Free Obsession by Samantha Harrington Page A

order me out who the fuck does he think he is just because we have fucked twice does not give him the power to rule me, hell no!
    “I only came to see what was going on, I don’t need a fucking lecture you arsehole.” Rage runs through me at this point and I just want to slap him, across that face, gone is the man who 30 minutes ago had me bent over this desk making me scream for a whole other reason and in his place is the arrogant, self-assured prick of a boss who has to control every little detail of what is going on around him.
    “I told you to leave Faith. This does not concern you. It’s my fucking business not yours.” he snaps at me and I feel like a child being told off, to say my mood was really becoming sour was an understatement.
    “You know what fine, have it your way I will go.”
    I turn around walking back the way I came in, just who the hell does he think he is ? The arrogant arse, he wants me to go, fine! That’s what I will do. I rush down the hall and pass the living room coming to his bedroom. Stepping inside I slam the door behind me, I don’t care if I am heard, I want to stomp, scream and throw something heavy, preferably at his head. But he hasn’t followed me so I will just have to settle for the wall.
    Pulling my bag out of his walk in wardrobe, I stomp around some more pulling my few items of clothes that I brought with me and stuffing them into the bag I don’t care if they are folded or not. I want out of this house.
    Zipping up the bag I grab my jacket and bag and set off, the only aim in my head is to get out of this house.
    I walk out of the door from the bedroom and head towards the front door of this beautiful house, the natural creams and brown colours that line all the walls make it clean and warm and inviting I wonder who decorated this house was it a ex or a designer or a family member. It just goes to show I hardly know anything about him, the only thing I am certain of is my body’s reaction to his kisses and touches. They make me feel alive something, I did not even realise that I was missing from my life how can one person live everyday but not feel alive, I don’t think I will ever not crave his touch.
    I see the door ahead of me and I walk as quickly as I can, when I reach it I see that no one has come looking for me. Pulling open the door I get outside, just as I walk away, I feel the hand clamp around my arm spinning me back around, but it’s not who I expected it to be, “Malc” I breath slightly scared and relieved at the same time.
    “Where do you think you’re going Faith, you know you can’t be out here it’s not safe.” His words are a warning but they show that he cares as well.
    “Well I’m not staying in there, you should have heard how he spoke to me, and I am not some drone he can order about.”
    I realise I do not want to be someone he orders about, damn feelings always stirring up trouble where there should be none, after all if it wasn’t for Damien then I would be at the hands of my father suffering God knows what. “Just give him time to sort his shit out Faith.” I do like Malc’s voice it has a lovely low tone to it, the accent did make him sound sexy and gruff but it was nothing compared to Damien’s, his silky voice makes my insides squirm.
    “What does he expect me to do? Just stand there while he dictates to me. That just isn’t going to happen.” As the anger flares up again, it was also embarrassment that I was feeling, the way he had spoken to me like that. That is what really had me running, I know deep down that I do not want to leave, but I’m making a stand, damn it.
    “I can’t let you leave you know that, don’t make me manhandle you, I’ve done it before I will do it again little one, I don’t answer to you, he gives me my orders and I listen and follow.” I shrink back a little at the memory of being taken, all that I had come to endure due to my father's actions still burned deep, but to come face to face