CHAPTER FOUR- Dark obsession

Sasha

My stale glass of Vodka sat untouched on my desk, silence filled the room with the rhythmic ticking of the ornate clock. I leaned back with my eyes fixed on the monitor before me.

The security footage was grainy, but it didn’t matter as long as she was on the screen. There she is, walking through the coble street of Chevalier’s estate on her way for his weekly checkups.

Pausing the screen, I glanced down to the printed photos on my desk. They were taken through the past two weeks. One of her jogging around the park with headphones on and her tight little sports workout clothes.

The others were taken when she was out for work or little grocery runs with her boyfriend- a man who doesn’t deserve her. My curiosity had suddenly turned into some kind of sick obsession....

“What is it about you, Josephine Beaumont......?” I mumbled lowly.

It didn’t make sense. I’ve seen countless women who were beautiful, confident, desperate. Yet none of them had ever aroused my curiosity let alone, this sick obsession that has sprouted. But her?

I can’t stop thinking about her.

The first time I had laid eyes on her, I was intrigued. Sending my men to run a background check on an unknown woman that had visited Chevalier’s home.

She was his personal nurse and not a member of his mafia. After learning of her life, I was compelled to send an anonymous bouquet for her birthday that I had just found out about.

Then at the Erika’s restaurant, I remember the thundering feeling of shock as she gracefully walked to her table. That was fucking confirmation, she was meant for me and damn well she’s mine, it wasn’t a coincidence that she showed up that night.

Her voice, flushed cheeks from the cold, intoxicating scent, that body of hers, everything about her made me addicted. I clench my jaws at the memory of her boyfriend’s raised voice and his look of disgust before storming into the restaurant.

That fucker doesn’t deserve such a woman. It took everything in me not to intervene during their argument. One more slip up and I’d gladly get rid of him for my krasotka.

My fingers tapped on the desk, itching to touch her or hold her. Watching her through the screen or stalking isn’t enough. I need to see her again, feel the sizzling tension from the other night again.

Who would’ve thought that a personal nurse for Chevalier would elicit such dark obsession within me?

A smirk stretched on my lips. No, I wouldn’t approach her yet. I would continue to watch and observe from afar. Execute such a plan that would lure and draw her to me with the assumption of fate.

Patience is a virtue and even for a man like me, I would wait for the right time to meet her again.

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. Only one person dared to barge in unannounced without waiting for a reply from me.

Sergei, my closest person barged in with a grim expression. “We’ve got word from Chevalier, he’s been having secret meetings.”

The muscles in my jaw tensed. It wasn’t often that someone had the audacity to meddle in my affairs. The French mafia were resilient and headstrong on keeping their power in distributing ammunitions and they’ve become a pain in the ass.

Adrian Chevalier is the godfather of the French mafia, he’s been at the top since he took over at the age of thirty and now at the old age of eighty three, the bastard won’t retire.

“Secret meetings?”

Sergei handed me a brown file. “We were able to take pictures of his meetings, it seems like he is interested in buying a seaport.”

My jaws ticked in annoyance. We own four seaports as an easy route to distributing our ammunitions so the fact that he is currently meeting with the port development executive means that he was no where willing to give up power.

“We look like fools now after our meeting with him two weeks ago....” Sergei grunted with displeasure.

Anger simmered within my chest, the audacity of Chevalier to go behind my back to purchase a seaport after coming into a mutual agreement to Co-habit with each other.

“When the fuck did this take place?” My voice coming out calm.

“Yesterday evening, we can assume that he has signed the contract to purchase it.” He states.

I run my tongue across my teeth in thought. The port development executive is my very good business partner, it would be foolish of him to double-cross me and not expect hell to rain down.

“Get me on the phone with Thomas.”

Sergei left the room without another word, understanding the urgency. Soon enough, my phone rings in my hand.

I answered calmly. “Thomas.”

“Ah.... Mr Romanov.” His voice coming out weary which ticked my jaw in anger.

He chuckles a bit. “W-what can I do for you?”

“Explain to me why you entertained a meeting with Chevalier about the seaport without informing me.” My voice coming out cold.

Thomas stuttered. “I-i assure you t-that...C-chevailier approached me f-irst!-”

“And you thought it wise not to inform me?” Anger simmered in my chest.

There was rustling at the other end of the call. “I-im sorry, Chevalier offered a large sum-”

I interrupt his rambling. “Has the contract been signed?”

“N-no, it hasn’t been finalised yet.....there were still changes to be done.” He rushed out.

A smirk stretched on my lips. “Good.”

Thomas gulped through the line. “W-what would you like me to do?”

“Stall him, use any fucking thing to delay the signing....you’re a smart man so think of an excuse, I don’t care, but you will not sign until you hear from me.”

“O-of course, Mr Romanov consider it done.”

I paused for a second, making sure to let my words sink into the geezer’s head before speaking up. “And Thomas?”

He gasps. “Y-yes, Mr Romanov?”

“If you slip up one more time then I don’t need to tell you what would be in store for you, do I?” I grunt out lowly.

His breath hitches with fear, he knows not to fucking cross me. “I-i understand completely.”

I end the call without waiting for a response, too pissed to say anything more. I’ll have to give it to him, Chevalier’s got guts to go behind my back but he wasn’t smart about that....

Sergei walks into my office. “Has it been handled?”

I nod, clenching my phone hard in order to contrails my anger. “Chevalier hasn’t signed the contract yet, Thomas is going to stall him until I can think of something.”

He nodded with a relieved sigh. “If he had purchased it then competition would be tight, it might affect our market.”

I let a sigh, everything these days seemed to be getting difficult because of that bastard, first my seaport distributions and now a strange woman that has consumed my mind. My fingers unconsciously graze the photos on my desk, Josephine Beaumont.....I must have you, that’s a fact.

“Are you sure that all these photos are just to feed your curiosity?” Sergei mumbled cautiously with a teasing smirk.

I gave him a blank stare, not in the mood to indulge in his teasing. “Yes, they are just to feed my curiosity.”

Sergei frowned. “I know you Sasha, once you become so infatuated with something, there no stopping you from crossing over your limit.”

My lips stretched into a smile but my eyes held calculative coldness. “Don’t worry Sergei, I know when not to cross over that limit.”

His eyes glances down at the live monitor of Josephine to the photos that were sprawled out on the desk and then to the thick file that held everything about her life in it.

“You’ve already crossed the limit..... don’t let this be another situation like Katya’s-”

“Sergei.” My tone coming out sharp.

He clenches his jaws and nods, walking out of my office with a long sigh...

He knows not to bring up her name in my presence, she was in the past and she’ll stay in my past. On the other hand, Josephine is my present and I’ll make damn sure that she is my future.