Page 43 of Psychotic Obsession
He looks like Ewan. He’s smart, works in the same hospital as her, and he has money. I glance up at myself in the mirror, wondering if I go ink myself up and get rid of my glasses and all my medication, if she’d consider me acceptable as her type.
When I fucked her, I didn’t want to leave the room. We stayed there for two days while Gabriella slipped in for a change of clothes and disappeared again. During those forty eight hours, we had clothes on for maybe two.
I was inside her too many times to count.
She’d fallen asleep, and I’d taken pictures of her face. I know that was wrong, a violation of privacy, but I needed something for when she left.
I pull my glasses off, my vision blurring as I watch myself, inspecting my facial features. I have a strong jawline like my father, a slim nose, straight teeth, long lashes. What else do I need to do to gain her affection? To make her fall in love with me so fucking hard, she never leaves me?
I missed my therapy session yesterday, and it got rescheduled to today, but I don’t plan on going then either. I’ve found the only cure to my mortal mind is spending time with Aria.
My doctor will make me feel better.
She just needs to understand I’m different. I can be difficult and weird and harder to deal with, but I’ll try. I’ll try to be normal enough to be considered her partner.
Even if I need to remove all her previous partners so she has no one to compare me to.
I check my phone to see a message from her, asking what my plans are for dressing up at work tomorrow for superhero day.
Me: Lucy wants me to be an Avenger.
To be exact, she wants me to be a shield wielding guy with super sonic speed, stronger than anyone else on the planet. He’s her favorite from watching all the movies.
Doctor Miller: Cute. It’s my last day tomorrow if you want to do one last thing together before I leave. Maybe a movie with Justin and Gabriella?
My jaw tightens until it hurts. She’s implying we won’t do anything after she flies home, that this is done.
Over my dead body.
Chapter 18
Aria
Monday comes faster than I hoped, and although it's Superhero day and we all get to dress up, it's my last shift at the hospital. It's also my last time ever working with Tobias, and a part of me is devastated by that.
He is still on the same ward, but he is no longer my assistant. Yet he still comes into my office, sneaks a kiss on the cheek, brings me coffee, and texts me throughout the day about how he can’t wait for the shift to be over so we can hang out.
Honestly, I feel like a teenager again with a crush, and I like it. It keeps my mind off what’s waiting for me back home: impending heartache.
Although, the thought isn’t as bad now that I have Tobias keeping me company. I don’t miss Ewan as much, but there’s always that long-lasting, lingering love, and the fact I miss him.
I’m selfish and need to stop this with Tobias, because I’m starting to like him, really like him, and I know he likes me.
We agreed to keep things going the way it is for now, but when I fly back to Scotland, we will part ways. If I'm ever back in Florida, we can meet up, maybe continue where we left off.
I agreed to one last date, a parting gift of sorts for us both–a night at a restaurant followed by the movies, probably ending in a bar somewhere. Gabriella and Justin are coming too.
I pull my phone out, rereading his message from this morning. I slept in and haven't had time to reply yet.
TobiasWork: Can l just lock you up so you can't leave?
Me: I’m not sure how serious you’re being, so I’m going to go with no. Plus, I doubt you have any skills in doing so.
TobiasWork: I'm offended, Doctor. Do I need to teach you a lesson again?
My thighs clench together, remembering his lesson in the shower last night before he left. Every time I made a sound, he removed his tongue from my pussy. He wanted to show me how much more intense my orgasm could be when I'm trying to hold in every moan and every whimper.
I practically fell apart in his arms, blinded by euphoria, and he carried me to bed and kissed my cheek before leaving.
