Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Alajos sighed, knowing that to continue this topic would surely lead to an argument. He quickly changed the subject, “I have some important matters to attend to and must leave now. I can’t be with you today. How about…”

“I don’t need your company. Just take me back to the Golden Hill Apartment,” Vivian said, turning her face away.

“That’s impossible,” Alajos flatly refused her, and continued his earlier interrupted thought, “Why not let Luzia go shopping with you? There are many large malls in Houston. You can walk around, shop and get beautified.”

Alajos handed over the black card that Luzia had last time, but Vivian didn’t even want to look at it, “I have no desire to shop; I want to go back to the Golden Hill Apartment!”

“Vivian,” Alajos looked at her helplessly, his attitude firm, “I’ve already brought you to my apartment, it’s impossible for me to take you back now.”

“Why? This is imprisonment!”

“No, I’m simply ensuring that my fiancee doesn’t disappear before the wedding. I need to make sure that my wedding goes on smoothly and on time,” Alajos insisted, still holding out the black card to her, even pushing it a little closer to her, “And I’m not restricting your personal freedom. You can still go out, go shopping.”

“I don’t need any of these,” Vivian still refused to accept the black card from Alajos, “I don’t want to spend your money; I have my own.”

Vivian wouldn’t take it, and Alajos made no move to retract his offer, so the standoff continued.

Having watched the scene for a while, Luzia decided this could not go on and took the black card from Alajos, then took Vivian by the arm, “What’s so bad about shopping? It makes me happy.”

“In that case, I entrust Vivian to you. Have fun,” Alajos said, straightening his clothes.

Alajos was dressed in a deep gray suit today, with the second button done up, no tie. Vivian could only see a glimpse of his neck and the prominent Adam’s apple. When he spoke, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, a mixture of sensuality and restraint, making it hard to imagine what kissing him would feel like.

This thought was not quite right! Vivian was shocked by her own imagination and quickly looked down, only to be even more shocked to realize she had come downstairs in her pajamas, and as she disliked wearing a bra to bed-her breasts were unprotected by a bra, clearly outlined against the soft fabric of her pajamas.

It was an embarrassing realization.

Vivian’s face burned with blush. She wanted to cover herself with her arms but felt that such a sudden movement would be too obvious and Alajos would definitely notice.

Just as Vivian was at a loss for an excuse to return to her room, Alajos prepared to leave. Before departing, he leaned in close to Vivian and kissed her forehead, “I hope you have a pleasant day, my fiancee.”

After Alajos left, Vivian still hadn’t recovered. She touched the place where he had kissed her; his lips had been warm and soft, seemingly accelerating her heartbeat more than his cold and fierce exterior.

Luzia, her face flushed with excitement, her eyes squinting with joy, commented, “Alajos is such a romantic man.”

“A kiss is romantic?” Vivian retorted with a flushed face, quickly running back upstairs, “I need to change.”

All of Vivian’s clothes were still at the Golden Hill Apartment, and Alajos showed no intention of having someone fetch them because he had already bought her many new clothes, shoes, and bags, filling the wardrobe in her room.

Luzia mentioned that this was only part of it. There were all kinds of seasonal dresses, gowns, matching handbags, shoes, and jewelry necklaces for her to wear after the wedding, all stored in the walk-in closet of Alajos’s room.

Alajos’s room was not far from Vivian’s current room, just across the hallway, while Luzia’s room was upstairs; only Vivian and Alajos lived on the second floor.

Vivian chose a white blouse and low-rise jeans. The bras were in a small box; she grabbed one randomly, threw it on the bed, and began to change.

Her statement about not wanting to go shopping wasn’t made in anger. She hadn’t slept well the night before and genuinely lacked the energy for shopping, even the act of changing was sluggish.

As she buttoned up her jeans, Vivian took off her top, about to put on her bra, when she heard the sound of the door opening. Thinking Luzia hadcome to hurry her, she said, “Please wait a moment, I’ll be right… Alajos?”

Vivian turned around, only to realize that it wasn’t Luzia at the door but Alajos! Suppressing a scream, she quickly clutched her chest with her hands.

But it was futile; Alajos had seen everything, especially her full breasts which, under the tight grip of her arms, had squeezed out from the sides, presenting an even more enticing view.

Just the sight of Vivian in such a state elicited a reaction from Alajos. Vivian, for her part, didn’t miss the obvious bulge in his area.

She was both embarrassed and annoyed, her voice trembling with a shout, “Have you seen enough? Please leave!”

Vivian quickly turned back, hastily putting on her bra. Her hands were shaking so badly that it took a while to fasten it. She then hurriedly put on her shirt, buttoning it up to the second button before she felt secure.

Taking a deep breath, she finally gathered the courage to look back at the door, only to realize that Alajos had already left.

Vivian felt weak, collapsing on the bed, her limbs cold.

“Vivian?” Luzia, having waited for a long time and growing impatient, went upstairs to check on her, “What’s wrong with you? Why are you so pale, are you feeling unwell? Are you sick?”

“No, I’m fine, I’m not sick, I just…” Vivian stopped mid-sentence, unsure how to explain to Luzia. Her mind was filled with Alajos’s gaze from before, that ravenous look that seemed to want to devour her right there and then was too terrifying. Alajos’s eyes were clearly brown, but she felt as if they were green, the eyes of a hungry wolf.

And then… the bulge from Alajos, it was so… large.

Vivian couldn’t help covering her face, feeling the heat spread from her cheeks to her ears, her entire body seemingly aflame, though she knew she wasn’t sick.

“Do we need to call the family doctor?” Luzia asked, still worried, feeling Vivian’s forehead which seemed almost burning up.

“Really, there’s no need,” Vivian fanned her face vigorously, “Let’s go out, didn’t you want to go shopping?”

“Do you not like shopping?”

“It’s not that, I just don’t want to spend Alajos’s money.”

“What’s the problem with that?” Luzia said, “He has a lot of money, the kind he can’t spend all of it even if he tried.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Vivian shook her head, “That’s his money, not mine.”

“What does it matter, after the wedding, his will all be yours.”

If this conversation had happened before, Vivian would certainly have retorted, “But I don’t want to marry him at all.” Although she hadn’t changed her mind, if she truly couldn’t escape the fate of marrying, then perhaps marrying Alajos wouldn’t be unacceptable.

After all, Alajos was young, handsome, and his physique was…

Vivian’s face flushed again, his physique was also very nice.