Obsessed With You

chapter 6

Mattia

I entered the bar , the atmosphere enveloped me like a thick fog-laughter, the bass of the music, and the rich scent of spilled drinks mingling in the air. The energy was electric, a chaotic symphony that pulsed through the crowd, making me feel alive. I leaned against the counter, my back to the wall, and surveyed the room. Familiar faces danced in the dim light, their bodies swaying to the beat as if they were part of the music itself.

I waved the bartender over, ordering another shot of whiskey. He slid the drink to me with a knowing smile, as if he understood the nights I spent losing myself in the chaos. I threw back the shot, the warmth spreading through my chest, igniting the fire within.

As I scanned the crowd, my eyes landed on a group of girls laughing together, their eyes sparkling with mischief. I could feel their gazes drifting toward me, the allure of my bad-boy reputation drawing them in like moths to a flame. The thrill of it all was intoxicating.

Suddenly, a girl with striking blue eyes and a flirtatious smile made her way toward me, her movements confident and enticing. "I've heard stories about you," she said, leaning in close enough for me to catch the sweet scent of her perfume. "They say you're the one to beat."

"Stories, huh?" I replied, my tone teasing. "What else do they say?"

She bit her lip, a playful challenge in her gaze. "They say you kiss like you mean it. Care to prove it?"

With a smirk, I closed the distance between us, grabbing her waist and pulling her in. Our lips crashed together in a fierce kiss, igniting a spark that sent shivers down my spine. The world around us faded away as the kiss deepened, our mouths moving in perfect harmony. I could feel her surprise turning into excitement, her hands tangling in my hair as she pressed against me.

"Uhhh" she breathed when we finally broke apart, her cheeks flushed and her eyes alight with desire. "You definitely know how to make a girl feel something."

"Just getting started," I said, my voice low and filled with mischief. I leaned in again, capturing her lips with mine, feeling her melt into me as I deepened the kiss. It was intoxicating-the warmth of her body against mine, the heat of the moment pulling us closer.

In that instant, I was lost in the thrill of it all. The bar was a whirlwind of energy, and I was at its center, the bad boy everyone craved.

After a few moments, I pulled away and looked around the bar, the noise and excitement washing over me. I felt a familiar presence beside me-Nick, my best friend. He had been watching from a distance, his expression a mix of amusement and concern.

"You've got to stop giving out free samples, man," he joked, chuckling as he leaned against the bar next to me. "You're going to have a line of girls waiting outside."

I shrugged, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. "Yeah, but it's just a game. I'm not looking for anything serious."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of games, are you ready to call it a night? I think you've had enough fun for one evening."

I glanced around again, the energy still buzzing, but I could feel the alcohol wearing off, leaving me slightly dizzy. "Yeah, I think I want to head out. This place is starting to feel a little too crowded."

"Good call," he said, clapping me on the shoulder. "Let's get out of here before you lose your charm."

As we walked toward the exit, I felt the excitement lingering in the air, a reminder of the thrill that came with being Mattia, the bad boy everyone wanted to kiss.

When we reached the door, Nick turned to me. "You sure you don't want a ride home? It's late, and it might not be safe out there."

"Nah, I'll be fine," I replied, pushing the door open. "I need to clear my head. Besides, I like the walk."

Nick nodded, concern still evident on his face. "Alright, just be careful. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you," I called over my shoulder as I stepped outside into the cool night air. The streets were quiet, and I welcomed the solitude. As I started walking, I could still feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, the memories of the night clinging to me like a shadow. The night was still young, and I was ready to embrace whatever came next, alone.

The night air hit me like a cold splash as I stepped outside the bar, the sounds of laughter and music fading into the distance. My head was still buzzing from the whiskey, and every step I took felt like I was floating on a cloud of adrenaline. I leaned against the brick wall, taking a deep breath, trying to clear the haze from my mind.

The streets were quiet, lit only by the dim glow of street lamps flickering like stars in the dark. I loved this time of night, when the world felt like it belonged to me alone. I started to walk, the echoes of my footsteps bouncing off the pavement, a rhythm that matched the thumping in my chest.

Thoughts raced through my mind-flashes of the girls from the bar, their laughter, the heat of their bodies against mine. I could still taste the sweetness of their kisses, the way their lips felt against my skin. But beneath the thrill, there was a gnawing emptiness I couldn't shake. It was like a hollow space in my chest that no amount of whiskey could fill.

"Fuck," I muttered to myself, kicking a loose stone along the sidewalk. "Why do I keep doing this?" The answer eluded me, as it always did. I chased the excitement, the fleeting moments of connection, but they never lasted. It was all just a game, a rush that faded the moment the sun rose.

As I turned the corner, I spotted a figure leaning against a lamppost. My heart skipped a beat, but as I got closer, I realized it was just a couple sharing a moment, their laughter ringing through the air. I felt a twinge of jealousy, a sharp reminder of what I lacked. Love, connection, something real-it always felt just out of reach.

I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. I was Mattia, the bad boy. I didn't need that shit. I could have anyone I wanted, even if it was just for a moment.

As I continued down the empty street, I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the messages I'd ignored. Nick had texted, asking if I wanted to hit another bar. I sighed, my fingers hovering over the screen. Another round of drunken chaos? It seemed tempting, but deep down, I knew it wouldn't fill the void.

"Maybe next time," I murmured, slipping my phone back into my pocket. I took another deep breath, feeling the cool night air fill my lungs.

With each step toward home, I felt the weight of the night lift, leaving behind the fleeting excitement and the hollow ache. I was ready to face the silence, to retreat into my own world, where I could be alone with my thoughts, even if it meant facing the darkness that lingered in the corners of my mind.