His Obsession

Y/N’s POV

I woke up and started to head to the bathroom to throw up. I felt like I was spilling my guts out as I continued to hurl.

Then I remembered Zack and his threats. My face?!?

I rushed to the mirror and noticed nothing was wrong with me and I looked all over my body. I’m naked and I’m in my suite’s washroom.

Was it a nightmare?

I went to pee and I remember a man grabbed me during the fight and I’m pretty sure I stole his gun to shoot the other three. I was too cocky when I left Zack alive before he threatened me. The bruises on my arm confirm that I was being held.

After relieving myself from my bladder, I moved to the counter looking at myself in the mirror. I touched the back of my head and I can feel the bruise.

It is real. It did happen.

I grabbed the toothbrush to brush my teeth as I enter the shower. I’m confused about everything.

How did I make it home? What happened?

Nothing else happened.

I finished my shower and I was grabbing for my towel. I realized my towel was further than its usual spot. I was reaching and I felt it. I stepped out of the shower with the towel covering my face as I try to wipe myself off the excess water.

I looked up and I saw Steve standing there with a pair of boxers.

I screamed as I moved away but he was standing behind me. He looked angry and his eyes were red from a loss of sleep or something. My naked body felt the cold glass behind me.

I yelled “Steve! What the fuck are you doing here?” I haven’t seen him for weeks.

Steve looked tired and then I realized he was half-naked. I’ve heard over the years that most women haven’t ever seen his shirt off. The man was different.

Rules about Steve Rogers
He never has sex more than 3 times with a woman.
He never commits.
He doesn’t kiss anyone. It was a hard limit for him.
He doesn’t sleep in the same bed with anyone.
The man enjoys his bachelor life without any attachments.

I’m just waiting for him to respond but he gave me those cold eyes like he wanted to kill me on the spot. Howard isn’t around anymore so Steve is no longer afraid of me.

I’m no longer the first lady in the mob. Even though I knew better to preserve myself, I shouldn’t even poke the bear anymore.

I smiled “Thanks! I think you saved me from that psycho Zack.” I was trying to walk out of the bathroom but Steve stopped me by raising his arm.

He was crowding my space as he walked towards me causing me to take a step back until I’m backed up to the counter.

The look he was giving me looked like he was ready to explode.

I must have caused him a lot of trouble.

He wouldn’t say anything and I held onto my towel tightly.

Steve says “You agreed to marry him?”

I looked up like he grew another head “No… He was trying to kill me by sending his four goons at me.”

Steve took a step back like it was a surprise “He told me you’re his fiance and that you were into roleplaying. That fucker!”

I was now angry “That asshole… he wanted you to pay for my ransom and told his men to break me. He was going to fuck up my face and that was the last thing I heard before passing out. He drugged the champagne… Trust me, I’d kill him myself.” as I stormed past Steve because his arms relaxed and weren’t trying to keep me at the counter.

I needed distance because my heart was beating so fast and tried to my closet as I ask “Where’s the fucker now?”

Steve gave out a sigh as he said “I’m going to shower now. You threw up on me last night. I don’t have clothes to wear.”

I knew I shouldn’t have looked but I saw his back naked and he was taking off his boxers.

God, his ass is perfect. His body is a masterpiece.

There are a lot of scars and tattoos that I just saw. I noticed the Russian font on his shoulder when he was crowding me earlier.

He was angry thinking I would agree to marry the psycho, that’s why he was treating me like an enemy.

He’s just loyal to Howard and thinks I’m moving on too quickly from his old boss.

I’ve seen those tattoos before. However, I noticed something over his heart earlier that made my heart beat fast. It was initialed… my initials to be exact. It can’t be a coincidence that someone who has the same initials as me that he cares about.

He took off his boxers and he turned to see me watching him. He smirked… Steve just smirked before he went into the shower. He turns around just so I can see him fully naked.

Holy shit… he’s perfect. Every part and tip.

I bit my lip as I watched him turn on the water and scream “fuck!” because the water was too cold.

I laughed as I watched the hot specimen of mankind squeal about cold water. He looked really good that it made my mouth watery.

It took all of my control to turn around with some blushed cheeks to walk away from a very naked Steve.

Steve is endowed. He’s thick and long.

It made my thighs clench together as I walk off thinking, what if we had sex? No… Steve is too loyal to Howard to even try to bed me. I’ve practically thrown myself at him before and I do not plan to do that again any time soon.

It was awkward to see him after that happened.

Why is Steve here? I hate that my body is reacting to him.

I rushed to get dressed quickly because I can’t control my body if I’m naked and he’s naked.

As soon as I got dressed, I walked out to my bedroom and I wanted to puke again. The smell was awful. Did he sleep next to me to keep me safe? There's a dirty pile of clothes and sheets of puke on the floor.

I shook my head as I fanned myself and try to find my phone. It was being charged and I called the first person I knew I could count on.

Natasha Romanov picks up “Hey! How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

I smiled “Hey Nat, I need your help. Can you call the cleaner today? Tell them to burn down the bed and sheets?”

Natasha asks “Has he hurt you?”

I was shocked at the question “You mean Steve? God no, he wouldn’t ever hurt me. I threw up on him last night and my room smells like vomit. I really can’t stand this being in my room. Please make those arrangements, pretty please. I’m feeling bad that Steve stayed all night to watch me.”

I headed to my kitchen as I started the coffee pot and pulled out breakfast materials to cook up something for Steve as a thank you.

Natasha says “I’ll call in the cleaning team but you should leave the suite before they come.”

I tell her “I’ll leave in an hour. What happened to Zack? Steve told me that he thought I was engaged to him.”

Natasha was laughing and I’m confused about what happened on the yacht then she says “You don’t have to worry about him. He’ll never bother you again.”

I was washing the vegetables as I tell her “I need to stop drinking alcohol…”

Natasha tells me “I can check you into rehab for it.”

I shook my head “I need a therapist. Can you find me one that wouldn’t judge me like the last one?”

Natasha says “Oh Steve goes to a pretty good one. Her name is Wanda and she’s wonderful.”

I smiled “Yea, arrange me with Wanda. I think it’s time for me to open up about Howard and Darcy. I felt like I’ve been walking through this grieving phase like a blind person who didn’t know what to do. Zack tried to kill me after proposing to me. He knew I wasn’t going to say yes.”

Natasha asks me “I thought you wanted to feel loved and intimacy.”

I was already breaking the eggs and cooking the omelet for Steve “I do and for the first time, I want to be free to make choices for myself. I know Howard left me some of his fortune and Steve is going to watch over me like some Dark Angel. I was seeking comfort physically but nothing more. I don’t think I ever want to get married again.”

Natasha says “I think you just need to sort through your feelings and healing is the first step. I’ve arranged it all for you. Wanda can fit you in tomorrow at 9 am. I’ve checked your schedule, you’re available.”

I tell her “You’re the best. Now wish me luck handling Mr. Rogers with breakfast and hopes he’s not so angry at me like this morning.”

Natasha asks “Are you okay? What did he do?”

I said “Ummm… I’ll tell you over lunch today. Plus there’s the lesson at the strip club. I’ll see you then Nat.”

Natasha says “I’m surprised you’re even allowed to go. See ya!” she hung up on me before I could even ask ‘What the hell do you mean I’m allowed to go?’

Howard never stopped me. Why would that change?

I looked up and noticed Steve has been looking at me while he was wearing nothing but a damp towel.

His eyes conveyed something different this time. It was warmer and yet focused.

It made me want to shiver but then I turned to his plate as I put a fork on it “Here’s your breakfast. Thanks for taking care of me. Natasha has cleaners coming in within an hour.”

I started to make my omelet.

Steve sat down with his towel and said “Bucky is grabbing my clothes. He’ll be here in 15 mins.”

He ate my breakfast and he smiles “It’s very good, Y/N!”

I smiled because he looked really happy and I normally don’t get that out of him so I said “That’s the first time I have cooked for you. Usually, Howard doesn’t stick around for breakfast. You guys only drank coffee before leaving.”

I was adding cheese to my omelet.

Steve looked like he was finishing so I went to pour a cup of coffee as I placed it on the table for him. I know he only takes it black. He asks me “How did you learn to cook?”

I answered “My mother taught me. My family didn’t let me out much because they wanted to make sure I stay pure until the wedding day. I had to learn how to cook early on while other girls were playing sports.”

Steve asks “Sewing and cleaning?”

I laughed “No, we had maids for that. My parents wanted me to keep my husband at home through sex and food. That didn’t work out did it?”

He tells me “Howard was an idiot if he never tried your omelet.”

That shocked me because he never spoke like that about Howard. I placed the second omelet on his plate.

Steve looked happy as he says “Thanks! I was going to ask if I could have yours. I’m really hungry.” he looked like a happy kid in a candy store.

I started to make one for myself as I said “Never thought, I’d see the day you call him an idiot.”

Steve sighs “He’s been an idiot the moment he hurt you, doll.”

Why did that nickname feel so familiar? I’ve heard it before.

I looked up to him and laughed “Doll? Does it work on women? Kinda feels a little too old for today’s world, Steve.”

My eggs were still cooking so I turned around to make my coffee with creme and sugar.

Steve cringes as he watches me “Do you need to add that much sugar and creme?”

My mouth was open and I said “Yes I do… I woke up with a headache and puked my guts out. This is my remedy. By the way, what happened to Zack?”

Steve was now back to a serious and cold face “Don’t ask questions that you can’t handle the answers, Y/N!”

Now he’s back.

I placed my omelet on my plate as I placed the pan in the sink to soak. I grabbed a fork and sat next to him and I purposely bump into his shoulder as I tell him “I’d like to know about the man who threatened to hurt my body and my face. Not just that, gave you a reason to look like you’re ready to murder your enemy this morning. Steve, you saw me fucken naked last night.”

Steve says “You vomited everywhere.”

I raised my hand and said “I get it. I’m sorry and that’s why I made you breakfast. Call it even.”

He scoffs “Even? You mean I broke every single law possible to get you back from death’s grip and you tell me breakfast is enough?”

What does he want?

I placed a mouth full of the omelet in my mouth when I mumble “What do you want, Rogers?”

His face doesn’t tell me anything. He was eating fast and I started to eat fast too. Was this a competition?

I wasn’t even sure but then I didn’t feel well.

So I got up and started heading for the washroom to puke again.

Steve was right behind me and he held my hair, patting my back while I kept throwing up. Something is wrong.

I flushed it as I barely have the energy to get up. Every time I puke, I felt like my energy drops to nothing. Getting up was hard.

Steve sighs “The doctor said he drug you with the date rape drug but it was an overdose. You’re going to feel queasy as it gets out of your system.” He helped me stand up and I told him “Back off, Rogers. I can wash my face and mouth.”

He held me up anyways and brought me back to the bathroom in my room where I can brush my teeth.

I felt bad for him so I opened the cabinet and grabbed him a new toothbrush. We both were standing there brushing our teeth in peace. He and I locked eyes on each other.

I rinsed my mouth and then I tell him “Steve, I’m fine. I just need to cancel on Natasha today. I was thinking of lunch with her but I don’t think I can leave this suite without throwing up. Cleaners are coming.”

Steve said, “Pack your bag, you’re coming with me.”

I shook my head “No I’m not. I’m a big girl.”

Steve says “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you.”

It felt like the energy in the room shifted. All those years, I’ve always been calling the shots. Steve had to drag me out of trouble and never once does he demand me to do anything. Howard had to call me and tell me what to do.

This is the first time, Steve is talking to me like how Howard talks to me.

I shook my head but this time he held my chin and he moved me towards the wall. My eyes were wide and I can feel fear in my tummy as he grips my chin harder “I already told you what to do, you’ll do what you’re told because I’m losing my patience. I almost lost you and I’m not going to let you heal alone. The Doctor’s orders were clear. You’re not to be left alone.”

I’m just vomiting, why is he so concerned?

Steve came closer and I thought he was trying to kiss me but he was trying to scare me. I pushed his chest away but it wouldn’t budge.

Just then I knew I had to distract him “Why are my initials on your chest?”

Steve pulled back like he was caught doing something wrong and I can see it in his eyes… They are my initials.