Kaiden's Obsession

Prologue

By day, Kaiden Hunter was a perfect guys that every girl dreams of. 

CEO of the World's largest trading industry, the ViewDot Corp. Visionary. The kind of man whose presence silenced boardrooms and bent markets with a single sentence. His suits were perfectly pressed, his voice calm and measured, his smile rehearsed just enough to inspire trust. To the world, he was discipline incarnate, a man true to his words and an ideal entrepreneur.

And discipline was the only thing keeping him alive.

Because Kaiden did not exist alone.

By night—or in the quiet cracks between moments—there was someone else. A voice that did not speak aloud but breathed against his thoughts. Softer. Darker. Possessive.

She's late.

Kaiden checked his watch. 8:07 a.m.
His secretary had never been late.

The thought irritated him more than it should have.

When she finally stepped off the elevator, apologetic eyes wide, hair slightly undone from rushing, something inside him stirred—sharp and electric. The office seemed to tilt, as if adjusting its axis to her presence.

"There was traffic," she said softly, already moving toward his office, unaware of how closely he watched the sway of her steps, the nervous way she tucked her hair behind her ear.

You should lock the door.

Kaiden inhaled slowly. Exhaled. Ignored the voice.

She was efficient. Brilliant. Unassuming. Exactly the kind of woman men overlooked—and exactly why she was his. Not in title. Not yet. But in every way that mattered.

She organized his world. Filtered his chaos. Smoothed the sharp edges of his days without knowing she was bleeding for it.

She belongs to us. She is ours.

Kaiden's jaw tightened as she handed him his schedule, her fingers brushing his for less than a second.

Electricity. Possession. Hunger.

He smiled at her—professional, polite, practiced.

Inside, the other half of him was already memorizing the sound of her breathing. Tracking her habits. Counting how often she laughed, what time she left, which men dared to look at her twice.

Two men.
One body.
One obsession.

And she had no idea that every step she took through his office was deeper into a labyrinth he had already built around her.

Nor that soon, one of them would stop pretending.