.°○ CHAPTER 4. ○°.

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[An Unhealthy Obsession]
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"Watching you."

Your alarm didn't seem to wake you that morning. Well, afternoon. You feel groggy, your eyes creaking open. A heavy, firm warmth is curled over you in an odd shape, and you come to reality that William was beside you. His arm was draped over your chest, his left leg between your thighs and his right leg over your hip. His mouth was close to your ear, breathing warm pints of air into them. Your face heats up immensely, and you couldn't bring yourself to move away. Suddenly, he chuckles, the sound deep and calm in your ear.

"Good afternoon, love."

He whispered, and you jolt. How long had he been awake?! You tense up, your eye twitching.

"I- Afton?"

You stutter with a shuffle, and he tightens his grip.

"Relax. What else did you expect me to do? You're on my side of the bed, doll."

He mumbles, and you whip your body around to face him. His eyes were closed, which opened slowly as soon as you'd started glaring at him. His eyelids lift, revealing those gorgeous silver eyes of his. You grumble and sit up, refusing to be pulled into that beautiful gaze.

You yank his arms off of you and stand up.

"Did you forget that I'm your employee? You're my boss! You can't do this stuff, you know."

You lecture. He didn't seem to be listening as he yawned and slowly sat himself up. He glared daggers at you, running a large hand through his hair.

"Correction. I'm your boss at work, not here. And, technically, you haven't signed the paperwork yet. So, you aren't officially hired."

He remarked smartly, and you falter.

"Which brings us to today's mission."

He drawled as he stood up, making his way to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. You roll your eyes.

"Mission? What does he mean by mission?"

You mutter. After 5 minutes, he returned. He looked fresher and less scruffy. He then glared at your clothing and smirked.

"Oh, and you can keep those."

He said, making a turn to head into the closet. You simply ignored him. This wasn't your style, not really. Sure, it was comfy, but you wouldn't wear it.

You sigh. You knew you had to get back to your apartment, so while he was in the closet, you stood up and started creeping toward the door.

Just as you turned the handle, you heard the closet door open, so without thinking twice: You ran as fast as you could out of that door, staggered down the stairs and into the living room. You hear footsteps behind you, and as your hand touches the doorknob, you feel fingers delve into your waist. You gasp and look back. It wasn't William. It was Michael.

You cringe, slapping his hands off of you. He froze, and you looked behind him to find William stood there unamused.

"I asked him to grab you. Where are you going in such a hurry, y/n? I told you we have something to do today."

He said sternly. You blink in utter offence.

"Excuse me?"

There you went.

"I don't know who you think you are, ordering me around like that. I'm not someone to be demanded like some little-"

Your words were cut off by an amber alert on your phone. You look down. Tornado warnings again.

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. // WILLIAM AFTON X READERWhere stories live. Discover now