A Psycho's Love

A Psycho's Love. 1

A Psycho's Love. 1

Tae POV.

I am a doctor. A surgeon. I love my profession. It was my dream to be a surgeon. A top notch, high in demand. People seriously feel lucky when they are treated by me.

I am young, mere 32 years. Eligible bachelor. Rich. I own multiple penthouses in almost all big cities of the country, where i love to spend time, whenever i am on vacations. I earn good, in 6 digit figures. And my account, well i am a Black Card Holder engraved in my name. Platinym and Gold Cards, duh, used to pay my food. People say i am arrogant, but thats who i am. You cant affrod me, dont mess with me.

I dont have friends, no particular hobbies. But yes i love clubbing. Drinks, dance, drugs and dates. I am BI. And people know it. Openly. Tsk, people are so desperate. I wonder why girls and boys have so high sex derive. They literally pleade to be fucked. And who am i to refuse. I love to satisfy their sexual needs. Thanks to the prescribed drugs, i have high stamina. Cocky? Yes i am.

I am Tae. The Might Tae Darvid Kreepolrerk. I can get anything and everything i want in a flip of fingers. You name it, i have it. Am the God of my world with everything i want. But.... That one boy.

I dont know why i am so obsessed with him. He is in the same University where i studied, but he is in business management. A sports freak. An athlete. I saw him first time when the senior allumini, us, were invited in the sports festival of University.

He was a participant in basketball. I dont know why i couldnt stop myself to offer him a friendly 1 on 1 match after his team won the finals.

He was wearing blue and red jersy. And mid thigh shorts. His firm thighs were glistering with sweat. He was still breathing hard, twirling the ball on his finger. He was the Captain. He was chewing a gum. He came to me and chuckled lightly.

"Sir. You want to play like this"? He teased me pointing from head to toe. I followed his gaze and smiled. I was in a 3 piece. A custom made tailored suit. With brown shining shoes.

"Whats the prize"? I turned to face him opening my coat and waist coat.

"3 matches. 1 goal in 1 minute. Dinner tommorow from the loser". He was utmost confident.

I opened my tie and put it with my coat on the bench. Unbuttoning my shirt a few buttons, folding the sleeves i grab the basketball from him, twirling and spinning to show that i wasnt less than him.

His friends left the court leaving space for us. I was dribbling the ball and he was casually giving me space hovering here and there. I stood outside the D and was about to throw the ball in the basket and whooooshhhhhh. 

The next thing that i saw was him hanging by the basket as he flawlessly threw the ball and scored one goal under one minute.

He jumped down and passed the ball to me. Dang.... This boy. Okay. This time i was much more concentrating on the ball in my hand and the basket awaiting. But this time i was judging his movements too.

May be this time i was good enough to dodge him, i managed to score a goal.

"Okay. Thats a 1-1. Final goal. Ready to reserve the table Sir". He winked at me holding the ball. And let it begin. He was dribbling the ball, dodging in milliseconds. I must admit he is a pro. A lean leopard. I managed to steal the ball from him but all i could hear was his laughter.

A laughter full of joy and amuse.

"2-1. I prefer Sushi". He came to me offering his hand for handshake that i accepted with a smile. I lost but it didnt offend me. I loved playing.