The below is an excerpt from The Possessive, a Vampire/Witch romance now available on Radish Fiction.
She took both bottle and glass to the lounge room and dropped down onto the lounge, kicking her feet up onto the glass coffee table. She sipped the wine and pulled her laptop into her lap. She opened the lid and stared at the website that she’d been stalking for two weeks now.
Eli Damiani, CEO of the entertainment industry’s shining star SinCorp, has announced the purchase of five new land holdings across City Central and Hamilton Bay and says that SinCorp plans to use at least three of these holdings to open new nightclubs.
Despite vocal objections from local lobby groups that insist Damiani is creating a culture of ‘booze and strippers’ in otherwise upper class neighbourhoods, stock prices for SinCorp have soared to over $121.61 per share.
Soph let her eyes drift from the article that she’d already read a dozen times to the accompanying picture. Eli Damiani stared back at her, his arms crossed over his chest and a knowing smirk on his lips.
In the two weeks since they’d had drinks together she’d only seen him a handful of times across the street. He’d never noticed her. She sighed and opened a new browser. Maybe she should Google Marco instead.
A loud crash behind her made her jump and someone began hammering on her door. She lurched to her feet to open it, aware in the back of her mind of the fact that her doorman, Harvey, hadn’t buzzed her to tell her someone was coming up.
She put her hand on the door knob and felt her amulet flare hot against her chest. The warning didn’t deter her; she pulled the door open.
Eli was there, his dark hair in a tousled – as if he’d been running – and his eyes wild with panic. His chest heaved and he was braced against the door frame as if some invisible force was stopping him from coming inside.
Beyond him, she could see that the door to the fire exit had been almost ripped from its hinges and from within she could hear a guttural shriek echoing up the stairwell. It was coming closer.
“Soph,” Eli begged, his voice hoarse, “please let me in.”