Obsessive (AMBW)

Act II

Hey, readers! While writing this, I didn't realize how long the first chapter dragged out. I apologize!

- 𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘋𝘢𝘬-𝘏𝘰 -

I may have made a simple mistake.

It happens to the best of us.

We have all been in this same exact situation. We all accidently reveal to the person we're stalking that we know their name and exactly who they are, and then go to their job and make it worse.

We all struggle with dumbass syndrome. Right?

Fuck you, agree with me.

I was hard. But I also wanted to show her what was wrong with her shaking that ass for anyone. I was pissed that she would do that for anyone. I grasped my member through the boxers. I hadn't beat my shit to anything to be honest. This was a first for me. I took it into my hand. Thinking back to when I saw her in that bar. Her ass, the way it moved. I started to go faster.

"Hngh."

I covered my mouth.

That was gay.

I continued, letting out moans here and there as I thought back to Milan. Then I remembered that look of despair on her face when she realized I knew her name. I came immediately.

Fuck.

I cleaned myself up and sat on the edge of my bed. My penthouse was dead silent. No movement inside.

My father was a conglomerate. He owned a big business which boomed and now I have wealth too. But I haven't seen my father in over 5 years. Once he saw me kill a squirrel we stopped talking.

In my defense, the squirrel had rabies.

He still paid for my necessities and put money on my card, but I hardly used it for anything other than more knives and take-out. I wondered how she was feeling. But I knew watching her right now would just put her on more edge than before. I bit my lip thinking about my talk with her. I bit it so hard it bled.

I needed her. I knew it was early to just assume, but every second I spent without her was another moment I felt lonely. I brushed back my mid-length black hair. The next time she saw me I would be a businessman. I would be her ideal type.

She was going to love me.

- 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯 -

Fuck no.

I was not doing this.

I packed my bags almost immediately as I got home. I booked a flight for tomorrow and I packed my shit. Lucas could wait, I would tell him everything once I got home. I realized that it was me who hadn't showered him in love. I let my doubts get to me. I was ruining the relationship. I only could realize that when I wasn't sure I was going to make it back into America.

I was going to believe in nationalism after this.

'muricah ya'll.

Everything that could hurt in my body hurt. My tummy ached, I had to go potty, and I couldn't feel my hands. I was moving fast. I didn't even want to sleep that night.