DIARYOF A PSYCHOPATH

TAME OR BE TAMED?

Adeline

Usually, I would be swamped in rumpled sheets of ink-soiled papers in my study. Writing timelines away but these days have been quite different. Rather unpleasant if I might add. My latest countenance has been of somewhat displeasure as I constantly find myself brought aback in my every movement; of a man I has barely caught a good glimpse of.

On weeks on end, fragments of his imaginations find its way into even the most subtle poetic structure; I could hear his name echo through each word. Obviously, I pay no heed to these frivolities, although I couldn't tell if a deep part of my subconscious enjoyed the brisk conversations we held weeks ago, or perhaps I just wanted a new muse to toil with.

Whatever the case may be, I can agree that it wouldn't be such a bad idea having him to myself. "Nothing more than a muse..." I remind myself. He wouldn't be the first. His personality gets my nerves boiling yet in some insanely odd manner, beguiles me.

The next few weeks become tedious as I fully indulge in my art, with different paintings to be unveiled at forthcoming exhibitions. Of all my writings throughout the moment, one poetry finds its way stuck in my head.

I hold myself back from getting lost in your essence...

Because it gets harder each day to distinguish myself from your presence...

I must hold back...

-Before I become lost in the oceans of your soul...

The endless hours of hard work finally pay off and I reward myself with a nice dinner. I send a quick message to one of my agents regarding which art I intend to place on the market. Then I walk my apartment in style to my dinner reservation.

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I walk into this insanely beautiful restaurant. The elegance at which the chandeliers hung snatched the greatest amusement ion my eyes. Soft music coming from the hot guy skillfully handling the piano. I smile. If you'd been there with me, you'd definitely have gotten the rare opportunity of viewing the world though my lenses.

My world.

The relaxing ambience of this luxury makes me scan across the room slowly but wait! My eyes meet with a rare back view of an astonishing male figure. "Hmm... such broadness." I grin playfully. The universe sure has been smiling towards my direction for a while now. Taking a moment to spot the best possible sit, (closer to this mystery man) I relax my nerves. My chin resting on the palm of my hands.

I carefully assess how he caresses the palms of the lady sitting right next to him.

"Hmm..." I mimicked. "Basic." Believe me, I've seen better moves that average simp card. "Although if it were my hands, he would have scored above that." I whisper to myself.

Something above this man makes me think to myself. The way in which he brushes his hands over his hair, The slickness at which he sins into his chair in a sexy pose reminds me of someone. (urghm!) Not important.

Funny how a glimpse of his back few seems familiar. I stretch my neck a little sideways only to be met by the glittering smile from...

"Is that?" Don't you f*****g say it

Xavier!

My lips close into a tight grin as I try to pacify my now fuming rage. Who's that overly dolled face sitting across him? What the f**k are they talking about. Around this ungodly hour?" my mind races a thread mill while I make my way towards their table. Flipping through a thousand ways to make this girl feel sorry for barging into my territory.

Okay so what if weren't official? (I roll my eyes)

Lowkey we'd make a perfect exclusive!

And heck I found him first? Who is she to go snooping around someone else's garden?

It takes all the maturity in me to appear unbothered. With a beautiful smile as I approached him. "We meet again... Mr.?

"Xavier" he coughed out a nervous smile. As we stare at each other for more than seconds. Refusing to break contact for a fear of losing. "You do realize he left his sick child to come cater to your pathetic fantasies, right?" I question Miss date without sparing a glance. To which earns a puzzled look from Xavier.

"How depressing..." I mumbled in sarcasm, breaking our glances. Fuming at his awkward silence throughout my short speech. I turned to take my leave. In a split moment was face head up towards the elevator. I had barely stepped in when a man follows suit behind me. Panting roughly with hands brushing against his her.

As I thinking of the perfect move to attack his prey.

I act unbothered while I stare at my polished nails. Distracting myself from the thumbing beats of my chest walls. A brief look at Xavier makes me realize on simple truth.

We're both not walking out here the same.

The outline of his aroused c**k pressing against his pants makes my mouth water. I'm hit with a sense of want that is so strong, it has my breath catching in the back of my throat. Unable to prevent myself from being swindled. Half of me wants to act unbothered while the other half wants to drop to my knees and get a better look. It's the sane half that wins.

I snap his hands out of mine and made efforts to leave but he resists. Tucking me to the corner of the elevator. His keen stare sends hotness all over my skin while he assesses every inch of my body.

"You're pushing me to the edge Miss..." His hand plants itself against my hip like it belongs there.

"Adeline...Reynolds" I breathed. Unable to find my voice.

The elevator light switches for the last floor and Xavier grins. "Finally, I'm granted the honor of hearing your name...Miss Adeline." He stretches out to place his hands back where they had been. Warm around my thighs. The other hand caressing the outline of my chin as he moves closer. Planting a soft kiss on my lower lips.

It tasted like Haven. Sweet mother of pearls I wanted to dig in. To be consumed entirely by his burning desire. I slowly take in each dose of love he feeds me until my entire body erupts from intense passion. Digging my hands into his sturdy hair.

XAVIER POV

I had made plans for an early reservation for two at a luxury winter themed restaurant. A perfect dinner date with an acquaintance of mine. Fingers crossed to gaining access to her paradise if all goes well tonight.

For weeks on end my mind had been wrapped around a certain lady that awaken every sensory in my body the moment our gaze meet. Her daring audacity to question my stance had me wanting to show her a glimpse of what happens to those who disobey me. Yet she is nowhere to be seen.

Unattainable.

The night starts beautifully, with sweet little pleasantries. Leila's stunning dress inviting me to say more. But I keep my cool. We chat for a while, enough for a drastic shift in my countenance from sexually exited to

I sip my drink, partly bored watching her completely engulfed as she shares on and on about the essence of climate and some charity saving polar babies she's been advocating for.

It doesn't take long before I'm completely distracted as I scan the room. The corner eye soon meets with the striking resemblance of a lady looking over the opposite direction, assessing the chef's counter.

That Lady!

I smile as my heart jilters at the hope of catching her attention. Nasty thoughts flashing before my mind while I try compose myself. A deep breath relaxes the throbbing pain between my stretched pants. It would have been a giver inviting my date to my suite, but my mind had now fixated on stirring up Miss grumpy whom I met a few months ago.

I lower my eye range towards my date. Releasing a light chuckle as I kiss the back of her hand. Settling into a relaxing composure while we chatted away.

As I had hoped, it didn't take long before a stunning looking woman approaches my table. Face deadpanned for a second or two. Before releasing a warm smile.

And from that moment on. I knew she'd be the death of me.