Tarago Jakobus was 6’4”, intelligent, extremely wealthy with a Midas touch. He was also openly racist, politically incorrect and a chauvinistic pig who told offensive jokes. He loved to party and was used to women vying for his attention. So when his eyes fell on Tanin, he expected her to just melt into his bed and be grateful that he even looked her way.
To his utter surprise, she was totally unimpressed with his wealth, thought he was an uneducated buffoon and publicly rejected him. Of course he was shocked and humiliated by her response.
But no woman had ever turned Tarago down before, and he found her fascinating. He became obsessed with her and decided to win her over his way – destroy all that is precious to her, so that she would have no choice but to need him. If that didn’t work, he’d switch to plan ‘B’ – take away her freedom and throw her ass in jail. And being the absolute bastard that he was, he did.
Obsessed With Me is a modern-day love story.
Tarago storms into my room, as usual without knocking. “Vyf?” He cocks his head and squints at me.
I give a dismissive wave.
“Vyf? What the fok?”
“I don’t want to go to the wedding anymore, Tarago. I’m sorry to have wasted your time and …you know, stuff.” I pull the covers up to my nose.
“Are you foking serious?” He sits on the bed and looks at me.
I nod my miserable head.
“Why? Tell me why?”
“Cos …cos, Tarago …” I drop my covers and babble away, spill everything. “…watching the two of them publicly become one? And like, watch them give loving speeches and shit to each other? What if I cry and ruin my make-up?” I jerk the covers up to my nose again.
He pulls down the covers and looks into my eyes.
“Everyone cries at weddings, don’t they? Fok, I know I do.”
I smile and give a low grunt.
“This is your closure, remember? It tells you that it’s done. Remember your words?”
I say nothing.
“Just because something is hard to do, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it. People are going to look at you, but not for the reasons you think. They are going to admire you and think that you are over him or you wouldn’t be there.”
“Really? What do you mean?”
“You have to trust me. Get your black arse out of bed, put on that nice white dress that shows off your tits and thighs, and let’s go.”
I give a small chuckle. “How come you’re so eager to go?”
“I …I just want you to foking move on.”
He pulls off the covers scoops me up and carries me into the bathroom. “Get your arse showered and changed.”
She is the author of 20 books and is known for her kick-ass leading ladies, her alpha males and her ability to make you cry and make you laugh as you fall in love.
She loves music and cannot live without it.
She also enjoys dancing, (was a Latin dance instructor years ago) and keeps her kids in line by threatening to bust a Zumba move in front of their school assembly.
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