MEANT TO BE MINE

Allen Jones ~Puppy~

Puppy. The perfect word to describe him. Just like a puppy. Cling to your side and want to follow you around everywhere. Quickly attempting to make a bond. However, adding human social interaction, it was over the top. It started when he stopped a group of guys from bothering you and your drunk friend from a party she insisted you went to. He gave you his number in case you ever needed any help or had a problem with a guy, he'd take care of it. You never did, but you'd start seeing him at different places and he'd start up a conversation. Eventually, it led to you guys hanging out more and more. A lot of people seemed to tense up around him and you asked him about it at some point. Only to get a vague answer that he has a past that he'd rather not talk about. You didn't press it farther. 

This red haired, red eyed-tall man with a large amount of muscle would look intimidating just on appearance-but he adored you. Starting with friendly conversation. Moving to hanging out. Hanging out at your house. Wanting to spend more and more time with you. Running errands with you. Texting you throughout the day to keep in contact while he was busy with 'work'. Whatever work was, he never went into details other than he was 'self-employed'. Some might say that's a cover-up for being un-employed, but considering his vehicle and the gifts he gives or attempts to give you-there's no way he could be the first choice. As time went on it got to the point he'd be cleaning the house or working on xyz that you needed to get done before you got home from work as your roommate would let him in. 

The short-while the two of you had been dating was a-lot to put it bluntly. There was so much attention and affection and care to the point it was smothering. Some might point out the level of clingyness was unhealthy or the way he just 'happened' to appear at different places you went to seemingly out of no where as you hadn't met him before the party some months ago. The man currently cuddled up behind you, both arms wrapped around your waist to let him know you're still laying down with him. His legs wrapped with yours, keeping you as close as he could in this position. Glancing down at the wrap around his wrist area, you began to wonder how far is love-care-obsession with you went. He had just gotten your name tattooed on his wrist without asking you if you would like it or without any warning. He claimed he did it, so even when he was away from you, he could feel close to you. He had a few of his shirts that he liked you to wear with your body spray, so he could hold them when the two of you spent nights apart. You happened to glance at his phone earlier to see he had a photo of you as his background and lock screen, as well as when you looked at the photos in his phone when he went to the bathroom. 

Nearly all his photos were of you. Photos you knew he took, photos of you sleeping, some where he took them without you noticing, and then some of different time you didn't remember him being there. Had he been following you around sometimes when the two of you weren't together? As messed up as it may sound to others...you enjoyed this. You enjoyed having someone being so in love with you, someone who adores you to the point they spend so much time thinking about you. Was this unhealthy? Sure. Did you care? Not really. Having him hold onto you like a lifeline and want your time with such need, you enjoyed it. The attention he gave you. It wouldn't surprise you if he had been stalking you before the two of you got together. Honestly, the relationship was a win-win. This love-sick man got to be with the one he was infatuated with and you in return had a man that adored you in a way that you had always wanted. 

Ring. Ring. Ring. 

Your phone broke you out of your thoughts, answering it, as it was your boss. Allen held you tighter, resting his head on your shoulder. Your boss asked you to come in for a few hours today as a few people called in, willing to pay you double. Agreeing, although you would rather be spending hours in bed cuddled up with your sweet boy, the extra money would allow you to get the item you had been waiting to save up to buy.