17 comments/ 60326 views/ 76 favorites His Obsession By: Fluffy07 Miranda knew she was late for work, but she had an important report to hand in to her lecturer. If it wasn't in by two that afternoon, she and the four other members in her group would be royally fucked. In other words, they wouldn't graduate. So instead of stopping by the office building she was interning in, she stepped on the gas and passed right by. She also recognised her boss staring right at her. She knew this wouldn't end well. Forty-five long minutes later she jumped out of her car the second it was parked and rushed inside. Her aunt had pulled a couple of strings and managed to get her this job, one she desperately needed. Being in the second trimester of a potentially risky pregnancy, she only worked mornings as the PA to Alexander Colonomos. She had suggested her niece to take over from her in the afternoons. And even though she had absolutely no experience, the man had taken her aunt's vouch. Making both herself and her aunt look so unprofessional was the last thing she needed. Somehow she'd have to talk him into keeping his mouth shut about this incident. "Ah, Miranda! Come in; come in." As always, the sound of his deep voice sent shivers down her spine. She had to mentally slap herself to keep from ogling the man. Get a hold of yourself, she admonished herself. He's too old for you. Not that he looked old, however. As a matter of fact, he was most probably in his prime at thirty-three years of age. Even though she was twenty-two, he always succeeded in making her feel like a school girl around him. "Good afternoon, sir," she greeted with a dazzling smile, knowing the effect it had on people. She also knew from experience that sitting down in one of his chairs without being invited to do so was a big no-no in his book. She snorted silently. God knew what she saw in the big jerk. Alexander waved his hand, silently telling her she could sit. He laced his fingers together and leaned forward in his seat. Those fingers. Those big, manly, oh so beautiful fingers! "I'd like to know, Miranda, why you drove past the office earlier today," he said in perfect, but slightly accented English. "I am so sorry, Sir. I had to hand in a report back at the college, but one of my partners emailed the wrong date to me. It was due today. My lecturer was going to fail me if I didn't hand it in." "We had an agreement. I understand that you have school work to do, but that is reserved for your mornings. Get your priorities straight." "I am so sorry," she repeated. "You can't tell Aunt Lisa about this." "Oh?" he murmured, raising an elegant black eyebrow. "I meant please don't tell Aunt Lisa about this. It would stress her out, not good for the baby." "What I choose to tell or not to tell your aunt is my business. As far as I'm concerned, you had a choice to make between your job and your school work." They sat in a tense silence for a while. Why did God insist on blessing an absolute boar like Alexander Colonomos with such good looks? Telling him just what she thought of him was on the very tip of her tongue, but she bit it as hard as she could, something she was never very good at. "Nothing to say?" he taunted. What the fuck was he? A mind reader? "Well, Sir, quite honestly, I don't know what to tell you. I've told you why I did what I did, and there's nothing else I can say now is there?" "Get back to work," he told her after another tense moment of silence. What? No yelling? No salary cut? No overtime to compensate? That wasn't the Alexander she knew. She knew how lucky she was to escape unscathed and wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. She jumped up as fast as she could without betraying how nervous she was. "Thank you, Sir." She shot him another one of her winning smiles and got the hell out of there. *** Alexander groaned as he watched Miranda's plump ass jiggle as she rushed out of his office. She was of African descent, on the short side, at five feet one inch, especially compared to his own six feet five inches. He recalled the dimple that popped out of her left cheek every time she smiled at him. The image of her lips wrapped around his cock shot into his mind unconsciously, as it always did. If he'd had any idea Lisa's niece was this beautiful and delectable, he never would have brought her onboard his staff. Not a day went by without him imagining himself thrusting away to ecstasy between her luscious thighs. He had made the mistake of calling more than a few women by her name while in the act. Enough was enough! He was a grown man and, despite their age difference, she was a grown woman, old enough to make her own choice in a bed partner. He would make his interest clear before the day was over, he decided. The next three hours dragged by slowly. He gave up on trying to concentrate on anything beyond Miranda's beautiful brown eyes, pouty lips, short stature and curvy body after the first two. He stood at the floor to ceiling windows and watched as hundreds of people slowly vacated the building. He knew Miranda would come say her goodbyes as she always did before she left for the night. The light knock came shortly after, as expected. "Come in," he said. His beauty opened the door and leaned in, and the sight of her in the tight knee length skirt had his body hardening instantly. "Just came to say goodnight, boss," she said with a warm smile. It's what she said every evening. Not rehearsed, just routine. "Before you go," he said as he walked over to his desk and settled down in his chair. "There's something I need you to do for me." She stepped into the room fully and closed the door behind her. "What is it, Mr. Colonomos?" she asked curiously. He'd never done that before. Alexander waved her closer. When she stood beside him at his desk, he abruptly pulled her into his lap. Miranda felt the breath leave her body as she realised she was in a blatantly intimate position. "I want you to call me Alexander," he whispered hoarsely in her ear. Just then, Miranda felt the hard, large member pressed up intimately against her. She moaned as she felt herself begin to moisten. "Mi-mi..." she ran her tongue against her suddenly dry lips. "Mr. Colonomos... you really shouldn't be-" "Alexander," he growled against her ear. He rubbed his crotch against her and took her earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it tenderly. "Alexander!" she moaned as he slipped his hand under her blouse and bra, cupping her breast, pinching the nipple lightly. He brought the aroused tip to an even harder point. Lost in the throes of pleasure, Miranda almost forgot what she had been about to say. "We can't do this," she moaned again. "Why not?" he inquired as he brought his nose to the point where her shoulder met with her neck and inhaled her scent. She was panting hard now. "You're my boss. You're way older than me. It's just not right." Alexander stopped what he was doing for a moment to look at her. Blue eyes clashed with brown. "Says who? I want you; you want me, that's all that matters. Unless you don't want me, that is." "I do!" she sobbed as the pleasure of his fingers around her nipple became intense. "I have for months." His lips curved upwards with masculine pride against her neck. He planted light kisses around the column of her throat. "So what's wrong?" "I-I don't know! I guess I need time to come to terms with this whole thing. I had no idea you- I just need time." Alexander sighed regretfully as he allowed her to sit upright in his lap to straighten her clothes, all the while watching her through hooded blue eyes. When she made to move off his lap, he wrapped his hands around her waist, stopping her. "I'm obsessed with you," he said in his deep voice. "With your flawless skin, your big brown eyes. God! I can't get enough of your remarkable beauty." He brought his lips to hers in a rush, kissing her like a drowning man taking a breath of air. The moment their tongues touched he knew he had to have her; he wouldn't rest until he did. He broke the kiss reluctantly, brushing a stray hair away from her face, behind her ear. Her lips appeared swollen from the kiss and he felt a surge of satisfaction. He gave her one final peck at the corner of her mouth. "Goodnight," he whispered. She stood up and made her way to the door on wobbly knees. "Before you go," he chimed when she settled her hand on the doorknob. "Do not think to keep me waiting for too long. Hell hath no fury like a man obsessed." *** His Obsession Ch. 02 Miranda smiled for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon. Ever since her graduating class had thrown their caps in the air while cheering, she had been pulled from one end of the school to the other for pictures. Her face was starting to feel numb. She didn't see why her friends were so excited about graduation when, in less than a fortnight, half of them would be shipped off to different parts of the country to pursue their careers. She was going to miss most of them dreadfully. "Hey, Randy, my folks want to take a couple of pictures with Beth and I. Do you mind?" her friend, Barney asked. He and his twin sister Bethany weren't going anywhere, which was a relief. They were her closest friends. She also grew quite fond of their parents, who were an eccentric couple; one would have to be to name their kids Barney and Bethany. She smiled at the twins and waved them off, scowling at them when they shot her pitying looks. Her aunt's expectancy date was in the next few days, and she had gotten early maternal leave at her doctor's counsel, and her uncle took a week off since it wasn't advised for her to be alone. Since minimum movement was a necessity, neither of them could make it to her graduation. She honestly didn't mind, but it was difficult to convince everyone else. It kind of bugged her that she was standing alone while everyone else was having 'family-photo-fun', but she figured it would all be over when she and her friends went out for celebratory drinks. As deep as she was in her thoughts, she didn't hear the heavy footsteps drawing nearer and nearer to her until the owner was upon her. "Mr. Colonomos!" she gasped in surprise. Who would have expected him to show up at her graduation when he had barely said anything to her in the past three months? Miranda almost thought she had imagined that night in his office. The debonair rake grinned at her, stepping closer, invading her personal space. "I suppose congratulations are in order," he said in a low voice as he grasped her hand in a gentle, yet firm hold to place a light kiss on the inside of her wrist. One would have to be a fool not to see the sheer possessiveness in that simple peck. Luckily for her, not many people took notice of her. Her train of thought backfired on her when she saw most of the eyes in the car park trained on them. She pulled back her hand lightly, but insistently. "What are you doing here?" she demanded in a whisper. He looked amused. "You didn't expect me to let you spend one of the biggest days in your life alone did you? I'm sorry; I didn't know whether or not flowers would sit well with you so I came empty handed." Miranda couldn't help being touched at the man's thoughtfulness. "Thank you, but you really shouldn't have. I'm not alone, I just..." She trailed off when she noticed the disbelief in his eyes. What the hell was she supposed to say to the guy when he found her standing alone in a partially crowded car park? He waved off her excuse and took hold of her elbow. "Never mind, I have arranged for lunch at one of my restaurants." "Alexander, I can't. I made plans with a few of my friends already." "Well, tough," he scowled. "When I arrived, none of those friends were here so you'll have to postpone." The nerve of the man! He said it as if it were the simplest thing. He was obviously accustomed to everyone dropping everything on the schedules for him at the snap of his fingers. Well, tough! She definitely wasn't one of his lackeys. Before she could open her mouth to argue, however he did something that surprised her. Who would have thought it possible for a thirty-three year old man to perfect the puppy dog eyes routine? She sighed. One meal couldn't hurt, now could it? "Let me go get my purse. I left it with a friend of mine to hold it for me." Alexander watched with narrowed eyes the young man his Miranda walked up to. He was only four or so inches taller than her, and didn't stand a chance if he stood next to him. He did not, however, like the easy way Miranda laughed with him. He disliked the familiarity the two of them so obviously shared. He scowled when she pointed over at him to show the friend who she was leaving with. A protective glint came up in the boy's eyes. He obviously didn't like the fact that 1miranda was leaving with him. Alexander knew he was trying to talk her out of it, but after a few words of reassurance, the boy reluctantly nodded and handed her purse back to her. The boy opened his arms to hug her goodbye. He gritted his teeth together in anger to keep himself from storming over at the two to rip her from his arms. When Miranda did return to Alexander's side, it was to find the familiar brooding figure rather than the slightly more cheerful version she had left behind. She looked in the direction of his glare to see Kenny, one of her classmates. He obviously didn't like the fact that they had hugged. She grabbed hold of his hand in a slight grip and smiled up at him when he finally looked down at her. "Come on, let's go." She didn't protest when he wrapped an arm around her waist to lead her to where he had parked his car. She stopped dead in her tracks suddenly. "You brought a limo?" she said in disbelief. He opened the door for her, nudging her in while waving the chauffeur away. He slid in beside her, never once fully breaking contact. "What's wrong?" he sounded confused. "Couldn't you go with something less flashy?" "Sweetheart this is the least flashy car I own." She wasn't sure what to say after that. She honestly hadn't known anyone as arrogant as this man existed. The rest of the drive was completed in silence, yet the whole time he hadn't let go of her hand or taken his eyes off of her. Every time she happened to look his way she got herself lost in the brooding gaze, and lowered her eyes shyly. She recalled the words he had said to her months ago... I'm obsessed with you... she thought they were ramblings uttered in the heat of the moment. Now she wasn't so sure. Alexander led her inside a dimly lit restaurant shortly after. She was a bit curious as to why anyone would keep their lighting to a minimum in the middle of the day, but when she saw how many couples occupied the place she realised it must have been to add the illusion of intimacy. Their table was in a secluded part of the room. "What're your plans, now that you've graduated?" he asked Miranda after they'd ordered. She was pretty good at reading people's expressions, but this man was an enigma to her. She didn't know whether or not he was really interested or just making conversation. She visibly hesitated before responding, "I might sign up for some program in the UK a few months from now. It lasts almost a year, but it has a lot of exposure so it's a great career opportunity. I have to think about it, but I'm honestly interested." When she had finished talking she noticed the frown on his lips. It seemed to dominate his whole face. "You want to leave the country?" he asked in an incredulous, albeit soft tone. Miranda swallowed nervously. "I know it's unexpected, but like I said it's a great opportunity. And I know my aunt will still be on her maternity leave, but it won't be difficult to-" "It's not about your job, damn it!" he bellowed unexpectedly, slamming a closed fist against the table top violently. To her credit, Miranda didn't even flinch, despite the fact that he never lost his temper. She was grateful for being in an isolated part of the restaurant, though. After an uncomfortable stretch of silence, she surprised him by taking hold of the hand he had slammed and checking over it. She brushed her fingertips against the light red patch against his pinkie finger. "It won't bruise; does it hurt?" He shook his head. "No." "Maybe we should put some ice on it, just in case." "Relax, it was just a table." He hesitated, "I'm sorry for my reaction. I just don't want to see you go." Miranda didn't know which shocked her more, the admission or the apology. She smiled and brushed a lock of his black hair away from his face, telling him without words that there was nothing to forgive. *** "That was fun," Miranda remarked as they drove away from the restaurant. "You sound surprised." She smiled at Alexander. "It isn't everyday that your bad boy boss takes you out to lunch." "It isn't everyday you graduate top of your class." He changed the subject quickly. "Who was that boy you were with?" Miranda's only response was to blink, a bit surprised that he had chosen to bring it up now. She knew it had bothered him, but she had never come across anyone so open with their jealousy. "He's a friend; we took the same classes so it's not a big deal. There's no need to be jealous." "I am not jealous!" he said, affronted. "I just don't want to see any man put his hands on you." Miranda blinked and looked away from his intense gaze, the deep gray of his eyes very reminiscent of dark and stormy clouds. "It has been three months, agapi mou. I believe I have given you enough time to think over what we share." "I thought you changed your mind. You never brought it up," she shrugged, trying and failing miserably at appearing nonchalant. Alexander laughed a deep, rare and warm guffaw. "You were the one who asked for time, you were supposed to tell me what your decision was, but now that choice is out of your hands." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "It means, my dear that you now belong to me, and whether or not you want to admit it, it's something you want as desperately as I do." "Whether or not I want it is not what's in question here. I want to go bungee jumping and airplane diving this summer, that doesn't mean it's the right thing to do, now does it? The same thing applies to you. I may want you, but quite honestly it isn't the best thing for me." He gave out a sound that sounded close to a growl, and in the blink of an eye she found herself in the same position she was three months ago, right in his lap. "Like I said before, the decision is now out of your hands," and with a rakish grin, he lowered his head and kissed her. Not just a normal kiss, but one of possession. While the first kiss had been one of promise, he fulfilled that promise with this one. His tongue thrust its way into her mouth to slide against hers, coaxing her into a response. She moaned as she pressed herself fully into Alexander's heavily muscled figure. She must have been in a daze because she could vaguely remember telling him just minutes earlier that their chemistry was a bad idea, and now she couldn't pull away from his perfect mouth to save her own life. He was like a drug, Miranda thought as he pushed her graduation robe right off her shoulders to rashly unbutton and part the silky white blouse he found underneath. "So beautiful," he murmured, taking a pebbled brown nipple into his mouth before drawing lightly from it. "All mine." He grinded his jean clad erection frantically against her crotch, and was overjoyed to feel her humping right back. The kiss deepened when he felt her tentatively unbutton the first three buttons of his shirt. Alexander let out a low groan when he felt her tongue brush against hers while she spread one of her small hands against his massive chest, cautiously feeling his steady heartbeat. She snatched both her hands and her mouth away from his when she felt the car roll to a halt. Miranda righted her clothes as best she could with his intense gray eyes fixed on her. When she finally looked outside the tinted windows, she stiffened. "Alexander... why are we outside your home?" *** His Obsession Ch. 03 I should apologise for the confusion on the colour of Alexander's eyes. I'm writing two different stories and I kinda got the heroes mixed up :$ but, yes they are blue. So sorry about that. *** This is ridiculous, Miranda thought to herself as she settled onto a particularly comfortable looking brown armchair in Alexander's sitting room. Having never entered the mansion before she did not know what it looked like on the inside. She didn't know what she expected either, but this wasn't it. The room he had led her into was filled with vibrant and rich earth colours ranging from deep brown to red. It was... warm. Alexander was not a warm man. It was a major contradiction. Just when she thought she had him all figured out, he threw her off. She crossed her legs carefully and planted her gaze on the carpeted floor, feigning interest on its pattern. She didn't really care if he could read her discomfort, Miranda was not going to let herself look into his eyes. Every time she did it ended badly. When Alexander sat in the couch opposite hers her gaze shifted to his Berluti clad feet. She barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes in irritation. She had been planning this day since the first time she had set foot on campus. Not once had an afternoon spent with Alexander Colonomos been in her plans. She slowly raised her eyes up his large form, even sprawled lazily in a chair the man was intimidating. His fingers were linked and he was patiently twiddling his thumbs, waiting for her to finally look at him. When she did, he offered her a slight smile that looked more predatory than anything else. "Mr Colonomos-" "Alexander," he interrupted smoothly. "Mr Colonomos," she said firmly, making it clear that theirs was a professional relationship. Well, as professional as it could be after their last two encounters, anyway. "I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that anything besides our professional relationship is going on between us, but I can't sleep with my boss." He sat up slightly, leaning forward. His blue eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh?" That was all he had to say? "Y-yes," Miranda stammered uncertainly. "I-I-It isn't right and well I just. I mean... Well that is to say. I..." "What exactly do you think is going on between us, Miranda?" he asked, sparing her from any further stuttering. "Nothing. I mean, sure we kissed, but you kiss a lot of women." She tried to keep the disgust from her voice as she recalled the countless number of women who called and came looking for him on a daily basis. "And I really don't expect anything from you. I know it was a heat of the moment thing. I just want us to forget anything ever happened." He got up slowly and she stiffened. When he walked straight past her to a separate table holding glasses and a whiskey decanter she let herself relax. He poured himself some and threw it back swiftly. Miranda, who would have been a spluttering mess had she done that, marvelled at him. "Miranda, if all I wanted from you was one night, I'd make that clear to you, but it isn't so I'll make that clear to you too." He took a step towards her seated form, but she jumped up before he could reach her. She was shaking her head vehemently. Before she could speak her phone's vibration went off. She reached for it blindly. "Hello... Oh hey, Barney... I can't right now. Something important came up... Six? Well that sounds alright... Yes you'll see me there... Okay, bye." She brushed her hair away from her face, knowing Alexander was glaring hostilely at her. "And that was?" Miranda shrugged. "My lover from Cancun. He's taking me there for a romantic weekend and I have to leave soon." This time she did look up and, if possible, his eyes darkened further in anger. "Relax, I was kidding." "Then who was it?" This time her eye roll was inevitable. "My friend Barney. A bunch of us are going out tonight for a smaller celebration." The hostility in his eyes lessened considerably, but it wasn't all gone. "How close are you and this Barney? Is he the same one you were with this morning?" Miranda ignored him completely. "What exactly are you suggesting? A relationship? Because I don't think that would work out very well. I mean you're already interrogating me as if I'm some kind of criminal about my friends and you have no right to me. How bad would it be when you do have a right to it? I just don't think a relationship between us would be in my best interest." He strode towards her purposefully as she moved back to get away from him. She ended up with her back pressed up against a wall with him standing a half foot away from her, successfully trapping her between the proverbial rock and hard place. "You mentioned something about going to the UK, didn't you?" he asked casually with his hands pressing against the wall either side of her. Miranda's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why?" "Wouldn't you need a letter of recommendation to be accepted to something like that?" Realisation dawned and she fumed, almost expecting steam to blow out her ears. "You would really be willing to jeopardise my career because of this?" she spat. He exhaled in frustration as if somehow she was the one being unreasonable. "Desperate times, angel. This is the only way I seem to be able to get through to you. I don't want a brief romp in the hay. I want you. You may have very well bewitched me, because I don't do this type of thing, but with you I feel compelled to do so." Uncertainty shadowed her soft features. "And if it doesn't work out? If I want out, will you let me go?" Never. Alexander knew he wouldn't ever be able to let her go, and while he didn't want to lie to her, it seemed to be the only way she would accept him. "If it's what you truly want; I will." Miranda's brown eyes lost their wariness almost instantly. Despite the fear she sometimes felt towards him, she trusted him. It was almost as natural as breathing, and it scared her. "Okay. Let's try." *** Miranda found herself in a small restaurant with a group of her friends that also had an excellent bar. She had been almost an hour late, thanks to her new boyfriend. She knew it would take some getting used to, referring to her boss as her boyfriend. Just like his house, she was surprised when he hadn't seduced her immediately after her answer had left her mouth, maybe even a little disappointed. Rather, they had spent the entire afternoon talking... yes talking. What surprised her even more was how easy it was to talk to him. She was convinced Alexander now knew just as much about her as the twins did. Spotting her friends took no time at all and she slid in beside Beth, still debating on whether or not to tell her best friend about what had gone on in the past few hours. Three minutes later Miranda had revealed everything to Beth who was grinning like an idiot. "So how was the sex?" she asked. Miranda gasped and hastily covered Beth's mouth with her hand. "Maybe telling you was a bad idea," she said glaring at her unrepentant friend, but proceeded to express her discomfort with his commanding nature. She knew if it was up to him, she wouldn't come into contact with another man as long as they were together. Even worse was the fact that he expected her to be home in two hours. This, she didn't dare tell Beth, knowing she'd be ridiculed about it for the rest of the night. On more than one occasion she waved away offers of dances from various men. Not only would it not feel right, she almost felt like she was being watched. When Barney pulled her to her feet, however, she didn't hold back. He was tall, lanky and a semi professional dancer thanks to his eccentric parents. Dancing with Barney was always fun, and she knew she wouldn't have to put up with any inappropriate groping like she would with most of the men who had already asked. One second Barney was pulling her onto the small dance floor and the next their hands were wrenched away from each other. They were both startled to see a strange man dressed in a dark suit regarding them blankly. "Sir, I'll have to ask you to step away from the lady," he said calmly. Barney laughed. "Do you know him, Randy?" She shook her head in confusion. "Then back off, dude." He went to grab for her hand again, intent on ignoring the stranger, but his hand was gripped in a firm hold and folded behind his back. All eyes were on the scene now although the music still blared around them. "Okay, okay. Just let him go. Let's go sit down, Barn." She stared at the man's face in confusion, when finally his face registered. She recognised him from the security team at Colotech. The man worked for Alexander! Furious, she strode back to the table Bethany sat at. She couldn't believe he was having her watched! Of all the arrogant bastards on earth why did she have to date the one rich enough to get away with it? The rest of the night was spent bad mouthing Alexander to Bethany. Miranda even decided to stay out longer than she originally planned to, knowing he would find out and wanting to spite him just for the hell of it. The hefty bodyguard, whose name she'd found out was Joseph, had long ago let his indifferent mask slip and was now showing signs of irritation at having to spend three more hours than he had planned, and having to watch his boss's girlfriend get drunker than Cootie Brown. Just an hour past midnight Miranda said goodbye to her friends and let Joseph lead her outside to hail a taxi for her. She shouldn't have been surprised to see one of Alexander's flashy cars waiting for her right outside, but even in her drunk state, she was. "I hope you had fun ruining my night out, Jo," Miranda joked, not wanting to be left alone to her thoughts. He had already stressed the fact that he did not answer to the name Jo, but Miranda wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. "Why yes," he said dryly. "I haven't had this much fun since my trip to the library a month ago." Gasping dramatically, Miranda gushed, "Was that sarcasm I heard? So you do know what humor is!" It wasn't a long drive, but by the time they pulled up outside the mansion Miranda didn't dislike Jo as much as she did when she first saw him. She got out of the car unsteadily and would have fallen had it not been for Jo's helping hand gripping her arm. He led her to the front door and it swung open just before they reached it. There he stood. Without a word, he took hold of her free arm and pulled her away from Jo. They had a brief conversation which she really didn't pay attention to as her eyelids became too heavy for her to keep open. She felt him scoop her into his arms and then ... nothing. *** When she woke up next it was still dark, but she was clad in one of Alexander's T-shirts. She unconsciously snuggled into a warmth she belatedly realised was his bare chest. Miranda stilled for a moment before letting the calm, even beat of Alexander's heart lull her off to sleep without asking herself whether or not she had made the right choice.