Obsession

"My fantasy has turned to madness

All my goodness has turned to badness

My need to possess you has consumed my soul

My life is trembling, I have no control

I will have you, yes I will have you

I will find a way and I will have you

Like a butterfly, a wild butterfly

I will collect you and capture you

You are an obsession, you're my obsession……………"

Chapter 1

She'd been sent another flower.

Stephanie sighed softly as she twirled the bloom loosely in her fingers. It was a rose. A single stemmed red rose just like the first one. She inhaled the sweet fresh scent of the silky petals as she silently pondered who had sent it to her. It was the second one in the space of a week and like the first one which had arrived at her office only few days ago, there was no message attached or any hint where it had come from. Just the flower with a white silk ribbon tied around the stalk.

"Hey beautiful. You waiting for me?"

Stephanie glanced up from the small sofa and smiled at Paul as he walked through the dressing room door. He tossed his elbow pads in the direction of his black holdall and threw her a grin. He'd just finished his match and his brown eyes held that familiar sparkle. It was a sparkle that she saw each and every time he entered that ring. Paul loved the business so much and was so passionate about it. It was that passion that had attracted him to her in the first place; that and so many other things that she wondered why it had taken her so long to see what was in front of her, to see him. But she saw him now and she definitely liked the view that was for sure. His damp blonde strands hung sexily around his face and his leather trunks hung low on his hips. He'd already loosened them and the white drawstring dangled from the waist. His big hand rubbed the towel across his face before he bent down and kissed her hello.

"Hmmm. You taste all sweaty." she told him as she looked up at him. "You need a shower."

"I need you, that's what I need."

Stephanie giggled as Paul grabbed her and lifted her to her feet. His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her to him. As he kissed her once more, her laughter was replaced with a soft moan of pleasure. Her hands skimmed over his smooth back relishing the feel of his firm cool skin. Paul's mouth parted deepening the kiss and his tongue slipped between her lips tasting her. As Stephanie kissed him back eagerly, she wondered how on earth she ever survived without him. The last couple of months being with Paul had been incredible and even more so when her father had given them permission to date. It had meant they didn't have to hold back their feelings for one another; feelings that were only growing stronger every day. She knew it was only a matter of time before she was completely in love that's if it hadn't happened already. She just felt so alive every time she was near Paul and her heart beat that much stronger because of him.

Stephanie hissed as his big hand squeezed her breast through her blouse. Her throat felt hot and sticky as his mouth nipped at her neck before his tongue flicked out tasting her skin. Suddenly there was a loud bang in the corridor. It startled her reminding her of where they were and she reluctantly placed her hands on Paul's chest, breaking their embrace.

"I think we need to take this elsewhere." she told him as she licked her swollen lips and tried to gather her composure which wasn't easy when Paul's teasing smirk only made her want him more.

"Why? Scared someone will think I'm screwing the boss's daughter or something?" he grinned as he dropped a kiss on her forehead before stepping away. Her body felt instantly cold without him. Stephanie wrapped her arms around herself as she watched Paul throw the towel from his neck to the sofa.

"Well I do have a reputation to uphold." she reminded him jokily as he began rummaging in his bag. But the truth was she didn't have to remind Paul about anything. He knew how delicate the situation was now they were together. That's why it had been his idea to keep things strictly professional at work. They didn't want to throw their relationship in people's faces especially some of the other wrestlers who perhaps felt that Paul had an unfair disadvantage now he was with her. A few even felt he was only dating her to secure his spot. He was sleeping with her to get ahead. How wrong could they be! Their opinion might quickly change if they knew Paul had been nothing but the perfect gentleman so far. See, they'd both agreed to take things slowly. So much was at risk and they just couldn't afford to mess things up. They needed to make sure that what they felt was real before they took things to the next level. But it was real, so real that Stephanie knew it was only a matter of time before they eventually made love, before they showed one another what words alone just couldn't express any more.

"And what a beautiful reputation it is too." smirked Paul.

And before she knew it, Stephanie was back in his arms. She couldn't help but smile as his lips caressed her jaw line.

"Yeah and a reputation you seem intent on ruining."

"Hey, it's not my fault I can't keep my damn hands off you." Paul's brown eyes glinted at her wickedly as he loosely held her in his arms.

"No? Then whose fault is it?"

His lips pressed together thoughtfully. "I blame the skirt."

"My skirt?" she laughed.

"Yeah. That little leather number you're wearing is just asking for trouble."

As Paul dipped her back slightly and shook his head in admiration of her long toned legs, Stephanie licked her lips temptingly and let her nails lightly scrape his skin.

"Then maybe I should take it off." she teased boldly.

His beautiful eyes went wide and crinkled with his sexy grin.

"You know that's the best damn idea I've heard all day."

As Paul went to throw Stephanie down in the direction of the sofa, his attention was diverted and drawn to the red rose that lay on the black leather. He raised his brow in surprise when he saw the white ribbon. It was exactly the same flower that Stephanie had described to him during a phone call. It looked like she'd received a second one now and no doubt from a lovesick fan or something. His onscreen wife had quite a selection of admirers who seemed to think her scripted evil and manipulative ways made her the hottest woman on the planet. He just so happened to agree with them although Stephanie's appeal went way beyond her character. In fact he felt like pinching himself sometimes. After all how did he get to be so lucky to find someone as beautiful and as incredible as she was? Stephanie was teaching him every day what it was to truly fall in love with someone and feel that same love back in return.

"You got something you want to tell me McMahon?" he jokingly asked as he gestured towards the flower.

Stephanie lifted her shoulder in a casual shrug. "His name is Clint and he's a truck driver. We hold secret meetings when you're not looking."

Paul let out a chuckle as he playfully tapped her nose. "See I happen to know for a fact that can't be true because where you're concerned I'm always looking McMahon. In fact, I don't plan on letting you out of my sight ever. So you tell old Clint boy to find himself some other broad to woo with flowers."

A slow smile crossed her face. "I'll call him later. Right now you should take that shower. The sooner you're dressed, the sooner we can get out of here and grab some dinner. I'm starving."

As Stephanie playfully shoved him in the direction of the small adjoining bathroom, Paul held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay! Far be it from me to keep the Princess waiting."

His low chuckle followed him into the shower. Stephanie allowed herself to watch him until he disappeared. A tender expression lit up her face as she remembered Paul's words just now. He didn't plan on letting her out of his sight. It was just as well because she wasn't planning on doing that either. He'd become too special and far too important to her. So important that she wasn't sure she could ever imagine her life without him now. She didn't want to and if things between her and Paul continued the way she hoped, she'd never have to imagine it either.