Reclaimed Obsession

Chapter 5

Ace

Just the wrong person I needed to talk to.

I cleared my throat and swiped to answer. “Hi, Mom.”

“Jesus, Ace. You sound like a frog.” Pots clattered faintly behind her. “Are you alright?”

My eyes burned. God, I missed her lasagna and her apple pie. “I’m fine, Mom. Remember? Ace always aces it.”

She paused on the other end. “My boy. You always say that when you’re down. Are you sure?”

I nodded vigorously like she could see me. “Yeah.”

“Alright.” She sighed. “Guess who I bumped into at the tuck shop? Our own dear Lena Vilosvasky. She said she ran into you recently, said you looked so gloomy… but she managed to cheer you up.”

I almost choked on my spit. The fuck?

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Samantha asked softly.

“She—she said that?” My voice wobbled. Surely she hadn’t told my mother anything else, right?

Samantha hummed. “Yes. Why?”

I let my breath out in a rush. “Nothing, Mom. Thanks for checking in. I’ve got to go.” I ended the call before she could ask more.

Jesus, Lena. First it was the hickey, and now it’s the fucking ‘cheering me up’ news. What more was she going to do? I had clearly underestimated her comeback. I scrolled through my favourite contacts and pressed the dial.

The phone rang once, then a sultry voice answered.

“As I live and breathe. Ace?” It was Lena.

Fucking hell. I glanced at the dark screen. Even I couldn’t believe she still used this number. “What did you tell my mother?” I grated out.

Lena’s laugh crackled through the line. “Calm down, my love. I ran into her at the market, and she was the one who called me over. I guess she hasn’t forgotten I was supposed to be the real daughter-in-law. You still have my number, Ace.” There was a sadness in her voice.

I scoffed. “And I told you I am married to Clara. Whatever happened between us is not happening again.”

It was silent on the other end of the phone.

“Really?” Lena’s voice sounded unhinged. “I abandoned you once, my love, and I won’t do it again. Now that I’ve tasted your cock, I remember how good it was, and I am never letting go.”

Fuck. My cock twitched to life.

Why did that sound so hot?

Stop it, Ace. Get a grip. You shouldn’t feel this way.

Still, I almost slipped my hand into my trousers to relieve myself.

“I bet you’ve got a boner just from listening to me talk dirty, baby.”

I bit down on my lower lip.

“You’ve always been so responsive to me, ready to fuck even when you could barely keep your eyes—”

I ended the call before I could humiliate myself any further.

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I barely slept.

By four in the morning I was staring at the ceiling, running the same loop in my head.

Clara in my study, the stranger's hands on her hips… and underneath it all, Lena's voice sitting in the back of my head like a song I couldn't shake.

At six, I gave up and got dressed.

The house was quiet when I came down. There was no sign of Clara. Good. I grabbed my keys, poured coffee into a travel mug, and was nearly at the door when I heard her hiss.

"Leaving without saying goodbye?"

I stopped.

Shit.

Clara was at the kitchen island, dressed like she had somewhere important to be. Her hair was done, had red lipstick on… the shade she only wore when she wanted someone's attention. She was holding a mug in both hands and watching me like I was mildly entertaining.

The image of her taking that large cock, flashed through my mind.

"Don't," I said.

"Don't what?" She tilted her head. "I just asked a question."

"I'm going to work."

"Mm." She sipped her coffee. "Daniel called, by the way. He wants to have dinner with us this weekend. The three of us." Her eyes stayed on mine. "I told him we'd be there."

Uneasiness crept up my neck.

"You told him we'd be there," I repeated slowly.

"Is that a problem?"

I stared at the woman I had chosen, and iciness coiled around my heart. "The man you had in my study last night," I said quietly. "Does Daniel know about him too? Or is that one yours alone?"

Her expression didn't change.

That was what scared me.

"Have a good day at work, Ace. And don't take the car. I'm sure you can figure something out." She turned back to her coffee.

Good talk.

I walked out.

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My firm was a twenty-minute drive, and for the first fifteen minutes the driver didn't turn the radio on. I rested my head on the window, trying to figure out how I'd let my life become this.

The driver parked not so gently. I grabbed my bag, made sure to collect my change, and walked in.

Nadia, my assistant, was already at her desk. She wore a ponytail with an unusually bright innocent—

“Morning, Mr. Sinclair. You have a nine o'clock with the Morrison account, and Mr. Ellison moved his eleven to two."

"Thanks." I moved past her toward my office.

"Also," she called after me, "there's someone waiting for you inside."

I paused. "Who cleared that?"

She looked genuinely puzzled. "She said you were expecting her. I assumed it was your wife—"

I pushed the door open.

Lena was sitting in the chair across from my desk.

She was wearing a cream blouse that hugged her busty tits so tightly and black shirts. Her hair was loose over her shoulders and brushing the tops of her hard nipples, and she had one red heel dangling lazily off her foot.

She smiled when she saw me. "Morning, love."

I shut the door behind me.

"How did you get in here?" I asked dryly. How could I have forgotten how much of a stalker Lena was back then.

She shrugged one shoulder. "Your assistant is very trusting." She glanced around the office, taking it in. "Nice place. Your wife set this up for you, didn't she?"

There it was.