Page 81 of Unapologetic Obsession
Was it possible it wasn’t her family at all and there was someone else?
I flung the phone onto the bed and lay flat, pure rage buzzing through me. Rose should’ve talked to me if she was overwhelmed by what happened between us, not blow me off and post photos with other assholes. Irritation thrummed in my veins because I doubt Rose would post a photo of us online. She wasn’t brave enough to lay a public claim on me, but apparently, she had no problem doing so with other men.
She would pay for this.
My obsession had hit a new peak since last night. I’d finally gotten a taste of what I’d craved for months, and I was a man possessed. I couldn’t stand the thought of her finding someone her own age or race and moving on.
For the first time in my life, I was anchored to this world. Not in a comforting way. In a way that made the world before Rose feel like a void. There was suddenly no reason to exist without this lifeline, and I had no idea how I had lived without it in the first place.
My mind buzzed for the rest of the day. By the next morning, my frustration bubbled over, and I ended up at Rose’s dorm, only to find out she wasn’t there. Rose had gone into hiding, probably at her family’s mansion or somewhere I wouldn’t have access to.
To hell with this.
After months of keeping me at arm’s length and torturing me, she gave just enough to get me hooked. She was dangling what I wanted most in my face, taunting me with it.
I checked my phone again, willing it to vibrate. A call. A text. Anything.
When nothing came, my hands trembled with anger and frustration. I had been holding back my inner monster around Rose, always subduing my voice and tone so I wouldn’t scareher. But now, the beast inside me snarled at her rejection, clawing to claim what was rightfully mine. She was messing with my head, and I’d had enough. When I caught her—and I would catch her—I’d make her remember how her body belonged to me. She was sadly mistaken if she thought she would get the same version of me after the stunt she pulled. No more gentleness. No more patience.
“I never want you to hold back with me; I want you to wreck me.”
Little did Rose know that I would give her exactly what she wanted. After running away from me, she had ensured that I would have no reason to hold back. Rose. Was. Mine. And I would claim every inch of her until she couldn't remember a time when she wasn't mine.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
ROSE
I was extremely frazzled.
After losing my virginity to my family’s archnemesis and spending the weekend hiding at Poppy’s house, I had emerged from my cocoon. Clawing myself out of my depressive state was a feat on its own and hitting traffic was the cherry on top. My phone had died at some point, adding to this logistical nightmare.
This was a failure on my end. I should have accounted for extra time to stop by my dorm to change my clothes, tame my crazy witch hair, and grab my phone charger. Now, I was late to class, and I had never been late to anything.
What if Professor Maxwell made an example of me in front of the entire class? I couldn’t deal with it if he thought less of me, today of all days. I was already feeling down on my luck.
The classroom was creepily empty when I entered.
Weird.
I glanced at my phone. I was eight minutes late. The class should have been in session by now. I checked my email next. Class hadn’t been canceled, either.
Where was everyone?
The lab was huge, featuring numerous connecting rooms, including the break room, a small gym, the bathrooms, storage rooms, and separate experimental areas, as well as Professor Maxwell’s office. I did a sweep of each room and concluded it was a ghost town. Could they all be in the professor’s office?
His office was soundproof since he often listened to loud music while working. Luckily, the door was left slightly ajar. There was a group gathered in a circle, and I poked my head inside to hear their conversation. Though I couldn’t see anyone’s faces, I recognized the back of Amelie’s head. Everyone else was in lab coats, which meant they were research assistants, and class had been dismissed.
Why was only Amelie asked to stay behind?
They were turned away from the door, facing Professor Maxwell’s desk. I couldn’t see him, either, but heard his stoic voice.
“I went to your dorm. No one knew where she had gone. When was the last time you saw her?”
“At the party.” It was Amelie talking.
“Why didn’t you check on her when she didn’t come home? You’re her roommate.”
