The Owners: His Obsession Part 8

Two days later Paul couldn't believe that b.i.t.c.h had kicked him out. After all he'd done for her. No man would want her. He scuffed his shoes along the pavement feeling the anger bubble up inside him. His family wanted nothing to do with him. They thought he was a no-good piece of s.h.i.+t.

Who wanted to work anyway? Life was so much better when a woman went out and did all the work. He liked staying at home, watching p.o.r.n and w.a.n.king all day. Now he had no home, no girlfriend, and no way to get a job.

Living in an apartment with the promise of paying rent at the end of the month would only last him a couple of 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 b.i.t.c.h.

He couldn't believe she'd been cheating on him and with that wealthy son of a b.i.t.c.h, 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 c.r.a.p, 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 s.h.i.+t.

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.

"f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h."

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 p.o.r.n and doing your thing with that." He waved at his c.o.c.k. "I also know we have an enemy in common."

"I don't know you, and you know s.h.i.+t 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 p.o.r.n flicks because the girls will come to you for your own pleasure. More c.u.n.t 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. p.u.s.s.y all around him. Spending his days spending and f.u.c.king. 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 pa.s.sion.

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 around him was when Ursula was with him.

November was at a close, and December looked to be an even crazier month than the one before. Ursula was determined to get him in the festive mood. He, personally, hadn't celebrated Christmas since his parents pa.s.sed away. There were times he wondered why he'd stopped living because of the lack of his parents' presence.

In the event of the spirit he invited the few members of the club to his home for drinks. James couldn't make it as Ravage was undergoing some staffing problems. Another note had arrived with the same threat. Neither of them could go to the police. If they went to the police they would have to give them access to their clubs, which defeated everything they'd been told by their fathers.

He watched Ursula getting ready. The red dress she wore moulded against her curves, making his c.o.c.k ache. She truly was a sensational beauty and the woman who owned his heart. His doubts were still in place about the whole possessive feeling, but he knew he loved her. She conversed and fought with him on a daily basis, and the s.e.x was more fiery than anything he'd ever experienced.

"Why did we have to invite my friends for drinks?" he asked.

"This is not just your friends but your board of directors. You own several companies, Mr. Knox, and you asked me before I became your girlfriend to organise this little get-together." She walked to the bed showing him her back. "Zip me, please."

Instead of zipping up her dress, he pressed his hands inside the dress, kissing her neck as she moaned.

"You're not playing fair."

"We can ignore the door, and I'll make it worth your while." He tried to tempt her. Her hair lay in spiral curls down her back. He loved her hair like this. She looked absolutely stunning, and he'd paid for her to have her hair done. Stephen had to force her to accept his gifts. He wanted her to have everything.

He reached up in the front of the dress, cupping her bra-covered t.i.ts.

"We can't," she said.

"Yes, we can." He pushed the dress off her shoulders exposing her creamy shoulders for him to kiss. Her eyes closed as she leaned back against him.

Stephen stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked so beautiful in his arms, her body so open for him to give her pleasure.

She caught his hands. "I spent weeks organising this. Please, I'll make it worth your while if you go down and host this party together."

He sighed and gave in. There was no way he could refuse the pleading look in her eyes. "I've got a gift that I want you to wear."

"I've told you not to buy me gifts, Stephen."

"I wanted to." He pulled the dress back into place then zipped the back. He didn't want to zip her up. "You'll take the gift."

She didn't argue. Stephen gave her a quick fleeting kiss before going to his jacket. He pulled out the small square box. After taking her to the college campus on Monday, he'd gone into the city and purchased several pieces of expensive jewellery. The moment he saw the ring he was about to give her, he knew it would look perfect on her. He needed to put something on her so other men would know who she belonged to.

"Wear this for me." He sat on the edge of the bed with the box resting on his palm.

"Stephen?" She sounded nervous.

"It's not a wedding ring. This is just a token of my affection."

Her hand trembled as she took the box from him. She opened the lid, and he heard her gasp.

"Stephen." His name came out in a breathless sigh. "It's beautiful. You don't have to buy me any gift."

He waved his hand at her comment. There was so much more he wanted to say to her. Stephen took the box from her hands, took the ring out of the slit, and slid the delicate diamond ring on her finger. He made sure to linger a little. The token of his affection and the mark of his owners.h.i.+p was on her. He moved to her jewellery box and removed the golden necklace from its perch. She stood waiting for him. Stephen pushed her curls out of the way to fit the pendant necklace round her. This necklace had belonged to his mother. His father had told him that the oldest son in the family had to give the necklace to the woman they loved, the woman whom they felt so possessive towards. He knew his feelings for Ursula were verging on obsession. He spent every waking moment thinking about her. Her thoughts and emotions were always on his mind.

"This is such a beautiful necklace," she said.

Laying a kiss to the back of her neck, he let her curls slide down in place. "It was a family heirloom."

"It's an heirloom. Stephen, you never told me this was that valuable." She tried to take the necklace off, but he stopped her.

"Stop it." He ordered her. She stopped immediately. He knew there was a tone of voice he used which got her to do what he wanted straight away. "This is an heirloom pa.s.sed down to the first-born son, who then give it to a woman ... a woman of importance to him."

"You should save it for the woman you're going to marry," she said.

I'm staring at the woman I'm going to marry. You own me, Ursula. Heart, mind, body, and soul. I am yours.

He thought the words that he was unable to say out loud. "I gave the necklace to you, Ursula. I want you to wear it. No one else." He spun her to face him. "I don't want you taking those off. Do you understand?"

"I don't know. These are expensive."

"No. I want you to keep the ring and the necklace on." Stephen stared at her, feeling desperate to have her submit to him at this point.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her full body pressing against his. His c.o.c.k thickened as it always did at her close proximity. "I promise. You're a strange man. Do you know that?"

"I never said I was normal."

"No, you're not. You have a grumpy att.i.tude, and you always make me forget the difference between us."

"What differences?" he asked.

She licked her lips, her tongue peeking out. He got the vision of her on her knees before him as he slid his c.o.c.k into her mouth. A moan escaped him. "Now who's not playing fair?"

"What?" she asked, looking all innocent.

"I will tie you to my bed if you don't stop licking your lips." He moved her back toward the end of the poster, pinning her against the framework.

"Tie me to the bed? That sounds awfully kinky for a guy who has a silver spoon up his a.s.s," she said, teasing him.

"So, you think men who have money can't be kinky?" He smiled thinking about all the wealthy powerful men at his club. Not all of the men had been born into wealth, but a great deal of them had.

"I know what I see in the movies and read. Wealthy men like to be dominated."

He flung his head back and laughed. An image of Cadeon, James, Lucas, and the others tied up in leather ready to be flogged entered his mind.

"You have a lot to learn," he said.

"Are you going to teach me?" She pressed her body against him, her pelvis pressing against his c.o.c.k. He slapped her a.s.s causing her to yelp.

"I'm more than willing to teach you." He soothed the area he slapped. She went to say something more, but the doorbell rang. They both groaned. "We could still ignore it."

"No. I probably have a reputation for being a gold-digger. I don't want to give them any more cause to doubt me."

"They wouldn't dare say anything bad about you," Stephen said.

"Why not?"

"I'm a powerful man, and I can crush them like they're bugs."

She chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."

"I'll go and answer the door."

"Don't be grumpy."

"Why spoil my reputation?" He left the room as she threw a pillow in his direction. The fire inside him had eased the moment he put the ring and necklace on her. He pa.s.sed a picture of his mother in the hall way on the way towards the front door. She wore the necklace in the portrait. His mother looked beautiful and happy. He hoped to one day give Ursula the same happiness.

He opened the door with the scowl returning. Members of the club had arrived, along with a couple of the directors on his board. He didn't like entertaining in his home. This was the first year he'd done any entertaining. Cadeon, with Violet and Lucas, walked in first.

"It's cold out there. I was freezing my nuts off," Lucas said.

Cadeon laughed. "I was surprised to get an invite." He held Violet at his side, a protective arm around his woman. "Where is your woman, anyway? She's been getting a lot of speculation just recently."

As if she heard them, Ursula appeared at the top of the stairs. "Has Stephen become grumpy again?"

She began to descend the stairs. Stephen felt a lump form in his throat. In the light of the hall and stairs she looked absolutely stunning. He moved to the stairs oblivious to the glances coming their way.

Stephen held out his hand, which she took.

"Isn't he always grumpy? You look gorgeous, Ursula," Cadeon said. Stephen introduced her to Violet. Both women went into the kitchen. The waiters arrived to bring help with drinks. In no time at all, the small dinner was in full swing. Stephen hated every second of her being in the company of other men. He wanted to pull her away from everyone and keep her to himself.

He took a long drink of whiskey. Sean turned up, and he sat with the men from the club. They asked him for updates on the problems he'd told them happening between Ravage and Possession.

"What does James think about everything?" Sean asked.

"He has his team on it, and so do I. The last thing we need is either club to become public knowledge." Stephen sipped his beer, at the same time searching for Ursula. She stood with Violet. No one else was next to them.

"You feel it, too, don't you?" Cadeon asked.

"Feel what?" Stephen tore his gaze away from her to stare at his friend.

"The need to go to her. You feel yourself losing control when a man takes a step in her direction."