Possessed by Him

I clutched the warm paper bag of Italian takeout to my chest as I stepped into the elevator of Blackstone Tower. The familiar scent of garlic and basil wafted up, transporting me back to our college days when Gabriel and I would share meals in his tiny apartment, dreaming about our future together. Those memories felt increasingly distant now, fading like photographs left too long in the sun.

The elevator climbed smoothly toward the executive floor, and I tried to quiet the nervous flutter in my stomach. We hadn't shared a spontaneous lunch in months. Between Gabriel's increasingly demanding schedule and the growing distance between us, our relationship had become a carefully choreographed dance of polite interactions and hollow kisses.

But today would be different. I'd chosen his favorite – fettuccine alfredo from Marcello's, the little hole-in-the-wall restaurant where we'd had our first date. The place where he'd looked at me across a candlelit table with such tenderness that I'd felt my heart might burst.

"Ms. Summers," Gabriel's secretary greeted me with surprise as I stepped off the elevator. "Mr. Blackstone doesn't have you on his calendar today."

"It's a surprise," I said, lifting the bag with a smile that felt more confident than I felt. "Is he available?"

She hesitated, her eyes darting to his closed office door. "He asked not to be disturbed. He's in a meeting with Ms. Hayes."

Anna Hayes. His personal assistant. The woman whose name seemed to appear in every other sentence Gabriel spoke these days.

"It'll just take a minute," I assured her, already moving toward his door. "He needs to eat."

Before she could protest further, I was at his office door. I paused, my hand on the polished handle, suddenly uncertain. When had I started feeling like a visitor in my fiancé's life? I shook the thought away and knocked lightly before turning the handle.

The sound that greeted me was soft but unmistakable – a woman's gasp, followed by a low masculine groan that I knew all too well.

Time seemed to slow as I pushed the door open wider. The bag of food slipped from my suddenly numb fingers.

There, against his desk, was Gabriel – my Gabriel – with Anna Hayes wrapped around him. His hands gripped her thighs, her skirt pushed up around her waist. Her blouse was unbuttoned, his tie loosened. But it wasn't their state of undress that froze the blood in my veins.

It was his eyes.

Those dark, intense eyes that had once looked at me with such warmth now burned with a hunger I hadn't seen in years. A raw, unfiltered desire that made my stomach clench with the realization that he had never – not once in our recent memory – looked at me that way.

For one horrible moment, no one moved. The only sound was the soft splat of pasta sauce leaking onto the pristine carpet from the fallen bag.

Anna recovered first, pushing against Gabriel's chest with a startled "Oh!" Her lipstick was smeared across her mouth – and his.

Gabriel turned toward me slowly, his expression shifting from startled to irritated to something carefully blank. He didn't rush to separate from her. Instead, he helped Anna straighten her clothing with a familiarity that told me this wasn't their first encounter.

"Victoria," he said, his voice controlled. "You should have called first."

Not an apology. Not even shame. Just annoyance at the interruption.

"I..." My voice failed me. The room seemed to tilt slightly. "I brought lunch."

How pathetic those words sounded, hanging in the air between us.

Anna slipped past me with a murmured excuse, but not before I caught the flash of triumph in her eyes. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Gabriel and me alone in the elegant office that suddenly felt as cold as a mausoleum.

"How long?" I finally managed, hating the tremor in my voice.

Gabriel sighed, straightening his tie with practiced fingers. "Does it matter?"

"It matters to me," I said, finding strength in the surge of anger cutting through my shock.

He walked to the window, looking out at the city skyline rather than at me. "There's no passion between us anymore, Victoria. You're just a habit I've grown comfortable with."

Each word landed like a physical blow. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold together the pieces that were threatening to shatter.

"If that's how you feel, then we're done," I said, surprised by how steady my voice sounded despite the earthquake happening inside me. "The engagement is off."

He turned then, and something dark and possessive flashed across his face. In three long strides, he was before me, his fingers gripping my chin with just enough pressure to ensure I couldn't look away.

"You belong to me, Victoria," he said, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sent ice down my spine. "Until I decide I don't want you anymore."

I jerked away from his touch, my cheek burning where his fingers had been. This wasn't the Gabriel I'd fallen in love with. This stranger wearing his face terrified me.

"That's not how relationships work," I said, backing toward the door. "You can't just keep me like... like some possession."

A cold smile curved his lips. "Can't I?"

In that moment, looking into his eyes, I realized with sickening clarity that the man I'd loved – the gentle law student who'd read poetry to me under starlight, who'd held me through my father's illness, who'd promised to love me forever – was gone. Or perhaps he'd never truly existed at all.

As I turned to flee, his voice followed me, soft and certain: "You'll see, Victoria. You're mine. And I always keep what's mine."

The door closed behind me with a soft click that somehow sounded like the turning of a key in a lock. And as I stumbled toward the elevator, past the curious eyes of the office staff, past Anna's smug smile, I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't leaving at all – but rather, being drawn deeper into a cage whose bars I was only now beginning to see.