Needed to know facts....

Jude Harrison: Age 18,

Has already graduated from high school and moving on to bigger and better things.

When she gets a record deal from G Major she's promised to be the next up and coming star.

But her fame cost her more than her privacy and she finds that maybe its a price shes willing to pay.

Thomas Quincy: Age 21,

Became producer at 18 and hasn't looked back since.

Now rewarded being known as one of the worlds best producers.

But then he meets his new artist, and he finds that he wants more intimate relationships and he's willing to do anything to get it.

Plot: When to strangers find themselves locked in a world of love, lust, and lies its an complete Obsession.

Warning: This story contains alot of smut scenes....

A/N:(IMPORTANT) The section below is a scene from later on in the story. Its just a little peek of what the story is about. This is NOT how the story starts. I hope you like it. Comments are love :] Criticism is also accepting. I'm working on being a better writer so I wanna know what people really think. P.S. Don't worry you guys who read Learning to Love. I haven't forgot about it I've just been otherwise preoccupied. New chapters will be posted for both Obsession and LTL.

Thanks,

Akria

What would you you sale yourself for?

Jude gave a sharp turn at the sound of foot steps behind her. And there he stood magnificently dressed all in black. His black under shirt was almost completely covered by his black and gold designed hooded jacket. The black jeans he wore made him looked taller, more dangerous, more sexual if that was possible. She rose a dainty little brow at him in inquisition, "What are, following me?"

"Aww Judy girl, you wish you were that important. No, I was visiting a....friend."

She tried not to let his words get to her, but they did. For some inconceivable reason his words hurt her. She was truly losing her mind, wanting him was one thing, but wanting, needing him to want her was a total different matter. She took a calming breathe and her eyes narrowed on him as his last words took upper root in her mind. A friend? Thomas Quincy didn't have friends he had fuck buddy's for woman and men who hated him for that fact. "A friend, do you even know what one of those is? Who is it, is she anyone I know?" She really hoped it wasn't, she wouldn't be able to stand near the girl without having the urge to strangle her to death.

He gave a short laugh, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Now you know we aren't together so I don't have to answer that. But if you agree to go out to dinner with me I'll give you the answer."

"Ugh, I wouldn't sale myself for a answer. I'm not sleazy!" She started to walk past him, the thought that her destination didn't lye in that direction crossed her mind but she didn't care, she just wanted to get away from him.

She had just passed him when he reached out and grabbed her, spinning her around he pressed her body against the side of the building, his palms coming up to rest beside her head, against the wall. He loomed over her his eyes darkening with desire, his lips mere inches, inches, away from hers. She felt as if she could drown in his crystal blue eyes. She was ever drawn to him but felt as though she was already in too deep. He made her ache in places she shouldn't ache for a man like him. He made her want her to lose control and slide her fingers through his hair and force him to kiss her, make him please her as she knew only he could.

"What would you sale yourself for big eyes, passion...love...ecstasy? I could give you all that and so much more. You know I can, all you have to do is let me bébé."

She wanted to tell him no. She wanted to shout the word at him, hate him for tempting her so. But she couldn't do either. The word had lodged its self in her throat, refusing to leave her mouth. She didn't really want the word to enter the world any way, fearing he would finally believe her. But she didn't have to force the words from behind her lips because in the next moment he was kissing her. That needy hot lustful kind of kiss, but it was more, so much more. His fingers lost themselves in her hair, holding her to him, as if he would never let her go, and that was exactly what she wanted. Her back pushed against the wall of the building as she tried to get closer to him, her body wanted to mold itself with him. She knew she wouldn't just sale herself for this, she would sale her very soul.