Obsession is in my nature. Or is it called hyper fixation now? Whatever it is, I’m the poster boy for it. I’ve spent most of my adolescence into my adulthood obsessing over finding my mother’s murderer. Still am, by the way.
I’ve also been obsessive over my career. I’ve never backed down from taking my magazine to the next level, eager to stay relevant in a world of ever-changing media.
But my greatest obsession has been Selene Walker. With her shy nature, secret inner fire she reserves for only those she truly deems worthy, and her salacious green eyes, I can’t seem to get enough. Simply thinking about her makes my heart hammer erratically and makes my dick painfully hard. And just when I didn’t think I could be more insanely obsessed with her, she’s going to have my baby.
There were moments in my life I never thought this was the direction it would take. I was too career focused. Too caught up in my grief. Too obsessed with my sister’s best friend. But here I am, the luckiest fucking man on the planet.
Every minute, every single solitary second since she told methe news, three days ago, has been spent thinking about the two of them.
Sitting in hours-long board meetings? Selene and the baby.
Sprinting on the treadmill? Selene and the baby.
Drinks with West and Asher? Selene and the baby.
Love has turned me utterly crazy in the best way possible.
Selene and I agreed to keep the news of her pregnancy to ourselves until the doctor confirms it, which means we haven’t told our friends or family. But that hasn’t stopped us from wanting to celebrate.
The night sky is already pitch black from the view in my office. Cory steps out with a stack of paperwork tucked under his arm. Once he’s gone, I’m switching off my computer when Selene’s name flashes across my phone screen.
I pick it up and quickly swipe my thumb across the green button while I finish gathering the papers scattered across my desk. “I know I’m late for our date, Wallflower. I got caught up in my meeting with Cory.”
“I figured that’s what happened.” She sighs heavily into the phone.
I stop what I’m doing, nearly dropping the papers on my desk. “Is everything okay?” Fuck, I need to calm down.
“Of course.” Her voice lightens. “I’ve just been looking forward to this date all day. We haven’t been on the yacht in months.”
“I know. Not since our group got together that first time. I was playing poker, and you were wearing that sexy as fuck blue bikini.”
“You remember that?” Her giggle sends a jolt of electricity through my veins.
“Of course, I do.” I clear my throat. “I told you I’ve been obsessed with you since I met you.”
“You know, I guess in a way you were a wallflower, too, huh?” she teases.
A smile slowly spreads across my mouth. God, this womanownsme.
“On second thought, I bet it would be faster for you to come up to my office than to meet me on the yacht.”
“Holt. Howard is already driving me there. So, no, it wouldn’t be faster. I’d be going in the opposite direction.”
“Well, shit. I got my hopes up imagining bending you over my desk. You know it’s one of my favorite views of you.”
“Did I know that?” she teases again.
We laugh as I organize the rest of the paperwork for me to go over tomorrow.
“Of course I knew that, Holt,” Selene adds, her laughter fading. “But there are other places I can bend over on your yacht.”
My dick twitches, the thought of sinking myself into her with the sparkling water of the Hudson in the background waking it up.
I shut off my lamp and grab my suit jacket from the hook near the door of my office. “I’m on my way now.”
“Good,” Selene says proudly. “I’ll be waiting.” She ends the last word in a singsong voice that makes me want to take the fastest way possible to get to my girl.
I quickly utter an, “I love you,”before ending the call and rushing out of my office.
