Page 19 of His Obsession
A black smudge of goo had found a new home in the back of the fridge. No amount of scrubbing was making it want to leave. Come to think of it, I didn’t think black was its original color.Gross. We could be slobs sometimes, even when I used cleaning for my emotional stress relief. I grabbed hold of the butter knife and scraped bits and pieces off when I felt a hand touch my shoulder.
I jumped in fright and came out with the knife fisted, ready to fight. Standing in front of me was an infuriating man with the skull tattoo I couldn’t seem to get out of my head… Alek.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I shouted in a whisper, not wanting to wake Lucy. Come to think of it, maybe I should’ve screamed and woken her up. Then she could meet this irritating man, and then I’d kill her for not locking the door. Murderous thoughts weren’t normal. Maybe I needed to see a therapist—step number two taken to the mental ward.
His mouth was moving, but I couldn’t hear anything. I put my hands up to stop him from speaking, rolled my eyes, then removed my earbuds.
“I said, you didn’t come into work today, and you weren’t answering your phone!” he repeated. His annoyance was obvious with his arms across his chest. “Didn’t you hear them?”
“Oh no, I heard them. I just chose not to answer you,” I lied, something else I noticed I was doing a lot lately. I didn’t hear them, though. My mind was in la-la land, trying to escape the actual world.
“You can put down the butter knife. You and I both know it won’t do you any good.”
I looked at my hand with the knife, not realizing I still held it up. Hesitating, I put it down with a clatter and stood from the floor, refusing Alek’s outstretched hand. I brushed past him and walked down the hall, throwing my rubber gloves down. There was one place in my home I could go, and that was my bedroom… with a lock on the door. His hand slammed in place as I swung the door shut, stopping it from latching. I gave it a good shove, but it wouldn’t budge.
Come on!
“What the hell do you want?” I asked, backing away from him. He followed me inside and shut the door behind him, his massive shoulders blocking the door.
“I wanted to see if you were still alive. Then, when I find you, you are bent over in short shorts and cleaning… alive and well. Then, you say you’re ignoring me.” He said as he walked closer towards me. “You know what that does to me, what it makes me want to do to you?”
“No, but I bet you’re going to tell me.” I couldn’t help but let out my sassy side just to piss him off.
My back hit the wall, and I had nowhere else to go. Alek pulled out my hair tie, and his fist twisted around my thick hair, gently tugging my head back. His voice quiet against my cheek. “I want to ruin you. I want to do things to you that you’ll never get out of your head and make you come begging for more.” His tongue darted out and licked the lobe of my ear, causing shivers to run down my legs.
“That’s never going to happen.” My confidence was draining with each nip of my lobe.
My body betrayed my words as he ground his stiff cock against me. His hand slid down my hip, grasping my thigh and dragging my leg up to wrap around his waist, giving him open access to my core. His lips pressed gentle kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking, causing me to whimper. Pulling away, a cold wash of reality came over me. My body was an entity all on its own now, separate from my mind of logic and reason. I swung to slap him when his hand came up and caught my wrist.
“I let you get away with that one time, and it won’t happen again. Don’t test my patience,” he said.
I jerked my hand out of his grasp and shoved him away. He took a few extra steps back and ran his fingers through his hair, growling with anger.
“You have no right to do that.” I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but that was all I could come up with. I would be full of comebacks if it was under normal circumstances, but Alek was a devilishly handsome man who made moisture pool between my legs, and it clouded my judgment.
“Next time I call, you’d better answer. I don’t have time for your games!” Alek said, ignoring the fact that he just put his hands on me again, and I would have to change my panties.
Infuriating.
“I’d be more inclined to follow said rules if I knew why,” I retorted. “I barely know you. Do you honestly think I’m going to listen to what you say and not question anything?” He had another thing coming if he thought I’d be the submissive type.Yes, sir. No, sir. Those words were not in my vocabulary, at least not in this situation.
“I told you it was for your safety. What part aren’t you comprehending.” He clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white.
“The ‘why’ part. Tell mewhyI need protection.”
“You know all you’re going to. Anything else can put you in danger! Just trust me.”
“Trust you? I don’t even know you. Since you refuse to tell me anything, you won’t get an ounce of cooperation from me.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Besides, I can take care of myself. I have been my entire life.” This was true; I never relied on people because they always disappointed me, aside from Lucy, that is.
Lucy was my family, and we had each other’s backs. We leaned on each other in foster care, and we did it now, just not as much as when we were kids.
I watched the fury fill his eyes as he swiped the knickknacks from my dresser. I watched as my things tumbled to the floor in shock, rolling in all different directions.
“What is your damage,huh?” I yelled at him while storming around my room to pick up my stuff. I kept nothing valuable or breakable on my dresser, something else you pick up in foster care. If you left that stuff out, you were bound to come home from school one day to find it missing or broken.
Grabbing me by the shoulders, he shook me. “I’m trying to protect you!” he said.
“I don’t need your protection. Plus, I’m fairly certain I wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for you.” I tried to duck away from his grasp to no avail. “It appears he is after you, not me, so just leave me alone, and I’ll be fine.” It sounded like a logical solution to me.