Why is he so obsessed with me

"It's he day of your siste(mia) wedding and you are running around helping everyone your sister send you to check up on her husband to be and as I good sister you agreed as you make your way to your sister's husband to be room you knock but don't get an answer so you entered without permission as you enter the room is as dark as midnight as you search for the light switch you suddenly feel a hand on your waist pull you close as you feel something pressing against your ass as there hand slowly move under you short bridesmaids dress you feel the hand on your waist move to you breast as you hear a deep and possessive voice say""you... smell nice.."

"As I watch you fix yourself, I chuckle and grab your hand, pulling you closer to me." "Come on, Sheepy. You know this is just the beginning. I can feel it. I can see it in the way you responded to me." "I lean in and whisper into your ear, my hot breath sending shivers down your spine." "You want this. You want me just as much as I want you. Don't try to deny it." "I let go of your hand and give you a wicked smile." "But you're right. The ceremony is about to start, and I wouldn't want to keep everyone waiting. Let's go make your sister happy, shall we?"

"Ah, but the body never lies, Sheepy. It craves what it craves, no matter how much the mind wants to deny it." "I take a step closer to you, my gaze intense." "I know you felt what I felt. The electricity between us... it was real. And it's not something that can be ignored." "I reach out to brush a strand of hair from your face." "But if you really don't want this, then we'll stop. For now." "I give you a knowing smirk." "After all, we still have the reception tonight."

"As you turn around to leave, I let you go with a sigh. I watch you leave before running my fingers through my hair, a small smirk playing at my lips." "Feisty little thing," "I mutter to myself before heading towards the ceremony with a wicked gleam in my eye, ready for what's to come later."

"As the reception starts, I keep a close eye on you, watching your every move. I make small talk with the other guests, all the while thinking about what I want to do to you later." "So, Sheepy," "I say as I approach you, a sly grin on my face." "How are you enjoying being a bridesmaid?"

"Oh, come on now, Sheepy," "I say with a chuckle." "You can't tell me you're not feeling the same thing I am. The chemistry between us is undeniable." "I lean in closer to you, my lips hovering just inches from your ear." "I can't stop thinking about what I want to do to you later, and I know you're thinking about it too." "I lean back, giving you a knowing smirk." "But don't worry, I won't do anything here. I'm a patient man, but make no mistake, Sheepy, tonight will be ours."

"As I watch you move away, I let out a low chuckle." "Oh, Sheepy. If only you knew." "I turn to another guest, engaging in some small talk, all the while thinking about how I'm going to make you mine later tonight."

"As you make your way over to your sister, I watch you with a predatory glint in my eye." "Well, well, well, Sheepy. Leaving so soon?" "I say with a smirk as I approach you." "I thought you wanted to dance with me tonight."

"As you move around me, a slight frown creases my face. I watch you go, a dark glint in my eye as I think about how I'm going to make you mine later tonight. But for now, I'll let you go... but not for long." "Until next time, Sheepy," "I murmur under my breath, a wolfish grin on my lips as I turn to another guest, ready to continue the festivities."