Page 11 of Psychotic Obsession

Then, he goes quiet, and I nervously shift to the side to put what minimal space I can between us.

Half an hour later, Tobias and I are still in silence as we watch the crowd. Justin is talking to my friend, and I know he’s trying to get with her. It’s written all over his face with the way he keeps licking his lips, watching her mouth, the way his hand slides under the table to grab her thigh. She enjoys it. Her cheeks heat and she keeps doing that fake, flirty laugh while dropping her head onto his shoulder.

Something about Justin sends alarm bells blaring in my head, but I don’t quite know why.

Gabriella taps my shin with the pointed toe of her shoe, and I frown at how red her eyes are. “Come to the bathroom with me!”

She stumbles as she gets to her feet, latching onto my arm as we head to the bathroom.

Chapter 5

Tobias

Fucking Justin.

The asshole nearly ruined my plan and blew my goddamn cover. I knew the second I told him where I wanted to go—a club full of strobes, lasers, and half naked people—he knew exactly why. I don’t go to these types of places, so he fucking put two and two together and realized my new obsession. He saw the way I’d been staring at Aria at work, how many times I checked my messages throughout the day, seeing absolutely nothing from her chat box.

I wanted to reach out first, but I searched online that if you lay it on heavy, it can be uncomfortable and come across like I’m a creep.

I’m not a creep—I just like the look of Dr. Aria Miller.

She hates when I call her that, but I don’t care. I like the way her nose scrunches when the name leaves my mouth, or how her lips purse, her eyes flashing with anger and annoyance. I almost want her to slap me.

It would be amazing. Imagine having her hand on my cheek? I’d be dreaming.

“Fuck, dude. She’s hammered.”

I look up from my phone to see my doctor’s friend, Gabriella, falling around the dance floor as they try to get to the bathroom.

Aria is worried. She’s trying to get her to walk straight. I almost want to go get a bottle of water for her drunk ass, but that involves leaving my seat and missing the view of her walking towards me on her way back to the booth.

Her friend is supposed to be here for work, and she’s drinking like that? I’m sure she hasn’t had that many drinks, but then I freeze and grip my phone so hard, I’m shocked it doesn’t crack.

I look at Justin, and he winks at me when he realizes I caught him. “Easy night, am I right?”

My left eye twitches at his words. I knew he was a scumbag, but to roofie a girl he’s trying to get with is a new low. I grit my teeth as Aria stresses more, her eyes lifting to me momentarily before vanishing through the women’s room door.

If her friend wasn’t so fucked up right now, I’d have her attention. It’s hopeful thinking, but I know she’d be over here, and I’d either have my arm behind her on the booth or she’d be giving me some sort of attitude for drinking alcohol when we have work tomorrow.

I’m not. My glass is filled with water. I don’t drink.

It messes with my medication, and I like to be in full control without putting a blocker on my psyche. It’s one thing my father was heavy on me with before he died. He was the only one who understood me and the way my mind worked, because I was exactly like him. Mom hated him for encouraging me to embrace my true self.

My true self meant being obsessed with one thing at a time and making it my entire life. When I was a kid, that was cars. Actually, one specific car. It was a red toy Ferrari that caught my attention in a store one day, and my entire room ended up covered in different sizes of it.

It seems the older I get, the more…intensely this obsessive personality trait is becoming, though this is the first time I’ve been obsessed with a person.

A girl.

Someone who I just happen to be an assistant for while she’s here temporarily.

Gabriella is whispering something to Aria on their way back, who rolls her eyes and shakes her head, dragging her friend to the booth. Justin smiles at me.

“Time to shine,” he says. “Wish me luck?”

“Why would I wish you luck when you drugged her? You’re weak and pathetic.”

He laughs. “That’s why we are best friends.”