Kokonoi thought about how badly he wanted, no, needed to have her.. to possess, to protect. He wanted her to know every fucked up, dark part of him and to love him nonetheless. He couldn’t lie to himself, he was obsessed…and she was clueless.

He swirled the whiskey in his glass, his other hand slipped into the trouser pocket of his suit as he watched you talk to the other executives at the party.

He had no right to be jealous but that didn’t stop it burning through his veins.