Damien's Lethal Obsession

Erika POV

The rays of sunlight started spreading across the whole sky, indicating the arrival of a sunny morning. But I was still sleeping peacefully on my bed. As the beam of sunlight broke into my room and caressed my face, I opened my eyes, waking up from sleep.

I rubbed my eyes and almost jumped out of my bed as I glanced at the time. Today, I am so happy, as it's one of the biggest days of my life. Well, you must be wondering what it is, so let me tell you, today is my papa's promotion ceremony. He is going to be promoted today.

Oh yes, I also have a lot of work to do. And most importantly, I also have to prepare the speech of Papa. I remembered as I squeaked in happiness.

I rushed to the washroom and, after taking a bath, I got ready and went to my father's room.

This is me, Erika Smith. I am an eighteen-year-old girl. Nowadays, I am busy preparing for my entrance exams. I want to become a chartered accountant.

I am a girl with pure beauty and innocence. With deep green eyes, white puffy cheeks, pink plump lips, a small button nose, golden brown hair, attractive facial features, and a curvy and petite figure, it is a sight to behold for everyone. This is not me, but people around me say whenever they see me for the first time, hehe. The shades of innocence cascading on my face and my sweet, melodious voice are something that drives one into its spell and makes them crazy for me. These are the words that I mostly hear, especially from those boys in my class and those living in my neighborhood. I have a heart like a sparrow. Simplicity and sincerity are what attract me most to others.

I am believed to be a very naive girl who is unaware of the cunningness, deception, and double faces of people around her.

Mostly, I quickly trust other people around me. I am a sympathetic girl who believes in spreading good virtues and helping others in their troubled times.

I have only one friend. Her name is Lilly Gray. She also has a boyfriend whose name is Derek Anderson. They have been in a relationship for the last two years.

My father's name is Smith Dawson. He is an accountant for one of the reputable companies in the city. Recently, my father got a promotion in his job based on his current designation.

My father adores me. I am very precious to him. For my better future and my happy life, he can go to any extent. This is what he told me once. Though his words scare the shit out of me, I still comprehend what he means by saying such words.

I was a small child of five years when my mother demised and, after that, it was only my father who upbringing me took care of me, raised me, making me a confident, intelligent, and hard-working girl.

My father looks very innocent and simple by his looks, but there are so many secrets of his life he carries in his heart. Despite all of this, he cares about me as, according to him, his life resides only and only in his daughter, Erika.

My papa took me in his embrace as he found me in his room. I asked him about the preparation of the speech, but he sent me to pick up his clothes from the laundry, assuring me he would prepare the speech for the ceremony. I had to comply with his words and head out of his room and out of the house.

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Damien POV

I was standing in front of four boys, whom I had beaten to a pulp. They were all tied to chairs, begging me, asking for my mercy. But I wasn't interested in listening to their pleas as my focus was more concentrated on beating them all to the blues.

My hands and clothes were all covered in their blood. I had already turned into a mode of savage, ruthless, and merciless. I was enjoying the wretched state of the boys as it was giving me inner peace after seeing their miserability and helplessness. Their begging was working like an anecdote to my ears.

I am Damien Black. I'm best known as a 32-year-old successful businessman, running supply chains of different building construction equipment industries and resorts, not only nationally but internationally as well. In a mere three years, I had established my reign as a famous businessman.

Although running my business is just a facade, it does great help in hiding my identity as a mafia man, as mafia men are very paranoid about their security. I convert the black money from the illegal deals into white money via my company. As long as I get money, no business is legal or illegal for me.

There are only a few people who know about my underground business and activities. And none of my enemies had seen my actual face yet. I always do my work in a way that no one can get any clue about it. For the rest of the world, I am an arrogant billionaire, carrying an aura of professionalism, divergence, and determination.

Once upon a time, I was a very poor and wretched orphan boy, and now nothing but a cold-blooded businessman. The journey from being penniless to being an aloof businessman went through a painful history, and the only thing that kept me alive was the support and assistance of my best buddies, Derek Anderson and Daniel Morgan. It was because of them that I found a purpose in life and thrived in making one.

I don't fear death. In fact, I wish the end would come to me sooner than it was planned so that I would be free from this two-faced world.

The only word I loathe in this world is the word love. Love or affection are words that don't hold any place in my dictionary. For me, a woman is a piece of thing that can be used to quench my lust and fulfill my sexual needs. It's normal for me to use a woman and throw her away like a tissue.

If I believe and trust in anyone, then it's no one else but my right-hand man, Derek Anderson, and left-hand man, Daniel Morgan. They are both my greatest strength and the reason why no one dared to mess with me.

They are my eyes and ears. My invincible network made me a powerful billionaire, I'm right now. They had my back and vice versa.

I had turned almost dead to the pleadings for the sake of their lives. Their pain and suffering weren't affecting me in any way. That's why, without giving further ado, I took out the gun from the holster and pointed it at them. I fired a gunshot and shot all of them one by one. Because of the impact of the bullet, their blood splashed on my face and clothes while shooting each one of them.

After making sure they had died and were not breathing anymore, I left the place but did not forget to burst into loud laughter before leaving.

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Erika POV

In the evening, I got ready and left with my father for the venue for the ceremony.

I was wearing a pink frock and pink tights with black heels. I tied my hair in a loose bun and left a few strands of my hair falling on either side of my face. In the name of makeup, I just applied mascara with eyeliner, shaded my cheeks light pink, and painted my lips orange. I was looking breathtakingly beautiful and alluring in that look.

As I stepped into the hall, everyone looked in my direction. I could sense people scrutinizing their eyes, lingering on me as I made my way forward between them. Through their eyes, they appreciated and praised my beauty.

I was greeting and interacting with people there, unaware of my surroundings, and that someone's keen and focused eyes were on me as I raised my head.

"Papa, look, this is so beautiful," I said joyfully, holding my father's hand.

"Sorry, miss, I'm not your father." Unknown to me, in a trance I mistakenly held someone else's hand. Turning towards the person, I quickly let his hand go as I heard an unfamiliar voice quite close to me.

"Sorry, I held your hand by mistake. My attention was on decoration, that's why..." I was feeling guilty about what I had just done unknowingly.

"It's OK, by the way, I am Edwin Knight." I saw a handsome and dashing man standing in front of me. From his appearance, he seemed to be in his mid-thirties as he introduced himself.

"Oh, I am Erika Smith. Nice to meet you, Edwin." I happily introduced myself, shaking his hand as he introduced himself.

"Nice to meet you too, Erika. So you are the daughter of Mr. Smith. I know him very well. He is a very nice and cooperative person," Edwin said, trying to initiate the conversation with me. He seemed quite enthusiastic and interactive as he prolonged the interaction.

"Uh, yeah, he is, thanks." He was attentively staring at me, all gleeful, when Papa called me, gesturing me to come near him.

"Papa is calling me. I will see you later." With that, I waved my hand and went to my father. On my back, I could feel Edwin's eyes lingering on me and chasing me very far as I reached my papa.

"Erika, go to my cabin and bring my laptop. I have some other matters to take care of," Papa told me, signaling me to go to his cabin.

"OK, and as far as I remember, your cabin is located on the second floor and right side of the CEO's office, right?" I had to confirm beforehand. He nodded his head and went ahead, getting busy in conversation with one of his colleagues in his office.

I walked forward to the elevator and stepped inside. I pressed the button to the second floor. The elevator started moving upward. As it reached, the door opened, and I came out, walking towards the cabin of my father.

I spotted his laptop, picked it up from his table, and turned around to walk out. But before I could take a step and turn around, abruptly, someone grasped me from my waist and pinned me against the wall.

My heart skipped a beat as it took me a moment, and I didn't understand what had just happened. I eased my racing heart and quickly squeezed my eyes. Before I could make a movement and open my eyes, I felt someone's warm breath airing on my face. I quickly opened my eyes, my breath hitched as I saw a devilishly handsome man standing too close to my knowledge. His one hand was wrapped around my waist while the other one was covering my mouth tightly.

"Who are you, and how dare you come here?" He growled in my ear, making me shudder. I raised my face, looking at him. He was so tall and muscular, towering over me, his grip was harsh and tight on my arm to the extent that his fingers were almost digging into my flesh.

I tried to open my mouth to speak, but ended up just mumbling because of his hand. Understanding my gesture, he took away his hand. I looked down and opened my mouth to speak, but my voice sounded so fearful in his proximity.

"Sir, I came here to pick up my father's laptop."

"Father." He gazed attentively at me, arching his brow.

"Yes, sir," I replied obediently. His closeness was affecting me in the wrong way. I don't know why, but my body wasn't in my control in his proximity. I tried to move, but to no avail because on my back I was sticking to the wall and in front this man was standing like a great wall, blocking all my way of running.

"Who is your father?" he asked in a voice laced with extreme rage. His voice was so deep and hoarse that it ran a chill down my spine.

"Smith, my father's name is Smith," I answered hastily; his aura sounded scary. I tried looking into his eyes, and I think I made a mistake by doing so. His eyes were pitch black, deep, emotionless, carrying a wave of cold that made me shudder.

Before he could move further, his mobile rang with an incoming call, and I found it a perfect opportunity to escape from his clutches. I ran out, freeing myself from his hold as he got busy conversing with the person on the other side of the call.

Damien POV

I picked up the call and started conversing with the person on the other side. I would have ignored answering the call if it wasn't urgent. As soon as I hung up the mobile, I ran my eyes around the surroundings, but couldn't find that girl anywhere.

"Where did that bitch go?" I cursed under my breath because of frustration. This girl didn't seem like an ordinary one. I felt myself drawn to her beauty and innocence as I spotted her on my floor.

I came here after listening to noise from this place while heading towards my office. I found it suspicious and got alerted. To teach a lesson to whoever was there, I abruptly barged into this place. I came forward with the intent of killing that person, but when I saw a girl picking up a laptop, I almost rushed to her and pinned her against the wall.

She seemed very small in age and pure by appearance. I inhaled her scent, stepping close to her. As soon as I came to know that she is the daughter of one of our company employees, I lost my cool, and my rage took a stronger hold on me. But before I could say anything else to that girl, she had already escaped from the place.

"Shit...." I growled in wrath, kicking a chair near me. Then I headed straight to the venue of the party to attend and present the annual awards to my promoted staff members.

As soon as I entered the hall, my eyes spotted that girl whom I had collided with upstairs. She was standing with our company employees, who work in our accounts department. I gestured to my secretary to come close and questioned him about that girl.

"Who is she?" I asked, keeping my eyes fixed on that girl.

"Sir, she is the daughter of Mr. Smith." The secretary answered me obediently.

"Who is Smith? Is he the one who works in the accounting department?" I kept my interest intact in the matter because, to some extent, I know that person.

"Yes, sir, today he got a promotion, and now he has become a manager." I smiled mischievously as I listened to the news from my secretary.

"OK, you can go now and find out more information about that pretty girl." With that, I sent him away and gawked at that girl, rubbing my chin.

"Yes, sir." The secretary walked out.

She is a very pretty girl. Her pink plump lips, unknowingly, she ran her tongue over them, and I couldn't stop myself from capturing my lower lip between my teeth .... I am going crazy for her. I should have kissed her when I pinned her against the wall. But by that time, I hadn't been paying close attention to her features. It's good that she told me the truth, otherwise, I wouldn't have spared a second to kill her.

I was keenly staring at her, who was herself, so engrossed in gossiping with her father's colleagues. She seemed so alluring and attractive in that pink dress. Her hair was tied in a messy bun. Her beautiful smile, I growled under my breath as I felt aroused by her gesture.

I picked up the glass of alcohol from a nearby waiter and started drinking it, but still, I couldn't feel like taking my eyes off of her. Before I could get carried away more and ruin my plan for her, I moved further. The only consolation I can give to my inner beast for now is that very soon I will claim this girl to have a taste of her.

And with that, the ceremony for the program started. All the promoted staff of the company approached me and started meeting one by one.

As it was the turn of Mr. Smith, the host, asked everyone to clap as soon as he came onto the stage. He was given an opportunity to give a speech. Mr. Smith delivered a short speech and, in the end, he thanked me, turning towards me. He gestured to his daughter by mentioning her in his speech.

"My daughter, Erika, helped me a lot with my promotion. She is a diamond to me. She always helped me with my presentation. And it's because of her that I'm able to get promoted. Erika, please come up on the stage." Smith praised his daughter and called her up to the stage.

She went onto the stage and thanked her father. Along with him, she received his promotion award and certificate. She seemed very happy and cheerful to her father, and that was apparent from her glowing face.

"Hello, Mr Smith." Smith, who was busy talking with his colleagues, turned towards me as he heard my voice.

"Sir, it's you. Thank you so much for giving me an opportunity for a promotion." He thanked me delightfully, joyousness apparent in his voice.

"It's alright. You deserve it. I appreciate the way you work, and I'm pleased with your dedication to your work. Congratulations on the promotion." I replied nonchalantly, maintaining a formal tone of voice.

"Thank you. Sir, by the way, she is my daughter, Erika." He gestured towards his daughter, introducing her to me. She was standing beside him.

"Hi," I slightly waved my hand at her. From the look on her face, I can guess she recognized me. She would have remembered I was the same man whom she bumped with upstairs on the floor.

"Hi, I'm so sorry. I came out of the cabin without saying anything." She excused herself politely, much to my astonishment, which I found interesting.

"No, it's OK. It happens. Be cool," I responded, passing her a devilish smile. She gazed at me with an odd look on her face.

"You have both already met?" Mr. Smith asked with a surprised face.

"No, papa, we were met by mistake." She quickly interfered before her father could misunderstand the matter.

"Yes." I showed consent to her view as I said meaningfully, keeping my eyes fixed on Erika's face.

Meanwhile, someone from his colleagues called Mr. Smith. He excused himself and walked ahead, leaving us both alone.

"So, Miss Erika, what do you do?" I initiated the conversation with her.

"I'm preparing to become a chartered accountant." She responded without looking into my eyes.

"OK," I said in a deep cocky voice. My dark, lusty eyes were keeping her under their deep, penetrating gaze.

She seemed uncomfortable in my presence, and my deep stare at her was affecting her in an unknown way. That's why she didn't spare another single moment and walked away from me.

Ohh, this girl is very soft, her silky hair, her milky cheeks, her sweet voice. She is tempting me to her. I said mischievously, stroking my chin, still couldn't help myself to avert my chasing eyes from her back till the time she disappeared somewhere in the gathering.

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Erika POV

I was feeling disgusted by the scrutinizing eyes of that man who introduced himself as the boss of my father. In his presence, I wasn't getting good vibes. That's why I came to a side in a bit of a secluded area to get away from those dark and deep eyes that were chasing me everywhere I was going. It wasn't a long time since I was sitting here when that guy named Edwin spotted me sitting alone at a corner table. He approached me, offering his hand to dance with him, as it was dance time and all the couples were making moves with the music.

I had to accept his offer as he was so polite and gentle in asking me. I extended my hand to his. He pulled me with him to the dance floor. Like a professional dancer, he was urging me to dance, making movements. I was enjoying his company.

Don't know why, but I felt someone's deep eyes staring at my back and the moment I turned my head, I spotted him, eyeing in our direction. His eyes were red in fury. I don't know why he was glaring at me so furiously; his jaw looked tense. He was clenching and unclenching his fist.

Before I could avert my eyes and turn towards Edwin, I spotted him coming in our direction. He came close to us, his eyes were fixed on my hand, which was holding Edwin's hand, but very soon he averted and looked at Edwin as he voiced his words in a polite manner.

"Can I have a dance with this beautiful lady?" He asked Edwin directly, passing him a gentleman's smile. Being an employee of his company, Edwin wasn't in a position to stand against his polite request. That's why he nodded his head and said.

"Sure." With that, he moved back, and he held my hand in his tight grasp. He pulled me closer to himself, making me almost bump to his chest. My senses got alert as I wasn't getting good vibes in his proximity. Still, I didn't want to create any scene in the venue, that's why I let myself silently dance with him.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and started making circles on my back with the tip of his finger. On his act, I felt a cold chill run down my spine. I looked up at him and found his eyes staring mischievously at me.

Slowly, I raised my hands and placed them both on his chest. We started making movements with the beats of music, making both of us lose ourselves in the music and the touch of each other.

"You are beautiful." He praised my beauty, making me lower my eyes in shyness.

"Thanks." In response, I can only say a single word.

Very slowly, he started stroking his hand on my waist, now making me feel disgusted by his touch. I was getting irritated and tried to push him back, but he was damn so strong like a rock and my delicate hands were only able to push him slightly. For a moment, he loosened his touch, and I found it an opportunity to go away from him, but at the very next moment, he, once again, pulled me to himself, capturing me in his grasp.

He placed his hand on my waist and made movements to dance with me. Again, he tightened his grip around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. To save myself from bumping into him again, I placed my hands on his chest.

"Why are you running away from me, huh?" He asked mischievously with a grin on his face while keeping me under his dark, scrutinizing eyes.

"It's nothing like that. It's just that it feels odd to me," I politely explained to him.

"Who else is in your family?" He wanted to prolong the conversation with me.

"My papa and I." I kept on answering him cursorily without meeting the gaze of his eyes.

"And to you, your papa is the most important person in your life, right?" He asked, making me swirl.

"Yes, because he puts in a lot of effort and struggles to reach this position. I respect him a lot," I said, appreciation and happiness were visible in my eyes for my father.

"Good." He was staring keenly at me. He seemed interested in me. I think I made a mistake by looking into his eyes. They were so dark and deep, pulling one to themselves like a magnet. I was so lost in his eyes that I didn't notice when he leaned in close to me, hiding his face in my hair, inhaling my scent. I shuddered to my core the moment he nuzzled the tip of his nose in the crook of my neck.