All Chapters of The Assassin's Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

KAYLA- 18 YEARS OLD, A FEW DAYS AFTER HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION. "I miss you already," I whined, leaning in to get a better view of my boyfriend. His green eyes sparkled with mischief before he cupped my jaw and planted a kiss on my lips, and as he retreated to look into my eyes, all I could think about was how much I loved this boy. Aidan was the complete definition of a bad boy, with striking green eyes, tattoos littered all over his body, and a reputation that preceded his name.He was everything my mom detested and more. And I loved every second I spent with him. Aidan and I were just coming back from a party a buddy of his had thrown, and he was parked right in front of my mom's driveway, and it was all out of our rebelliousness. I leaned further into his hand on my jaw and whimpered a little when his eyes drifted from my parted lips to my eyes and back to my lips again. "I love you," He whispered huskily into the quiet car, and everything in me clenched tightly. He trailed a

KAYLA'S POV- THREE YEARS LATER. I was running late, and it was all because of the freaking traffic. I glanced at the clock on the dash of my car and blew out a shaky breath. I had a little over fifteen minutes to make it seven miles across the small town and with the traffic; it didn't seem possible. Not when the cars ahead of me were at a standstill, with multiple horns blasting and the shouts that filled the air did nothing to move the traffic. How I lost track of time was not much of a mystery to me. I had lost track of time and the bar where I worked was busy, busier than usual for a Thursday, one of the worst days of the week. I and the other girls there had to work harder tonight, and it took me a while to get off my shift. Rumors were, a bunch of multi-billionaire investors were in town for a new business deal, and the bar I worked at was the perfect place for dodgy business meetings and backhanded deals. It wasn't the most outstanding bar in the town, but it was the only bar

I breathed out as I hurriedly tried to make coffee, no cream, for the graying old man standing impatiently across the counter. Sweat trickled down my back as his glare turned harsher. He muttered out a "Finally" when I passed the plastic cup to him before slamming his money on the counter. I gave him his change, and he rushed out like the cafe was on fire. This was a normal Monday morning in the cafe for me. Delilah snorted, and I turned to look at her. "You have the friendliest customers." She deadpanned, trying so hard not to laugh at the whole scene. "He seemed like such a sweet soul, that one." "They can be really intimidating. I got anxiety alone from trying to make his coffee." I chuckled nervously. "All back. No cream." Delilah said mockingly, imitating his grating voice, and I laughed. She wiped off the syrup on the corner of her lips. "Your waffles taste so good, by the way. You need to open up your own cafe." "Did Josh let you come to the shady part of the town all by

I walked down the stairs and approached the VIP bouncer, asking for an exit. The burly man nodded to a black door on our right. I expressed gratitude through a smile and headed towards the door, conscious of his gaze fixed on me. Upon reaching the door, I pushed it open and stepped out into the refreshing evening air. Taking a moment to close the door behind me, I surveyed my surroundings and realized I was alone. I leaned against the wall; and let out a deep sigh, closing my eyes as I focused on my breath. "Fuck," I muttered. Today had turned out to be one of the worst days of the year, and we weren't even halfway through. It wasn't uncommon for people to make snide remarks about my financial struggles and being a single mother. Their disdain was all too familiar, even when I tried calmly to explain the circumstances. They often placed the blame solely on me. I wasn't stupid to say that Aidan alone was at fault. Even I recognized my own faults in the situation. The desire to rebe

I laid back down, spread open my legs, slipped my hands down and parted my folds with them, showing him my wet opening.He looked at me for endless moments; our gazes trained on each other before he broke it and trailed his eyes down my body. The further he went, the darker his blue orbs got.He moved to the edge of the bed, and leaned into me, placing his hand next to me head. He used the other hand to wrap around neck and I whimpered when his gaze turned harsher and he tightened his hold a little.I had no clue why I found that so hot.He trailed that hand to my globes of my breast, trailed a finger around my areola and tugged hard on my nipple.My breathing came out as gasps and he locked his gaze on mine once again. "You want more?"I half-mewled my answer, "Yes."He got to work.Tugging and tweaking the hard points until I was soaking the sheet below me, and I was begging. I didn't know what I was pleading for. For him to stop or to make it hurt more, I had no fucking clue.He sl