his darkest obsession

episode 2

his darkest obsession

by Favy cute 🥰

Episode 2: The Rules of His Game

(Emily’s POV)

Ryan Carter was going to be a problem.

I knew it the second I walked into his office. The way he looked at me, like he could see through my lies, made my skin prickle.

But I wasn’t backing down.

I had one job—get close to him, find his weakness, and bring him down.

Now, as I sat at my new desk outside his office, flipping through his ridiculous list of “rules,” I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes.

Rule #1: No distractions at work.

Rule #2: Always be five minutes early.

Rule #3: Never question his decisions.

I bit my lip to hold back a laugh. This man is insane.

I was about to toss the list aside when his deep voice cut through the silence.

"Miss Morgan."

I looked up, heart hammering.

Ryan stood in his doorway, watching me like a predator who had just found his favorite prey.

"Follow me."

I swallowed, grabbing my notepad. "Where are we going?"

He didn’t answer. He just turned and walked away, fully expecting me to follow.

I exhaled sharply. God, I already hate him.

But I followed anyway.

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(Ryan’s POV)

I wasn’t sure why I asked her to come.

I didn’t need her for this meeting. Hell, I never brought assistants to meetings. They were distractions.

But Emily Morgan?

She wasn’t just a distraction.

She was a problem.

A problem I couldn’t seem to stop looking at.

As we stepped into the sleek, glass-walled conference room, my business partners looked up. They noticed her immediately—how could they not?

"New assistant?" one of them asked.

I slid into my chair, my gaze flickering to her as she took a seat beside me. "Something like that."

Her jaw tightened. I smirked.

I should have looked away.

I should have focused on the meeting.

But then she crossed her legs, and I caught the faintest scent of her perfume—something sweet and utterly out of place in my world—and suddenly, my control slipped just a little more.

I clenched my fists beneath the table.

Emily Morgan was dangerous.

And not just because she was beautiful.

No, there was something else. Something hidden beneath that fire in her eyes.

And I was going to find out what it was.

No matter what it took.

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(Emily’s POV)

The meeting was an hour of rich men talking about things that didn’t concern me.

I scribbled notes, pretending to care, but my mind was elsewhere.

Ryan Carter was watching me.

Not the way most men watched women.

No, his gaze was sharper. Calculated. Like he was trying to figure me out.

It made my skin heat.

It made my stomach twist.

And I hated it.

When the meeting finally ended, I gathered my things, but just as I reached the door—

"Miss Morgan. Stay."

His voice sent a shiver down my spine.

I turned slowly, watching as the room emptied. Within seconds, it was just the two of us.

Alone.

Ryan leaned against the table, arms crossed. "You don’t like following rules, do you?"

I met his gaze. "Depends on the rule."

His lips twitched. "Good. Because I’m adding a new one."

I raised a brow. "And that is?"

He stepped closer. Too close. My breath caught as he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

"Rule #4," he murmured, his voice like dark silk. "Never lie to me."

I swallowed hard.

He didn’t know, did he?

He couldn’t possibly know that my entire life was a lie.

I forced a smirk. "Then maybe you should never ask me anything."

Something flickered in his gaze—something dangerous—and I turned quickly, walking out before I could let him see just how much he affected me.

I needed to get out of here.

I needed to breathe.

Because if I wasn’t careful…

I was going to break all his rules.

And I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

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End of Episode 2