•Obsession Gone Bad• (BxBxB)

Chapter 6

I spent a comfortable 45 minutes resting on Mikael’s lap as he pressed at the knots in my back. I was lucky I was still mostly conscious after some time had past, because It was likely that any more of his magical hand work, and I would be drooling as well as knocked out. I drowsily glanced at my watch and frowned.

It was time to go. I didn’t wanna talk about therapy shit but I could get used to having someone do this for me.  I lifted myself up and yawned. Y’know the dizzy and tired feeling, as if you could pass out any second? That was me right now. I haven’t been this relaxed in…years.

“Do you do these free massages for everyone?” I raise my eyebrows.

“heavens no. Do you understand how many people would be given the opportunity to sue for assault if I did that? I would likely win the case, but I wouldn’t want attention drawn to myself Ezra.” He seemed appalled by my question.

His face resembled a stripper who was told she wasn’t good enough at her lap dance and then wasn’t paid for her poor services. Which translates to, he looked downright offending as if I had wronged him in some way.

“guess I’m just…special?” I shrugged.

“Yes, very special ezra.” He smiled and opened the door for me. My mom stood up as she saw me.

“how did it go baby?” she kissed my cheek

“it went fine. Felt like everything I imagined. I guess.” I desperately wanted to change the subject, and I felt kinda bad at my mom’s crestfallen face. I hadn’t meant to hurt her feelings, but I didn’t wanna talk about mine.

“O-okay. That’s good. I hope. If you’d like to talk to me you can, y’know. Let me go pay the receptionist, you can head to the car.” She told me. A hand tapped my shoulder and I swiftly turned around.

“Ezra, my number. Put it in your phone. I wish for you to contact me.”  He wanted me to contact him. Was that…normal for therapists to ask that?

I took the number. I didn’t feel like stressing myself out over it m, especially since I was having to go over to Caius’s house later tonight.

As I sat in the car my mom walked out. I waved at her.
“Would you like to stop for some ice cream?” she asked.

I almost felt as if she were buttering me up in hopes of hearing what I talked about with the therapist.

“Sure, why not.”

“from where?” I didn’t know. I liked Wendy’s ice cream, and I liked dairy queens ice cream. I ended up deciding on Wendy’s.

“a friend will be picking me up, by the way, I have a school project to work on with him. We did it at our house last time, so I’m going over to his place this time.”

“oh? That sounds good. Be home before 11?  I’m free tomorrow, so we can hang out then.” She pulled into our driveway.

I sat for a minute. Savoring my vanilla ice cream. Was I basic in my tastes? Yes. Was I wrong? No. is chocolate ice cream an abomination of chemicals that tastes nothing like chocolate? Yes again.

I saw Caius’s expensive black car pull up by my sidewalk. That was not the car he came in last time.  He ushered for me to hop in so I did, I got into the passenger side and buckled my seatbelt.

“ice cream?” he asked.

“nah. It’s obviously a four course meal served with expensive wine. I’d have hoped you were not blind. But maybe I was wrong.” I smirked at my comment. I was funny. Y’know what wasn’t funny?

When Caius snatched up my ice cream and took a big ass bite out of it.

“what the hell? First off, no one takes my ice cream from me, second, who bites ice cream?”

“I’d like to point out that I did just take your ice cream, and I do bite out of it. You got a problem?” he had driven onto the highway.

“where exactly is your house, Caius?” I asked after taking my ice cream back.

I didn’t really want it now that he had eaten off of it, but I didn’t want him to have it either.

“just…out there. Y’know? I live in a pretty big house.” I scoffed. I didn’t quite like the atmosphere, but it was enough that I could laugh, which meant it was fine.

“your parents rich or something? Or did you get yourself a sugar mommy.” What a weird prick .I be that was how he got his car.
“No, no sugar mommy. I live with my brother. However, I could be your sugar daddy, if you wanted. I’ve said it before, that ass is fine.” Okay. Mood ruined.

“You’re not getting my ass you creepy fu-“ I caught myself and grumbled. I noticed a bird outside the window on a passing post. She was pretty. I yelped when a punishing grip held my wrist.

“While I appreciate your effort to….watch your language, you need to not have to correct yourself mid sentence. You’ll hold my hand the rest of the way back.” I pulled away.