The Billionaire's Obsession; Her Toxic Desires.

WARNING: This book contains a ridiculous amount of steamy scenes. Please don't read if you can't stand smut, thank you and enjoy the ride!

Caityln's pov.

It's closing time already, but somehow I can't bring myself to leave, not while he's still in his office. He's a workaholic, what else should I expect? He spends more time on his laptop than a squirrel does gathering nuts. He probably will come out and walk out on me like I am not even here, but I don't care, I just want a glance at him.

Zayn Morrison, my hot boss. He's the man I can't seem to get enough of, the man that constantly raids my dreams, leaving me wet every time I wake up, the man I shamelessly gaze at, despite being a married woman.

Yes, I am married, not that it's much of a marriage anymore anyway. My husband, Mason, has become a stranger, a total opposite of the man I fell in love with two years ago. I thought he was the love of my life, my life finally had purpose after meeting him. But he turned out to be a chronic cheat and an arrogant bastard!

Yet, I can't bring myself to leave him. I am an orphan, I have nothing and nobody, just him and this job of mine. I don't know where I'd go if I left Mason. His nonchalance towards me pushed me into the hole that I do not wish to get up from- my boss's secret admirer.

"Yes, I am on my way home."

I hear his voice and my heart flutters. It's soft, and yet so commanding. His tone is mirthless, he is known to be a strict man, so I expect nothing less. I hear the door creak open, and my chest clenches in expectancy.

There he is.. my six feet heartthrob. His perfectly chiseled chin, his gorgeous brown hair, and those honey brown eyes that I always get lost in. He is built like an Alpha, domineering in every way, a man never to be messed with. Despite the rumors of him being the devil himself, I still find myself attracted to him.

"Aren't you going home today?" I jolt out of my thoughts at his words. Is he talking to me?

"S-sir?" My lips quiver.

"Are you planning to spend the night here? My company is not a hotel for stranded hippies."

I swallow the lump in my throat, staring at him and being at a loss for words. He thrives by putting others down, a character that I have never found attractive.

"No sir, I will leave immediately." I lower my gaze, my palms getting sweaty.

He strides over to me, the strong scent of his lavender and coffee cologne hitting my nostrils as he gets closer. He stops right in front of me, barely inches away, and I can feel his gaze heavily on me.

"You know, it's not nice for a young lady to be out this late, especially a hot one such as yourself."

Did I hear right? Did Zayn Morrison just call me hot!?

My panties suddenly feel wet, I am tempted to ask him to repeat himself, because it definitely feels like a dream.

His hand extends to my desk, trapping me between the wall and his arm. I stared up at him in shock, wondering what he was about to do. He tilts his head to the side, a grin playing across his delicious looking lips. My body temperature intensifies as my heart begins to race. I found it particularly hard to meet his gaze, as it always triggered a temptation that takes the spirit of God to overcome.

"Any man could easily walk up to you and try to harass you, and we don't want that, now do we?" His voice is deep and husky this time around, leaving me almost helpless.

"No." I slowly shake my head. He backs away and retreats his hand, immediately switching to the stoic man I am used to.

"Now, go home." His order came, and I grabbed my purse off the table and ran off immediately without looking back. Forgive me Lord for I have sinned! I have allowed my lust for another man blind me from my reality of being a married woman.

I desperately want to stop, I want to forget about Zayn, I am not like this, I am definitely not a whore. But how can I forget about him when I see everyday? I am his secretary, I cannot run from him!

I took a taxi home, and fell right onto the couch as soon as I entered the house, trying to ease off the stress from work today. It wasn't long until I noticed how weirdly silent the house was. Mason is usually on a business call by this time of the night, but I can't hear his usual ranting over some missing files at the office.

"Mason?" I gently called out to him, but it was so dead quiet. The silence is suspicious.

"Mason." I call again, getting to my feet this time around. I strode over to the kitchen, opening the pots, only to discover that he had left his dinner untouched. I make sure to prepare his food before I leave for work everyday, then he can microwave it when he's home.

"That's weird, he hasn't eaten anything. Is he not home yet?" I mutter to myself, walking out of the kitchen. I decided to go up to our room to search for him, perhaps he was so exhausted that he fell asleep immediately.

The closer I got to our room, the more worried I became. Something seems fishy.

"Mason.." I heard a slight groan, and a gasp escaped my lips. I must not have heard right because that sounded like a female. Why would a female be calling out to my husband by this time of the night?

"Oh.. fuck, Mason."

There it is again! My heart grew heavy with burden and pain. Not again! Mason cannot do this to me again! This is the third time this week! How much longer am I going to watch him bring women into our house and fuck them in our matrimonial bed!?

Tears cloud my vision as I stood in front of our room, the moans and slaps getting heavier and heavier, leaving me with a sick feeling in my gut. My teeth clench in anger, and my heart squeeze in pain and hurt. I couldn't stand it, not anymore.

"M-Mason! Fuck! Don't fucking stop, that feels so good!" The bitch screamed, their panting raising in unison.

I burst into the room like a raging wind, my eyes red with fury as I stared at them. They broke apart as soon as they saw me, the bitch pulling a blanket over her unclad body.

"Mason!" I glared at him, tears streaming down my cheeks. He stared back at me, his eyes lacking even the slightest ounce of remorse or shame.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were working an extra shift." His question put me in quite the frenzy, is that all he's gonna say?

"My 'extra' shift ended an hour ago, you would have been able to calculate that except you're such a lousy cheat!" I aggressively spoke to him and he was not pleased.

"Know your place Caitlyn." He immediately warned me but I scoffed.

"Where exactly is my place Mason? Because as far as I know, I am your wife! You cannot treat me like this, I am your wife!" I raised my voice, my eyes almost bulging out of their sockets but he only looked disappointed.

"Mother was right, you are not a good wife, you never were. You're raising your voice at your husband!"

Oh my! Did he just say that!?

I know his mother never truly liked me from the start. She would always say that I am not in her son's class and that I don't deserve him. Mason always listens to his mother, and I have no doubt that she made him this way, she caused him to turn around from the man who loved me dearly, to a man who despised my very existence.

"What does that have to do with anything? Are you not even sorry for what you've done?" I question, glaring hard at him.

"Sorry?" He scoffed, looking over at the bitch beside him. She had the nerve to grin at me, such a pussy.

"I'd choose her ten times over you."

His words hit me like an arrow. I staggered back, trying to refrain myself from tears.

"You can't do this to me Mason, please.." I sniffed. "You're all I have."

I don't know where the sudden weakness erupted from, but I couldn't help it.

"You're so pathetic, Caitlyn, and you are only a burden to me. I should have never married you in the first place."

How am I a burden!? I work, don't I?

"Get ready, my lawyer will bring our divorce papers tomorrow, we are getting divorced."

D-divorce!?