I always wanted more, more money, more power, more love. But the moment I started working under Xavion, he became my obsession. His control, his confidence, the way he commanded a room. It was irresistible. He was the one thing I craved, yet I couldn’t touch. Xavion had rules, no mixing business with pleasure. No losing control. He kept his walls high, his boundaries unshakable. But those rules? They were made to be broken, right? See, I wasn’t like the others who took no for an answer and accepted his distance. I wasn’t about to settle for scraps of his attention. And why should I? I had my own power, passed down through my bloodline, some herbs here, some candle lights there, I did what needed to be done to bring that man closer to me making him crave me in ways he couldn’t describe. People close to me called me obsessed, but I didn’t care. I wanted him tangled in my web, stripped of his rule, and his resistance. I wanted him to crave me and need me the way I needed him. Xavion was already mine; he just doesn’t know it yet.