Obsession

Jake

Anastasia moans in her sleep.

That is not something I want stored in any part of my obsessive brain.

Last night was a crazy night. For starters she had defied me and fled from my side, choosing to remain hidden while I searched for any sign of a petite attractive-looking brunette in a red dress. Then I was forced to acknowledge Adam as the COO of the company even though I wanted to gauge out his eyes for laying his eyes on her. Although I remain the only CEO and heir of my father who initiated the company from scratch while I expanded it to what it is now, he still has the responsibility to pick out the prime executives of the company.

And I still have the right to kick them out if I wished to.

Apart from bearing with Adam, I also had to entertain the company of a beautiful blonde daughter of a minister, my mother had hooked me up with. Of course I’ve forgotten her name but if Anastasia hadn’t ruined the night, she would have spent the night with her mouth wound tight around my cock.

The unpleasantness of having to act like a fucking diplomat was nothing compared to seeing Adam practically all over Anastasia at the bar with desire oozing from every pore on his body. I absolutely hate that I felt that way. More than anything. But I did feel that way and there was no way I was going to look aside while he did God-knows-what with a drunk Anastasia.

And to crown the night’s repulsiveness, she threw up all over my –

Christ!

Regardless, I had sent the driver away because there’s no way I’d let anyone see her like that. Then I took her home – my home because she couldn’t seem to remember where she kept her keys – and then I called Mia, my sister to help clean her up because, well sometimes I could be a gentleman and I didn’t want to have to see the parts of her that would automatically turn me into lust-driven pervert.

Now said Mia is standing at the other side of the counter while I coolly sip my coffee in my kitchen, glaring at me with enough fire to burn down the fucking pacific.

“Wanna spit it out?” I seethe.

Mia drew out an angry breath and released it. “It’s her!” she emphasized.

“So?”

“Her! As in the girl you couldn’t stop – what is wrong with you, Jake?”

I shrug. “I had no hand in it. She showed up one day in the office and asked for a j—”

“Cut it out!” she raises a finger, cutting me off, “I know you, Jake, more than anyone I know you. I recognized the look in your eyes yesterday. I know that look.”

I give her a cold stare. “What look?”

“The one that says—you’re obsessed with her aren’t you?”

“Don’t fucking say that out loud.”

“But you are, aren’t you?”

I smack the coffee mug on the table. “Fuck. No!” I bark, “I may have – fine” I hold up one hand in surrender, “maybe I manipulated every company to reject all her applications and point her this way. And maybe she is the girl from the bus station. But she is here for a reason!!”

“Yeah?” Mia barks, “so you can find out just how far you can go?”

My anger subsides to a low boil as I regard her because I know exactly what she is talking about.

Me and my stupid obsessions.

“No,” I reply her quietly, “she is going to be my cure.”

I found out about Anastasia a year ago. It was easy to get captured in the ethereal clumsiness of her beauty. That wild golden brown hair, that sexy pettiness that tugged at my primal urge to protect, those green eyes, and the tears that wrecked her whole body. I was drawn to the girl in the bus station. The girl soaked under the rain. The girl that cried and wept until all that was left were the paleness and dry heaves of her body. I sat in my car, watching her for two whole hours while she drenched. And then I followed her because there was nothing I wanted to do more in the world at the moment than lose myself in the sorrow of the girl whose tears tugged at a strange spot in my heart.

Maybe she would end it all.

The obsession that took over my mind.

Maybe if I stayed in close proximity with this girl, if I challenged myself that I would not get obsessed with yet another thing in my life, if I stayed with her and still manage to be myself at the end, then maybe I’ll be cured.

Anastasia was supposed to be my cure.

And I’m still hanging on to that thread with my every shred of hope I have. So I’ll put all my defenses up like a shield and fight my own self if I have to.

But I don’t expect Mia to understand any of that.

I wash my hand and grab my keys from the counter.

Mia gives me a horrified look. Sometimes I forget she is younger with three years because she is she assumes the role of a fed-up elder sibling. “Where are you going to this early?”

“To Adam’s.”

She follows me outside the mansion, her footsteps trotting behind me. “You said you were not obsessed with her.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you off to Adam’s to give hell because he touched her if you don’t classify her as yours.”

She sounds like my fucking therapist.

But I reply her anyway.

“Because someone’s gotta teach him a fucking lesson.”