In Her Pond: The CEO’s Obsession

---- Chapter 6 But that cheap kind of possessiveness was never the same as loyalty. Just then, my phone lit up with a notification: You've got a new video from "ParkerAndJenna." "Vlog: 23 days until my sugar daddy flies back home. Today he took me to see the Northern Lights~" The comment section was flooded with pity. "Why does he have to go back? Can't he just stay with you forever?!" Jenna replied, "I'm only in it for his money and his body. He's got to go home for his family's engagement soon. When that happens, I'll just move on to my next target~" Netizens wailed in the comments.

"Ouch, this hurts so bad!" "Ugh, I can't stand those entitled fiancées who think the world revolves around them. Get lost already!" More messages scrolled across my screen. {Look at this mistress pretending she's so chill. She literally chased after the male lead the second he flew back home.] (Exactly. And she even moved into his family's house ---- pretending to be his cousin, walking in and out of the house like she owns the place.) (Username 'HighwayKing69': I want to crash into them.] For the past two days, I'd kept replaying her videos.

Each time I watched, it felt like taking a knife tomy own heart, cutting Hubert out one slice at a time. It was painful but effective. Sadness was slowly being replaced by disgust. Now, watching the two of them all over each other on screen, I felt something else entirely. It was relief. If flaunting their love in front of the world made them happy, then I'd gladly help them along. I forwarded her account to a media friend. "I've got a big story for you. Are you interested?" After a few more drinks at the bar, I got back to the villa late at night.

The alcohol dulled my thoughts, and I didn't notice the subtle changes in the house. ---- Still dizzy, I made my way upstairs. After washing up, I could barely keep my eyes open. Ipushed open the bedroom door, too tired to bother turning on the lights, and went straight under the covers. But the sheets were really warm. 'The moment my hand brushed against firm, heated skin, a low groan came from beside me. Ishot upright, but before I could move, the man grabbed my wrists and pinned me down against the bed. "Who's there?" With a sharp click, the light flicked on.

The first thing I saw was a broad chest-smooth, pale, and toned like carved ivory. [Oh my god, that angle! His body is insane! [What are you waiting for, female lead?! Go for it!!) The man squinted against the sudden brightness. When his eyes focused on me, his expression froze. "Rose?" It took me two full seconds to connect the man standing before me with the boy I once knew-Liam. ---- "You're hurting me, Liam." His grip loosened instantly. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple shifting as he reached for the thin sheet beside him and draped it over me, turning his head away.

Only then did I realize my strap had slipped down my shoulder. Liam stepped out of bed, the tips of his ears faintly red as he turned his back to pull on his shirt and pants. Thad actually walked into the wrong room before, but the door had always been locked. When I couldn't open it, I'd known I'd gone the wrong way. But tonight, the door wasn't locked, and I'd walked right in and... "Holly said I could stay here for a while," I said quickly, my voice low. "I'm still getting used to the place. I went into the wrong room by accident." Liam turned to face me.

He'd thrown on his shirt ina rush, only buttoning the bottom few buttons. ---- His cool, pale collarbone and the faint line of muscle below it caught the light as his steady gaze fell on me.