Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Harper lay on the ground, waiting for a while, but it was still pitch black around her. In the silent environment, she could only hear the sound of her own heartbeat.

Harper reluctantly stood up from the ground. She rubbed her legs and groped her way back to the study; her phone was there.

Along the way, she bumped into several things. Suddenly, she saw a dark figure not far away.

“Who’s there?” She called out in fear.

‘Damn Blaze, leaving me alone in such a big house. I want to go back to her old cabin.’

She stood there trembling, too scared to move.

Suddenly, a phone ringtone echoed from the direction of the study.

It was Harper’s exclusive ringtone for Blaze. But now, it sounded spine-chilling.

The ringtone continued to echo loudly in the quiet and spacious house, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Harper took several deep breaths before mustering the courage to continue walking. As she approached, she realized that the dark figure was just a curved artwork hanging on a wooden rack.

Harper patted her chest, still shaken. Instead of hopping, she limped into the study in the darkness.

The only source of light in the study was the phone on the desk.

Step by step, she approached. Just as she reached the desk, the phone stopped ringing, probably reaching its last tone.

But it immediately vibrated again. Harper picked up the phone without looking and answered it, her voice tinged with lingering frustration, “Do you have any idea how scary it is here? I’m telling you, I don’t want to stay here anymore!”

“Harper, what’s wrong? What happened?” A man’s anxious voice came through the phone.

Logan’s voice.

Harper froze, setting down the phone, and was shocked to see the screen displaying “Logan.”

It was the first time in many years that he had called her on his own initiative.

Harper stared at the phone blankly until she heard Logan’s anxious inquiries, “Harper, Harper? What’s going on?”

She brought the phone back to her ear, “It’s nothing, really. Nothing at all.”

“No, something’s not right. You sound scared. Tell me, what happened?”

Logan’s concerned tone in the phone made her feel at a loss. She was indeed scared. But what could fear do?

“Really, it’s nothing. I thought it was someone else calling. Is there something you need?? If not, I’m hanging up.” Harper didn’t want to say more and hung up the phone directly.

Before hanging up, she heard Logan say, “I’m coming to find you.”

‘Find me? He didn’t even know where I am.’

The fear in Harper’s heart suddenly cooled down after Logan’s call. She stared at the phone, and when Logan’s call came through again, she shut down the phone directly. For six years after Logan’s surgery, she had been waiting for him to come find her, waiting for him to be as gentle as he used to be. But now, she had given up. And now, finally, he came. But she had become Blaze’s woman, and he, her brother-in-law.

Harper put the phone in her pocket, sat alone in the chair, and prepared to stay up all night alone, just like when she was seven years old.

…

A white Porsche sped in and headed straight for Building A.

Logan was in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he approached Building A. Suddenly, a gray sports car zoomed past him, overtaking him.

The gray sports car abruptly spun around and blocked his path.

Logan jerked, quickly hitting the brakes. A figure got out of the car and hurried into Building A.

‘Blaze? What was he doing here?’

…

In the pitch-black study, Harper sat for a long, long time.

Suddenly, she thought of something and stood up, feeling her way to the window and pulling aside the thick curtains.

There were lights outside.

‘Sure enough, only this place has a power outage. No need to guess-it must be Blaze who cut off the power. The water was cut off earlier today, and I don’t think much of it at the time, but now … It’s all Blaze’s doing. He left in such a rage yesterday, how could he easily let me off?’

Harper looked out at the lights outside and decided to leave this big house. She stood up, gritting her teeth against the pain, and limped out.

Suddenly, a series of knocks echoed on the door.

In the darkness, Harper’s face turned pale.

“What’s going on?”

In an instant, her memory flashed back to when she was seven years old, alone in a dark house with burglars at the door. She hid under the sofa at her relative’s house, watching as the two pairs of feet walked from left to right, and from right to left, the flashlight beam swinging back and forth.

‘Another burglar? No fear, I am not seven anymore.’ Harper, with a pale face, searched for a place to hide.

Then came the sound of the door being kicked open, and a furious voice rang out, “Harper, dare to not pick up my calls? Dare to turn off your phone? Why is your phone still in use? Who are you talking to? Tell me! Is there another man? If you don’t explain, I’ll kill you today!”

Blaze stormed in, he was almost exploding with rage. He had been waiting at home for two whole days. She didn’t come to beg him, not even a phone call. Dylan said all girls were afraid of the dark, so he cut off her power and called her. But she didn’t pick up, she even turned off her phone… Damn this woman!

Blaze strode in, locking onto the figure frozen on the sofa.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Harper, you’re in trouble today!” Blaze charged forward, grabbing her arm. Then he heard a low sob.

“Are you crying?”

Blaze stood in front of her, his voice suddenly softening.

“Did you cut off the power, Blaze? Is all of this some kind of sick joke to you? You want me dead, you don’t need to go through all this trouble…” Harper choked out, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face. Fear, terror, anger-all rushed at her like a tidal wave.

‘Her voice trembled. Turns out, Dylan was right-girls really are afraid of the dark.’ Blaze reached out to caress her face, finding it wet and cold. His fingers traced over her lips, which were still trembling.

She pushed his hand away.

Blaze frowned, displeased, “Alright, alright, you women are so timid. Stop crying.”

“You just want to see me in this miserable state, don’t you?” she choked, tears flowing uncontrollably, “I want to leave. I want to go.” She didn’t want to stay in this house, it was too big and too dark.

The hint of childishness in her tone softened Blaze’s heart, “Fine, let’s go!”

Blaze wrapped his arm around her and led her out of the house. In the darkness, Harper’s vision was limited, so she had to rely on him to guide her.

Once outside, the corridor was brightly lit. Harper pushed Blaze’s hand away and leaned against the wall, wiping away her tears.

“Harper…” Blaze glared at her, annoyed.

She looked up at him, tear streaks all over her face.

Harper’s voice still trembled, “Blaze, you’ve gone too far. I hate you… Mmm…”

Suddenly, Blaze lunged at her, silencing her unfinished words with a forceful kiss.

Harper’s eyes widened in shock as she tried to push him away.

Blaze kissed her aggressively, like a child biting into something with no finesse. He grabbed her wandering hands and pinned them to the wall, rendering her unable to move.

Harper struggled desperately.

Blaze kissed her soft lips dominantly, tasting their sweetness and inhaling the faint scent on her skin.

When he finally released her, Harper breathed heavily.

“Alright, I know you’ve been scared tonight.” Blaze said.

“I-”

“Let’s forget about what happened before. As a man, I won’t argue with you, a little woman.”

Harper stared at him speechlessly.

“Who’s there?” Blaze suddenly turned his head to look down the corridor.