, his vision turned red. She looked so happy. That should’ve been his smile she wore. His shoulder she leaned into.
He waited until they got to the sidewalk, then pulled his car directly in front of them, tires screeching.
She froze, eyes wide. “Xavier?”
Kian frowned, stepping slightly in front of her. “Dude, what the hell?”
Xavier got out slowly, his face calm but eyes blazing. “Get in the car.”
She blinked. “What—?”
“Now,” he said, voice a dangerous whisper.
Kian squared his shoulders. “She’s not going anywhere with you.”
Xavier smirked darkly. “You think you can protect her from me?” He looked at her again, ignoring Kian completely. “You’re coming with me. I’m done watching this game.”
She hesitated. People were starting to look. Kian grabbed her hand. “You don’t have to go. He’s just being dramatic.”
But that grip… it made her flinch. Kian didn’t feel right anymore. Not with Xavier’s eyes on her like that—demanding, consuming.
She gently pulled her hand away. “It’s okay. I’ll go.”
Kian’s mouth dropped open. “Seriously? After the way he’s treated you?”
She didn’t respond.
She just got into Xavier’s car.
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The silence in the car was thick, suffocating. He didn’t speak. Didn’t look at her. Just drove. Fast.
He didn’t stop until they reached the house. Not the main estate. His house—the one where he went when he needed space. It was secluded. Private.
He yanked the car door open for her but didn’t touch her. She stepped out and followed him inside.
The moment the door shut, he finally turned. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
She stepped back slightly, startled by the rawness in his voice.
“I’m losing my mind,” he said, walking toward her. “You think I’m okay watching you let him kiss you? Watch him touch you? Sit beside you at our table like he belongs there?”
She shook her head. “You said I had to choose.”
“I did.” His chest rose and fell, heavy with emotion. “But I didn’t think you’d actually choose him.”
“I didn’t!” she finally blurted. “I was trying to protect him. I didn’t want to hurt him!”
“And what about me?” he asked, stepping closer. “What about what you’re doing to me?”
She looked up at him. “You don’t get to act like the victim here. You ignored me. Pushed me away. You made me feel unwanted.”
“I never stopped wanting you,” he growled.
His hands slammed against the wall behind her, caging her in.
She gasped at the sudden closeness, the heat radiating off him. “Xavier…”
“I tried to hold back,” he whispered, his face inches from hers. “I thought I was protecting you. But all I’ve done is make a mess.”
Her breath caught. “What are you doing?”
“What I should’ve done the first night I saw you,” he whispered hoarsely.
Their lips were so close—almost touching.
But he paused. Breathing heavily. Watching her.
“Tell me to stop,” he said.
She didn’t.
Instead, she reached up, fingers tangling in his shirt.
“I won’t lose you,” he said. “Not to him. Not to anyone.”
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