My boss's crazy obsession

Chapter 3 (Mysterious)

Pov Orion Dante ....

Amidst the roaring crowd, deafening music, and people laughing happily, I felt as if I was separated from the world. My body was there, but not my mind, which was drifting away. What was I doing? Imagining Helena Prissia, the woman who had changed everything in my life, of course.

"I can't take it anymore, baby!" Suddenly, my voice was almost drowned out by the music. For a moment, I opened my eyes and stared straight ahead, as if I could see Helena there, standing among the crowd of people.

"I couldn't resist hugging your body, inhaling the soft scent of your tiny body." I murmured, filled with deep emotion, a confession that came from the bottom of my heart.

Just looking at her naked from inside the monitor screen made me want to f*ck her right then and there. However, I was still waiting for the right time, in the midst of my burning desire. Even if I sought release by having s*x with a bit*h, it couldn't remove the image of her beautiful face from my mind, eyes and entire soul, as if she had locked me in a cell, the key to which was her.

The glass of whiskey in my hand, I downed in just one gulp, trying to calm the turmoil raging inside me.

However, each sip only strengthened Helena's image in my mind. Her soft face, her sweet smile, every detail about her was etched into my mind, making me even more tormented by this feeling.

Amidst the crowds and flickering lights, I, Orion Dante, successful nightclub owner, sat alone, shackled by the love I had yet to find, or rather, was about to find. I couldn't take it anymore, I got up from my seat, walked quickly out of the club, to do something I really wanted to do. What a surprise, one that I would definitely give to the woman who had driven me crazy in just one meeting.

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Pov. Helena Prissia ....

"Huh, I'm so tired," I complained as I stretched my stiff muscles after a long day of serving the endless stream of customers.

I'm given a moment to sit down and take a deep breath, enjoying a moment of peace in the increasingly quiet club. That peace seemed to be disturbed when my eyes fell on my watch, which read almost 10pm.

"Suddenly, why do I feel scared?" I muttered to myself as I looked toward the club's deserted exit. "Do I dare go home alone at this time of night?" Nervousness invaded my mind, while images of the road I had to take to get to my apartment appeared in my mind.

In the middle of my reverie, I was startled by Clara who entered suddenly, banging on the table.

"You scared me, Clara," I said, with a frown on my face.

"Utututu... poor thing," Clara replied as she pinched my chubby cheeks playfully.

"What's wrong?" I asked Clara who was now sitting in front of me.

"I should have asked, why aren't you home yet? It's late at night." Clara said as she looked at me.

"I want to go home, I just feel scared." I said as I hugged myself.

"There's no need to be afraid, Helena! Your apartment isn't too far from here, is it?" Clara asked, and I just nodded in response.

"Go home! If it's late, of course you won't dare to go home, do you want to stay here?" Quickly, I shook my head, there was no way I was going to stay in this club.

Just as I was about to stand up, Clara suddenly grabbed my wrist, making me stop moving and look at her questioningly.

"What's wrong?" I asked Clara.

"You're fine, right? Nothing suspicious in your life, Helena? After that night you cursed a man named Orion Dante." Clara asked, looking deeply into my face. There was a look of concern on her beautiful face.

"Suspicious? I think so, yesterday someone kept pressing my doorbell, even though it was early in the morning," I said, "when I opened the door, I didn't find anyone there. But, when my doorbell rang again and I opened it, I saw a black rose in front of my room, and I also saw someone in the hallway of my apartment." I continued my conversation again, with a serious look on my face.

"Is that him, Orion Dante?" I asked Clara, who immediately shook her head.

"It can't be him, Helena! I know how Mr. Orion is," Clara said.

"Hm, you could be right! Well, I have to get home!" I said as I grabbed my small bag.

"Be careful, Helena!" said Clara, and I nodded in agreement.

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In the middle of the cold night, the wind seemed to carry a frost that pierced to the marrow of the bones. My body huddled in my arms, trying to fight off the cold that seemed to be tearing at my skin. While stepping quickly, an image kept appearing in my mind.

"Someone... someone is following me?" I whispered, the sound of my own shoes slapping echoed in the silence of the night.

Soon, my steps became more hurried, breaking through the thick fog of fear. Suddenly, a touch on my shoulder, made a spontaneous voice slide out, "Argh!"

However, the voice that broke the silence next made me instantly fall silent. "Hey, it's me baby, Casper."

The heart that had been racing suddenly went limp. All that nervousness turned into a warm hug.

"You scared me, baby," I sighed, as tears rolled down my cold cheeks.

"I'm sorry, baby," Casper said as he kissed my shivering forehead. With a feeling of fear and relief, I could only nod, calming my heartbeat that still felt like it wanted to jump out.

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"We're here, baby," Casper said softly, and I could only nod in response.

"Be careful on the road," I said seriously, our eyes meeting each other in a warm smile. Casper nodded, and pleasure was etched on his face.

As I was about to open the door to my apartment room, Casper's hand quickly caught my wrist, stopping my movement. A sense of passion seemed to be rippling between us, amplified by the mesmerizing gaze of Casper's brown eyes. Suddenly, he brought his face close to mine, kissing me gently on the lips.

With a gasp, I patted Casper's shoulder gently, trying to stop his kiss from lingering on my lips until I was almost out of oxygen.

However, with passion that had not subsided, he soon resumed the action. His fingers slipped inside my shirt, rubbing my back with a gentle yet lustful touch.

Unknowingly, my little moans increased his arousal. When my desire also started to rise, I couldn't help myself and returned his kisses with the same intensity. Before long, I felt myself lifted into the air. In Casper's arms, he carried me bridal style to the room in my apartment, stepping with certainty even though my legs felt light, taking me deeper and deeper into the forbidden yet seductive valley of love.

As soon as Casper opened the door to my room, we were presented with a bouquet of red roses and candles lit on a wooden table. A bouquet of intense red roses filled a tall glass vase on a dark wooden table, surrounded by lit candles. The candles were short and thick, and cast a warm glow on the table, creating a soft and intimate atmosphere. The roses were in full bloom, their petals soft and delicate, as if symbolizing love and passion. Not only that, I could see that the black roses I had originally found at the front of the room were also beautifully arranged on the table.

Casper looked at me questioningly, his eyes searching my face for answers. I could only shake my head, a sign that I didn't have an answer to the mystery of that perfect-looking flower arrangement either. But Casper, overcome by deep passion, didn't seem to care about the mystery. Carefully yet lustfully, he led me to the soft bed.

Under the dim room light, I smiled softly, giving myself over to the atmosphere Casper created. He promised to marry me, making tonight feel like the coronation of our long-standing relationship. As his lips explored my neck, his warm breath hit my skin. A subtle sigh escaped my lips as he began to lift my clothes, lifting them to kiss my smooth, exposed stomach. The touch of his tongue on my skin sent undefinable shivers throughout my body.

"I'm going to be a lucky guy, because tonight, I'm going to break your virginity, Baby," Casper whispered to me, while I just nodded in response.

"Do it, I'm yours, touch me!" I said like a b***h desperate to be touched.

We were almost melting into one, when suddenly Casper stopped his movements. The sound of something falling from outside the room broke our concentration. Casper's eyes looked at me questioningly, as if looking for an answer to the unexpected event.

"You're not hiding anyone here, are you, Baby?" asked Casper, with a look of suspicion on his face.

"Of course not, honey. I don't know any other man besides you," I replied, trying to reassure him in a calm voice.

However, before Casper could continue, another sound, similar to that of a falling object, returned, splitting the silence of the night. With quick steps, Casper got up, emotion radiating from his gestures, he rushed outside to check the source of the sound. Meanwhile, I could only sit pensively, waiting behind the silence that enveloped the room.

After Casper's departure, I, sitting on the bed, now wondered to myself who had interrupted our current romance.

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