The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 221: Playing with Fire

Chapter 221: Playing with Fire

When they returned home, Abby sensed the simmering anger radiating from Remo, so she wisely chose to remain silent. Without a word, she swiftly changed out of her gala attire and retreated to the bathroom for a shower, hoping to give Remo some space to cool down.

Meanwhile, Remo couldn’t shake off the feeling of intense anger and jealousy that had consumed him. The image of Alex’s hands around Abby’s waist replayed in his mind like a broken record, fueling the fire of his rage. He paced the room, his jaw clenched tight, his fists balled at his sides. It was a tumultuous storm of emotions swirling within him, threatening to engulf him entirely.

In desperate need of some form of release, Remo made his way to the alcohol aisle, his steps heavy with frustration. He poured himself a generous glass of bourbon, the amber liquid swirling enticingly in the glass. As he raised the glass to his lips, the pungent aroma of the alcohol hit him, stinging his nostrils with its sharpness.

With a heavy sigh, Remo took a sip, the fiery liquid burning its way down his throat with each swallow. It was a bitter reminder of his own turmoil, a temporary reprieve from the chaos raging within him. But even as he drank, he knew that alcohol could only numb the pain for so long.

He needed to calm down before he lost control completely. Determined to regain his composure, Remo took another gulp of the bourbon, feeling its warmth spread through his veins, dulling the edge of his anger ever so slightly. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, willing himself to find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos

As Remo stood in the dimly lit room, his fingers clenched tightly around the glass of bourbon, conflicting emotions waged war within him. On one hand, there was a burning jealousy that seared through his veins like molten lava, threatening to consume him whole. The mere thought of another man’s hands on Abby, of anyone daring to lay claim to what he considered his, ignited a fierce protectiveness deep within him.

Yet, intertwined with that jealousy was an undeniable love that he refused to acknowledge, even to himself. He had built walls around his heart, convinced that love was nothing more than a weakness, a vulnerability to be exploited. But Abby had effortlessly shattered those walls, worming her way into the very core of his being with her infectious laughter and unwavering loyalty.

Now, as he grappled with the sight of another man’s presence around her, he found himself torn between the desire to lay claim to her as his own and the fear of admitting the depth of his feelings. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, of letting her slip through his fingers like sand, yet he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words that would bind them together.

In the midst of his inner turmoil, Remo took another sip of bourbon, the bitter taste serving as a stark reminder of the bitter truth he dared not confront. He was in love with Abby, irrevocably and undeniably, but he was too afraid to admit it, too afraid to risk everything he had built for the chance of something more.

The sound of footsteps startled Remo out of his thoughts. He had been so lost in his internal turmoil that he hadn’t even noticed her approaching him. He whipped around, his eyes widening in surprise, and as his gaze met hers, he saw a wince of apprehension flicker across her features.

It was the first time he had looked at her since they had left the gala, and he realized immediately that his expression was likely not pleasant. She stood before him, wrapped in a white towel, her red hair cascading loosely over one shoulder, the ends dripping onto the floor.

Her eyes flickered briefly to the crystal bottle in his hand, then dropped to the floor as she avoided his gaze. Remo stared at her in silence, his own emotions churning within him. With each passing second, he felt his inner turmoil begin to subside.

Despite his conflicted feelings, seeing her standing there before him, vulnerable and uncertain, softened something within him. He took a deep breath, willing himself to push aside the storm of emotions raging within him. Taking a step forward, he reached out to gently cup her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his own.

"I’m sorry," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I didn’t mean to frighten you. I... I was just lost in my thoughts."

Abby reached out to smooth the collar of Remo’s shirt, her touch gentle yet firm as she leaned in to whisper, "Calm down. That’s all you need to do. Calm down. I’m yours."

Remo’s breath hitched in his throat, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and desire. In one swift motion, his hands found their way to Abby’s waist, pulling her closer until she was seated on the counter before him. "Say that again," he growled, his voice low and husky.

His hands moved upwards, his touch sending shivers down Abby’s spine as he squeezed just below her ribs. "Tell me one more time I need to calm down," he demanded, his tone tinged with urgency.

"You need—" Abby grabbed his shirt collar, her voice a whisper as she drew him closer, "—to calm down. Remember I’m yours only ."

Remo’s lips crashed against hers in a passionate frenzy, their kiss a clash of tongues and teeth fueled by raw emotion. His hand slid around her back, fingers tangling in her hair, while the other found its way to her neck, his touch possessive and commanding.

"Say it again," he demanded, his breath hot against her skin as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Tell me to fucking calm down, Abby."

Abby’s heart raced as she felt the sharp tug of Remo’s hand in her hair, a welcome jolt of sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Calm down," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Remo’s touch sent shivers down Abby’s spine as he trailed his finger down her jawline, his touch both tender and possessive. His thumb brushed lightly across her lower lip, causing her heart to flutter with emotion.

"You..." His voice was a whisper, filled with intensity as he gazed into her eyes.

"Are..." His touch lingered, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"Mine."

"I am yours." Abby’s voice trembled with emotion as she echoed his words, her heart overflowing with love and vulnerability

Gently, Remo tucked a damp strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch tender and reassuring. "Can’t you see why I struggle to control my protectiveness of you?"

"Yes..." She breathed, her voice barely a whisper as she leaned into his touch, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I was so mad seeing his arms around your waist," Remo confessed, his voice tight with emotion.

"Are you still jealous?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his.

Remo shook his head slowly. "No."

She pouted slightly. "That’s a shame... You’re quite sexy when you’re jealous. I might be tempted to piss you off again... and quite soon, too..."

Remo’s jaw dropped, taken aback by her teasing words, and her eyes twinkled mischievously. Then, she turned on her heel and strode toward the bedroom, leaving him gawking after her. Just before she slipped through the door, she looked at him over her shoulder, winked, and dropped the towel she’d been wrapped in.

His eyes raked over her backside, his breath catching in his throat, and his mouth went dry.

"Abby..." he warned, his voice husky with desire.

"Yes?" she said sweetly, slipping through the door with a playful smile, leaving him longing for more

Remo stood there for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to regain his composure. The sight of Abby’s teasing smile and the curve of her body lingered in his mind, igniting a fire within him that he struggled to contain.

With a deep breath, he tore his gaze away from the closed door and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn’t let himself get carried away by her playful antics, no matter how tempting she was.

Making his way to the bedroom, Remo found Abby sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes dancing with mischief as she watched him approach. Despite his earlier resolve, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her, his desire for her burning hotter than ever.

As he reached her side, Remo gently took her hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. "You’re playing with fire, Abby," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire.

Abby’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned in closer to him, her breath mingling with his. "Maybe I like playing with fire," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with playful defiance