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Secret Obsession
Chapter 2
There she was, standing on the beach, staring at the gentle waves. How he wanted to join her. Tell her how beautiful she looked in the sunset, how her beauty rivaled that of the Harvest Goddess. But no he couldn't. Not when Phoebe clung to his arm possessively and was refusing to let go. He prayed that she didn't turn around to see them together. How he knew it would break her heart. Just as his broke every time he was forced to she her with that idiot.
Phoebe was going on about her latest find in the mine, not noticing his attention was else where. It was times like this he was grateful that his wife had a one track mind. It was also times like this that he wished even more that she would disappear. He looked down at the teal haired woman that clung to his side. She was dull, a mere bauble when compared to the treasure that was Molly. Her voice grated his nerves and made him want to scream whereas Molly's voice was like a gentle song that smoothed away his worries and made him fall into a calm cool state. Yes, Phoebe was no Molly.
He wished that she would stop talking, that she would disappear. It would make his life so easy if she would. Then they could be together….forever. He turned his attention back to the beauty at the water's edge. His heart yearning to go to her, she looked sad. How he wished that he could go comfort her. He would dry her tears and kiss her ruby lips, making her forget whatever it was that had upset her. He lost himself in his daydreams, earning his a jab in the ribs from his wife. He looked down at Phoebe and could see the silent flames of anger burn in the depths of her eyes. He wondered if she knew about the secret romance between Molly and himself.
It would not bother him a bit if she did. Actually it would be prefect. Then he would hold no guilt about the secret longings that he held for the young beauty. But, no, Phoebe was yelling at him for not paying attention to her. That was all. He glanced again at the beauty by the water's edge, noticing she had noticed their presence and was looking at him with sympathy. He knew that she was thinking about how much better things would be if she was in Phoebe's place. How she would never yell at him for not paying attention, but then if she was at his side his attention would never stray.
Oh how he wanted to run to her and tell her that he made a mistake, how she was all he ever thought about and dreamed about. But he just sent her a smile and prayed that she would see it's real message. She is nothing compared to you, you are the only love I have, you are the one who holds my heart, you are my soul. She waved to them with a smile on her lips. A smile that told him that she forgave him, after all it was a game they both had to play.
Phoebe yanked on his arm and pulled him towards his obsession. He wondered if she do so if she knew about the feelings Molly and him shared. Probably not, then again she might just to toy with them. A wave of anger splashed over him at this thought. How dare Phoebe toy with their emotions like this. Intentionally hurting the woman he loved due to her petty jealousies. He shook his head, no Phoebe was to self involved to notice that she did not hold his heart.
As he approached his true mate he noticed an old worn blanket laid out amongst the sand with a picnic basket. He glanced back at Molly in question, was this for him? Was this to show him what he was missing? Of course it was. Oh how sweet this young beauty was. Phoebe would never dream of a romantic picnic at sunset on the beach. Only his heart desire would know that this was his vision of a prefect date.
He watched as his true love spoke to his wife in her sweet voice. Never betraying the fact of their hidden feelings. She spoke with the same kindness that she spoke to everyone in. But he could tell that she was having a difficult time keeping cool. He knew that she was crying on the inside at this interaction. It was in the way her eyes kept darting towards the path that led to the beach in anticipation. She wanted Phoebe to leave just as much as he did.
Her eyes lit up and her smile widened as something caught her attention. He followed her gaze and bit his tongue to stop an angry growl from falling off his lips. That muscle bound idiot was coming down the path, clutching a bouquet of lavender and roses, favorites of the brunette beauty. Why was she looking at the idiot with those eyes? Eyes that held affection and an even deeper emotion.
He watched as the man approached trying his best to keep his jealousy at bay. This had to be her way at getting back at him for forcing her to see him pretend to be the loving husband to Phoebe. It just had to be. He forced his smile to stay in place as he watched the woman he loved hug the other man in a greeting before turning her attention back to Phoebe and him. His heart was aching with jealousy as he noticed that even as she looked at them her attention was on the man standing behind her.
He wanted to yell, tear her from the idiot's arms, show them all who she truly belonged to. But he knew that this was an act. It had to be. She was his and his alone. She had to be faking this display so that no one would discover their love for each other. Just as he pretended to care for the woman who shared his last name. Yes that was it. This was just another part of the game they played. The game that only his secret obsession and him play.