His Obsession by Sam Crescent

weeks. If the landlord had been a girl
he’d have offered to bang her for living free. His luck was truly down, and it
was because of that bitch.
    He couldn’t believe she’d been cheating on him and with that wealthy son
of a bitch, too.
    Cursing, he walked into the job centre in an attempt to find a job. He’d
find one, then get a woman, move in, and then get fired like he’d done with
Ursula. His plan always worked. At twenty-five he could easily bag a woman.
    After an hour of looking and being treated like crap, he walked out of
the job centre more angered than anything else. Ursula was going to be living
the high life while his life turned to shit.
    He wanted to hurt her. When he’d popped her cherry he’d thought he’d
been onto a winner. If a woman was going to wait to lose her virginity then she
would be loyal.
    “Fucking bitch.”
    Turning down a street, he followed the path until he got to the park. He
crossed the park, kicking up the sand in the sandbox. The kids wouldn’t have
much fun the next day with sand over the floor. Paul chuckled before exiting
the park. A limousine was positioned outside the gate. He scowled at it then
walked a bit farther down the road. The black limousine followed him. He
stopped, staring at the door waiting.
    The back door opened. A man with blond hair, and a nicely cut suit got
out. Paul stared at him. The man had the boy-next-door look.
    “I hear, Paul Mellor, that you, my friend, have
fallen on hard times.”
    “How do you know my name?” Paul asked. The blond smiled, and he saw the
evil in that look.
    “Oh, Paul. I know a lot about you. I know you
haven’t worked for most of your life. You do what you have to, to get by. Women
are you meal ticket as they’re too brain dead to force you out to work. I know
you like watching porn and doing your thing with that.” He waved at his cock.
“I also know we have an enemy in common.”
    “I don’t know you, and you know shit
about me.” Paul went to walk away, tired of other people telling him what he
could and couldn’t do.
    “What if I can give you all of those
things for free?”
    Paul stopped and turned. “I’m
listening.”
    “First, you need to get in. I’ve got
stuff to discuss with you, and I don’t want to do it out in the open.”
    Paul stared at the door, the man,
and the rest of the world that lay ahead of him. Without thinking, he got into
the plush limousine. He melted against the leather. The scent of wealth and
extravagance surrounded him.
    “You will like what I have to
offer.”
    “What?”
    “What if I could give you the
lifestyle that meant you wouldn’t have to work again? You wouldn’t need to
watch porn flicks because the girls will come to you for your own pleasure.
More cunt than you could stand. More money than you could spend. How does that
sound?”
    “Real good.” Paul rubbed the leather, licking
his lips. He liked this guy already.
    “All I need is for you to do me a
few favours and you can have the world.”
    Paul would do anything for what he
was offering. Pussy all around him. Spending
his days spending and fucking. He’d do anything for it.
    “You haven’t told me your name.”
    “Eugene. My name is Eugene
Black.”   

Chapter Ten
     
    Stephen and Ursula developed a routine. He would drive her to the
college campus every morning and pick her up at night. Most of his spare time
was spent at the club. After his conversation with James he’d sought out Cadeon to see if he could shed any light on the way he was
thinking. Every time he dropped her off Stephen struggled to drive away. He
wanted to keep his eye on her at all times. When she wasn’t by his side, he
grew impatient for the time to go to have her back next to him.
    Their time together was filled with consuming passion.
    He tried to find out who had sent a note to both him and James. Rebecca
for the time being was safe as Tate and Kevin kept her safe. The only time he
could forget all the chaos happening