Temptation : The Obsession (Book 2 of Temptation Series)

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                                                               Tristan (4 Years Ago)

"You are breaking up with me because I have some issues?" I demanded, feeling the rage slowly building inside me, filling up my veins. Mia stared at me with no emotions whatsoever in her eyes and scoffed. 

"Some issues?" She spat. "There's no some issues here, Tristan. Your entire existence is an issue...a perfectly masked lie. You have been living a lie for so long and I unfortunately somehow ended up being a part of it,"

I can't believe she has the guts to talk to me like that after what happened that night. It has to be Merissa, fueling her. I saw her waiting by the elevator. So now they have joined hands against me. I always knew they both are same this way or that. 

"Don't say that, Mia," I whispered and tried to play the contrite card here. It always worked before. "I need help, Mia. I need your help.."

"Help is given to those who deserve it, Tristan," She snapped. "Help is given to those who wants to be helped. And you...you neither deserve or want any help. I will suggest you sort your s**t, Tristan. And do not ruin somebody else's life again. Goodbye," 

Goodbye? Like that? She can't walk away from me like that. That was not acceptable. After everything, she cannot walk away like that. Not her too. 

Mia turned on her heels and started to walk away. But it wasn't that easy to walk away from Tristan Jacques. I wasn't having it. I won't take the humiliation. No. I followed behind her and grabbed her arm, whirling her sharply to face me. I was so pissed that it was taking all my self-control to keep myself together here. Mia glared at me and before I could even open my mouth, she landed a tight slap on my right cheek, startling me for a moment. 

"Stay away from me," She hissed as I glared at him. "Or I will be forced to file a restraining order against you," 

What? I can't believe she just said that. I can't believe she hit me. That f*****g stupid girl hit me! I knew I was going to blow up any moment now. And I guess she knew too because she shot me a filthy look and walked away, leaving me alone. 

She left. She left too. Just like her. Just like Merissa. Everyone woman I have ever invested on has treaded all over me every damn time. But this was enough. She has pushed me to the edge to day.

My mind was in a complete disarray. I was seeing red everywhere. My blood boiled and I felt so pissed that I wouldn't even mind killing someone. I was mad as hell. She left me? Me? Tristan Jacques? How can she leave me? How dare she leave me like that? 

The last time, I managed to pretend to be desperate and honestly I was desperate otherwise why would I go and cut myself to get her back? But this, I knew this was not going to work. There was nothing that will bring her back this time and the mere thought set my blood on fire. I wanted to break something. I wanted to break her. Because she dared to break my heart! 

Grabbing the paper weight, I imagined it to be her and threw it hard on the wall. It cracked with a disgusting noise and the glass splattered on the floor. But it was far from giving me peace. I was boiling with rage and I couldn't understand why. I mean, I should be happy now. right? Now I could finally do whatever I like. f**k whoever I like without being worried about relentless conflicts everyday. I no longer have to worry about commitments and settling down. Hell, I have done that s**t for more than fifteen years and it was taxing. I was not the kind of person who could be bounded down into something. 

I like to be free. I like to do whatever my heart feels like doing. I...like to be master of my own world. If I want to go out and come back late at night drunk or maybe bring a woman with me...I should be able to do that freely without any questions asked. That kind of independence fueled my inspiration, helped me paint. 

Where were you? Who are you talking to? Are you sleeping with her? Have you been drinking? Bla bla bla...why the f**k should I answer anyone about anything? 

I was glad to escape from Merissa and the bullshit family life. I mean there was a limit to which you can control a man. And me at that.  At first it was nice, Merissa and me just the two of us. Going to parties, enjoying carefree life and all. But then she wanted kids out of the blue. I went along for the ride anyway but let me tell you, kids aren't easy. They are a bloody lot to take. It's not like I don't love them. I do...very much. But at that time, they were too much. 

And then Mia came along after years, a siren to my libido with her beautiful curvy body and sweet face. She made me feel like a man after years. The way she wanted me, it made me feel powerful and in control. I loved the chase. I loved her reaction even to the slightest touch and the sex...there are no words for that. It was heady, passionate and consuming. Everything that I wanted. But then out of the blue she has to go fall in love with me. Like why? How can she even love me? It was absurd. I thought it was just the s*x haze and she was too young to understand that. I thought whatever problems rose between us, I can solve it in bed because she was putty in my hands. 

But when she left her parents for me, I knew at the moment that she was serious. And I tried to make myself understand that with the chemistry between us,  maybe...just maybe I would be able to give her the commitment she needed. Maybe it would be nice. And I tried so hard. Hell, I actually fell in love with her. I wanted her. I was finally giving her everything she wanted...love, attention, commitment. Then how dare she leave me after all the efforts I pulled for her? How dare she break my heart! For whom? That stupid guy? 

Then how whatever that happened between us in the past few months my fault alone? Why was I to be blamed? And yes I have OCD and I have BPD as well. Its probably heredity or something. Yes, I like to control things. I love the feeling of being able to control everything. What's so wrong with that? I knew why she did this. She was willing to use just about any excuse to leave and I knew it was because of that bastard. What was his name again? Ethan. Even the thought of him getting her over me pissed the s**t out of me. Mia was mine. I needed her. I wanted her. I was obsessed with her. And I will find a way to get her back. By hook...or by crook.

"f**k!" I shouted as I stared at her painting, proudly displayed in my bedroom. Her chocolate covered body called out to me and I ran my hand over the coarse canvas, closing my eyes and trying to feel the warmth of her body through it. I still remembered the day I painted this. The way she was totally at my mercy. I probably had the video somewhere too. Me f*****g her brains out while she was all trussed up, completely at my disposal. Who could make her feel that way if not me? 

"So she's finally gone," I heard a female voice and I turned my head from Mia's beautiful body to Martha Dunne standing on the threshold, looking pleased. 

Where the hell did she come from at this hour? 

Martha knew about Mia and me so of course she was pleased that she was gone. Her wanting me that bad was attractive but right now the pleased expression on her face, I wanted to wipe that away. 

Martha Dunne was nothing special. Just like any other horny and bored rich wife of a filthy rich husband But that was exactly what was special about her. She had money and a lot and lots of it. And I knew it will be all at my disposal. All I needed was just to ask. That was exactly the reason why I focused on her. Because I knew she could take my career through roofs. And she did. But then Mia pulled that love s**t and I had to let go of her momentarily because somehow I wanted to do that exclusive s**t as well. 

Martha, however was not Mia. She didn't need me exclusively. She needed me momentarily and after Mia started taking me for granted, I took out all my frustration out on her. Mia of course, doesn't know that. This was a well-kept secret between me and Martha as long as we both get what we want. She thought it was passion but it was just my aggression. Never in my life anyone...any woman has treated me the way she did. Nobody has taken me as for granted as she did. Even after I did all that for her. Mia might have gone from my life but I...was not going to go anywhere. I will find the right time. The right opportunity to get back what's mine. 

"What are you doing here?" I demanded and she sighed and walked over to me, heels making a clicking noise on the floor. She placed a hand on my back, rubbing softly. 

"I came to  check on you," She answered and I inwardly scoffed. Liar, she was the happiest in this situation. "See if you need comforting," 

And how the f**k does she knows what happened between us anyway? Who told her? 

"What I need right now..." I hissed, hastily grabbing her arm and throwing her on the bed. "Is not comforting," 

"Easy there!" Martha squealed but I was going to turn a deaf ear to any of her pleas tonight. I was furious...I was boiling with rage and I need something or rather someone to went my anger out on. And since she was here at the moment, unfortunately its going to be her. 

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                                                                    Present Day (3 AND A HALF YEARS LATER)

I sat in my car and watched discreetly. She was sitting by the window and he was sitting in front of her in a quaint looking coffee shop. His hand was holding hers across the table. She was big, maybe seven or eight months pregnant and she looked beautiful. Glowing with happiness and beauty. How can she be pregnant so soon? She just got married a year and a half ago. I wasn't invited obviously but apparently Merissa was. How ironic was that? Both my exes were best friends now. Though I don't consider her my ex. You need to let go of someone to call them their ex. I never let go off her. I was just waiting for the right time. The right moment before I can enter back into her life again. But this time, its going to be different. 

She might think that moving to New York or getting a new boy friend and starting a new life was the way to escape from her past. But she was very wrong. Because a past like me can't be escaped. It could only be dreaded. Even though she might think that I was gone, she had no inkling that I was right here. Watching her, observing her and driving my urge for revenge from her happiness. She betrayed me. Rejected me. Broke my f*****g heart. I knew it was because of this bastard  and I swear I will kill him one day. He took what was mine. He took everything over which only I had the sole right. He touched her! How dare he touch her? How dare he touch what's mine? Both of them were going to pay. Very soon. I still had to wait a little because now was not the right time. For now, I was just going to keep watching. And keep planning...

The best way to ruin all her happiness for good...

I wanted her back for sure.  But not like last time. This time I wanted her so that...

I can destroy her...

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A/N: Hey dear readers! Good morning! Hope everyone is good! Here's the next update with Tristan's POV  this time. I will try to add in his POV from time to time. There's another story behind all this and I am still figuring out how to show that through his point but yeah...there's a lot in here so just hang on and keep reading Temptation: The obsession! Also thank you so much for all your support and love as always!

Have a happy weekend y'all!