Page 12 of Psychotic Obsession

It’s not. I tolerate him most of the time. I met him during a group therapy session when we were eighteen, and he kind of latched onto me. Since I’m a loner, he’s the only guy I talk to. Getting him into the same job as me was hard, considering my stepfather hates him, but it was a deal breaker if I had to come into this on my own.

But Justin is definitely trying to fuck with me right now, because he’s attempting to hide his smirk as he calls out Aria’s name the closer she and her friend get to us.

I watch Aria’s eye lift to him, and she tilts her head as he gets up and gestures for her to sit on his side of the booth. Her lips are moving as she says something to him, and I feel itchy with the way he leans on the table and smiles at her while secretly planning to fuck Gabriella.

Thankfully, Gabriella moves my doctor aside and drops down beside Justin.

My skin tingles as a presence sits beside me, and I’m so fucking drawn to her scent, her naked leg one slight movement away from touching me, her dark hair flowing down her back...

Damn. I am so fucked for this girl, and I’ve only just met her.

I pull out my phone to try to distract myself from dropping my hand to her thigh and demanding she let me lick every fucking hole available to me.

Me: Keep Justin away from your friend.

Without lifting my eyes to watch her, I see the three bubbles pop up as she types back.

Doctor Miller: Are you jealous? You don’t seem the type.

Me: I’m not, and I’m not jealous. He’ll just try to fuck her, and we don’t need that kind of awkwardness at work when he ghosts her after it.

Doctor Miller: Good point. I’m going to call a cab and take her home.

Me: Don’t bother. I’ll drive you back to your hotel.

I don’t give her a chance to type back—my phone slides into my pocket, and I take one last drink of my glass of water.

Wanting to crack open his jaw, I mouth to Justin, “back off the doctors.”

He laughs. “The fuck?” he mouths back. “I’m not claiming yours.”

I stare at him, losing my patience. He laughs again and lifts his hands.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I turn to Aria, seeing her click her screen off and give me a nervous smile.

Checking it, I see she sent me another message.

Doctor Miller: Can we leave now?

Watchingher sleep should be illegal.

She has no right to be as beautiful as she is, so fucking addictive to be around. I can’t even leave her hotel room. Her friend is sleeping in the bathtub, Justin is asleep on the floor, and my little doctor is tucked up in bed, looking fresh and adorable.

She groans gently while she dreams, her brows furrowing while she turns her head away from me. The sound alone is enough to make my dick hard, which is wrong. I shouldn’t be turned on by her. She’s off limits, technically in charge of me at work, and I don’t have an attraction to people.

It was always something I thought was wrong with me. I was homeschooled, so I didn’t experience the same upbringing as the likes of Justin, who fucked everything with a pulse. I didn’t go to a prom, homecoming, or have a group of friends who helped each other get laid. It was a miracle I even lost my virginity at the age of twenty-three.

I shake my head and refuse to think about that one time I was drunk. The only time I waseverdrunk, because me and alcohol don’t mix. I’d end up with someone fifteen years older than me again and used as a toy because her husband was sleeping around on her.

I’ve never been interested in sex, never felt attraction.

So why am I staring at this girl and feeling the need to protect her at the same time as needing to shove my cock so far down her throat, she stops breathing?

Fuck.

Repress.

There’s movement in the bathroom, and I look over to see Justin leaning against the doorway, rubbing her eyes. “You let me sleep on the fucking floor?”