Lost in Obsession by Brianna Novel Full Chapters

Chapter 8

Scott didn’t just buy Lucie tampons; he also got her panties and a pair of floral trousers, believe it or not.

You know, lots of middle-aged women in small towns rock those trousers.

Yeah, they might not be the prettiest, but they’re definitely an upgrade from Lucie’s dirty dress.

Lucie was so darn tired that she dozed off just two minutes after getting in the car.

She was half asleep, and this warm feeling washed over her belly. That discomfort just vanished, and her furrowed brow slowly relaxed.

When she finally woke up, it was already the next morning.

As she slowly blinked her eyes open, she found herself in a pretty spacious bedroom with no main light on.

The bedroom had this modern, luxurious vibe, all decked out in gray. Sunlight was streaming in through those blue curtains that hadn’t been drawn yet, filtering through a layer of white tulle.

Lucie stretched and realized she was lying on this massive leather bed with a ridiculously comfy mattress.

Then, out of the blue, a cellphone started buzzing softly.

She followed the sound and spotted a cellphone on the nightstand to her left.

The problem was, it wasn’t hers.

It seemed to belong to Scott.

Lucie started wondering if she’d crashed into Scott’s bed.

While she was pondering this, the bathroom door opened from the inside.

Lucie jumped, sat up, and checked out what was going on.

Scott had just hopped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and was busy towel-drying his hair.

He caught sight of Lucie, paused for a second, went back to his usual poker face, and headed for the walk-in closet.

Lucie didn’t need a rocket scientist to tell her that she was indeed in Scott’s bed.

Right then and there, she threw the covers aside and made her way out of bed.

As she shifted her weight, she felt something wet on her bottom.

She thought, “Oh my goodness, could it be…”

Lucie immediately glanced down at her behind…

Let’s just say she was beyond embarrassed.

Yep, her period decided to make a grand entrance.

To avoid any further mishaps, she scrambled out of bed.

But in her rush, she didn’t watch her step and ended up on her knees on the floor.

She let out a yelp.

Instantly, pain shot through her.

In the walk-in closet, Scott, who had picked out a shirt and was putting it on, heard the commotion and strolled out.

One look, and he saw Lucie, almost collapsed on the floor, her face twisted in pain, and those telltale dark stains on his once-gray sheets. He frowned slightly and crossed over.

As Lucie slowly looked up, she couldn’t help but notice those long, strong legs in front of her. Her face, already red from embarrassment and pain, now turned a shade of crimson.

“I… I’m really sorry.”

With Scott standing there, Lucie felt so mortified that she wished she could vanish into thin air. “Um… I’ll wash the sheets for you.”

Scott glanced down at her, his lips curling into a slight, enigmatic smile. “Is that all?”

Lucie thought for a moment. “I’ll transfer you the money for last night’s medical bill, the tampons, and those trousers.”

Scott, who had been fixing his collar, snorted at that. Then, after a pause, he grabbed a man’s bathrobe from the bench at the end of the bed and handed it over. “Go clean up first.”

Lucie bit her lip, took the robe, and said thank you before getting up and heading for the bathroom.

Once inside the bathroom, Scott eyed the dark stains on his sheets and frowned. He decided it was time for a change.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Lucie was about to slide open the glass door of the shower when she saw Scott push the bathroom door open and walk in.

Lucie jumped and quickly raised her hands to cover herself.

But there wasn’t much she could cover.

Scott was rocking nothing but a shirt and a pair of white boxer shorts.

He leaned over the sink, looked at Lucie with a satisfied grin, and suddenly asked, “You mentioned giving me some cash, right?”

Lucie closed her eyes, took a deep breath, looked up at him, and asked, “How much?”

Scott smiled and crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”

Lucie clenched her teeth, pulled open the glass door, and stepped out. She grabbed a towel to cover herself and walked over to Scott.

“We talked about 160 dollars.”

Scott looked at the petite woman in front of him who barely reached his chin. She was slim, tiny, and curvy. His eyes lit up uncontrollably, filled with desire.

He raised his hand, slowly raised Lucie’s chin with his slender fingers, and rubbed her red lips with his slightly coarse thumb. His voice suddenly became hoarse and low. “Use your mouth, and I’ll pay you 800 dollars. What do you say?”