Chains of Obsession

30

♤Alexander♤

For the fuck sake, it has only been a week and Antonio and Emilia decided to sneak out.

Right now, they are both in my office, drunk. Antonio is sleeping, and Emilia is trying to flirt with me.

I can't believe the sight in front of me. Antonio, who is supposed to be sober and healing, is passed out in my office chair, drunk off his ass. His head is lolled back, and he's snoring loud enough to wake the dead.

Meanwhile, Emilia, the one who was supposed to be keeping an eye on him, is practically draped over me, slurring her words as she tries to flirt with me.

I shake my head, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration.

"Why am I not surprised?" I mutter, looking over at the sleeping Antonio, then back at Emilia.

She's grinning at me, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused. Her cheeks are flushed with alcohol, and she's leaning heavily on my arm, giggling like a schoolgirl.

I gently try to push her off me, but she just clings to me tighter.

"C'mon, Alexander," she slurs, pouting up at me. "Don't be a party pooper. Let's have some fun."

I grit my teeth, trying to keep my annoyance in check.

"Fun, huh?" I say, raising an eyebrow at her. "Is that what you call getting drunk and trying to hit on me when your boyfriend is passed out?"

"He...he isn't my boyfriend," she slurred.

My eyes widen in surprise at her words. "He isn't... your boyfriend?" I repeat, studying her face more closely.

Wait, what the hell is going on here? I thought these two had been together for months. Now Emilia is saying he isn't her boyfriend?

I can feel a headache starting to form at my temples as I try to process this new information. Meanwhile, Emilia is still clinging to me, giggling and nuzzling her face into my shoulder.

"Let me make you feel good." She mumbled as she touched my covered dick.

I quickly grabbed her wrist, gently but firmly pushing her hand away from me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I say firmly, trying to keep my composure.

"Emilia, you're drunk. You don't know what you're doing."

"I know. And I-I know that... that I am in love with you," she slurred.

Her drunken confession hits me like a punch to the gut.

"What?" I stare at her, shocked and confused.

She's...in love with me? When the hell did that happen?

I push her away from me, putting some distance between us.

"Emilia, you're drunk," I repeat firmly. "You don't know what you're saying."

"I know what I'm saying," she slurs, wobbling a bit on her feet.

She tries to take a step towards me, but her balance is off, and she stumbles drunkenly.

"You need to sober up," I say firmly, catching her before she can fall.

Antonio still hasn't stirred from his drunken slumber in the chair, snoring loudly as I try to handle Emilia.

I gently steer Emilia towards a couch on the other side of the room, guiding her down onto it.

"Sit here," I tell her. "And don't move."