Working Title: Spark of Obsession
When author DeAndre Marshall’s marriage crumbles under the weight of his wife Tiffany’s emotional neglect, he seeks solace in an affair with Skylar Thomas, his co-author, whose charm and magnetic presence seem to ignite the dying spark in his dying marriage.
Skylar isn’t just a lover. She’s ghost in his mind and a presence in his subconscious, rewriting his memories in a cyberpunk future where the lines between love and trust are hacked illusions.
Tiffany, consumed by jealousy and obsession, hacks into Skylar’s neural patterns, trying to force herself into DeAndre’s mind, her cybernetic reflections, and her own memories of love. But the deeper she digs, the more she realizes that she’s not just trying to fix a marriage but build a monster.
As Skylar’s influence grows, so does Tiffany’s paranoia. She self-destructs, rewriting DeAndre’s memory of her in favor of Skylar’s version of him. Now Skylar is a virus in DeAndre’s consciousness, a woman who’s played both sides of the love equation – beautiful, deadly, and utterly impossible to escape.
In this cyberpunk erotic thriller, where love is a glitch and passion is a hack, one woman’s obsession will tear DeAndre apart, not for who she is, but for who he’s becoming… if she succeeds.
Life As Shawn Johnson
Entry: June 1st, 2026
It’s June first and I’m still the odd nigga out. My phone don’t sign unless someone wants something.
It’s never “Hey, Sean, you good, bro?” or “Sean, I was just thinkin’ bout you, boo!”
Nah, it’s “Sean, I need you to..” or “Hey, I need this quick favor, fam.”
Nuh uh, it’s stopping today. And just like clockwork, here go Niecy blowing up my phone with some annoying ass shit about some niggas she was fucking with. Declined. The therapist is about unless she got money. I’ll send her a CashApp request of $100 for my services. Fuck it, I’mma roll back over and go to sleep.
A Lil Somethin In Houston
I dialed her number.
“I just pulled up to the hotel in Houston, shoot me your location”.
Five minutes later I pulled up on her at lunch. I opened the car door and she quickly hopped in. Minimal conversation.
“Where we going?” I asked.
“Pull in over here” she replied.
The area was perfect for a quick duck off. I turned the car off and opened her door.
“Damn, just like in all the videos.”
I wasted no time bending her over. Her panties came off with ease.
I spread her cheeks slowly and rub my tongue over her pussy lips.
“Oh fuck” I muttered.
“What!”
“Nothin..you just taste so good.”
My tongue circled her clit slowly. She grabbed my head and pushed it against her.
Her breathing quicken and a soft moan escaped her mouth.
My tongue circled faster. Her legs shook. I felt her loosen her grip.
“Gimmie the dick..”
“Later, I’m still hungry.”
“I said gimme the dick. I ain’t had none in awhile.”
I stood up and quickly unzipped.
“You sure we got time now? I don’t want you to be late, plus Imma be here all week.”
“Ok, I hear you but please, just fuck me.”
She exhaled sharply.
I slid into her pussy slowly and exhaled in relief. Shit, the pussy was so good. I guided her hips back into me, controlling the rhythm.
“That’s it, take it. That pussy feels so good.”
“Yeah..” escaped her lips each time she met my thrusts.
“You’re so wet for me. I love that shit.”
“Just for you.” she said lowly.
“Push back, baby, get yours. Get yours. I’ll get mine tonight.” My voice dropped as I got lost in the moment.
She threw it back faster. My dick throbbed harder.
“Oh God….” She moaned. Her body shook again.
“You good, baby?” I asked.
‘Mmmhmm, I’m good. Let me just – Ok, ok. I’m good. I’m good.” She put her panties back on before sitting back in the passenger seat.
“What time you get tonight?”
“Five.”
“I can come get you if you want.”
“Ok, I’ll let you know.”
I pulled back up to her job and let her out with a knowing smirk. No one knew what happened between us. At least they wouldn’t have until she walked in there floating. I made my way back to the hotel and chilled there until 4:55.