Obsessed

I should have felt guilty for kissing her, but I didn’t. From the very first moment I set eyes on Sylvie, I wanted her. I didn’t give a fuck that she was half my age, or my son’s girlfriend. I didn’t care about anything, except somehow taking her away from him and claiming her for my own. I intended to make her mine—completely mine—and know that no other man but me was ever going to touch her again.