Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

Seeing the fear in her eyes, Alex regretted not being able to confide in her about his one problem: his manipulative and sexually charged stepmother. But he didn’t feel he knew Serena well enough to share that part of his life. In fact, he doubted he would ever see her again once she left his apartment. Despite only knowing her for 24 hours, her presence in his life completed him, and he couldn’t bear the thought of her leaving.

Shaking her head, Serena remained unconvinced by his response. “What do you mean, nothing? You just threw your phone and cursed loudly. How am I supposed to believe everything is fine?” she questioned, wary of his volatile mood and potential to hurt her.

Alex turned to face her, realizing the depth of her fear. He approached her gently, holding her shoulder as he looked into her eyes. “Serena, I’m sorry for scaring you. I promise you, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I received a message that could instantly ruin my mood, but I would never hurt you, no matter what,” he assured her, hopeful that she could let go of the recent incident and find peace in their relationship.

Serena nodded and walked toward the phone, intending to open the message, but Alex hurried over to her and snatched it from her hand. “No, you don’t need to see what was sent to me,” he told her firmly.

Studying his face for a moment, Serena nodded once more. Alex leaned in and softly kissed her forehead, seeking to reassure her of his intentions.

“It is still raining, we should go to bed,” Alex said, taking her hand and leading her to the bed. As Serena slept peacefully in his arms, Alex’s mind was filled with various thoughts. He couldn’t comprehend why Pearl had chosen to frustrate him after his efforts to ensure she stayed away from him. Since his return to NYC, he hadn’t bothered to contact his father, and the old billionaire hadn’t made any attempt to reach out to him either. Nevertheless, Alex could sense that his father was keeping a close eye on him.

Gently, Alex placed Serena’s head on the pillow and watched her deep slumber. Her beauty was captivating, and he admired the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She was the first woman he had brought to his apartment. It was a rule he had always followed – never allowing any of the women he slept with to spend the night in his penthouse. Instead, he would take them to a five-star hotel, leaving them to wake up to an empty bedroom, with no sign of him.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he realized that this woman, peacefully sleeping in his bed, had made him break two of his steadfast rules. He had kissed her on the first night they met, and now she lay in his private bedroom, and in his arms. The memory of his father’s words did not escape him. If he calculated correctly, he had been in NYC for two weeks and had two more weeks to introduce his future bride to his father. Alex glanced at the sleeping woman beside him, wondering if Serena could be the one he chooses.

The chemistry between them was undeniable, and the pleasure he experienced with her surpassed anything he had ever felt before. He knew he had an effect on her, just as she had on him. Alex wondered if she had ever considered marriage at the young age of twenty-four. However, he dismissed the idea of asking her such a silly question. He needed his father to grant him more time to find a wife. Alex got dressed, ready to leave the bedroom, when he heard Serena sobbing. He turned to see her still peacefully asleep.

His heart ached at the sight of her crying in her sleep. He had considered asking her why she was crying, but decided against it. They had only known each other for the past 24 hours, and he doubted she would be willing to open up to him so soon. Walking over to her, he gently caressed her hair as he observed the tears cascading down her cheeks and onto her pillow.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Upon realization, Alex’s mind was flooded with the knowledge that Serena had been injured and was still in the process of healing. The mere thought of some unknown scoundrel inflicting harm upon her ignited a fiery rage within him. If he were to ever get his hands on that despicable person, he would tear them apart limb by limb.

“Serena!” he softly called out her name, gently shaking her as tears continued to cascade from her eyes. He observed as her eyelids slowly fluttered open, their gazes locking in an instant.

Alex felt his breath catch in his throat as he beheld the pain reflected in Serena’s eyes. “Are you alright, Serena? Has someone hurt you?” he inquired, torn between wanting her to confide in him and not becoming too entangled in her troubles.

“I’m fine,” she assured him, wiping the tears away from her face. Her eyes wandered around the room until they settled upon the clock, which displayed the time as 3pm. Serena’s eyes widened in shock, unable to fathom that she had slept for over five hours without Alex bothering to awaken her.