𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐊𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍

Airis' POV

I never was prepared for Dr. Maxine. She walked in the room as if she owned it, clipboard clutched tightly within her grasp, with eyes sharp enough to scan this room, making it like she already knows how to fix everything broken in it-including me.

I should be in a clinic right now for a routine check-up, another box ticking in a packed schedule that is me as the CEO of Altair Corp., but that's all she was, the moment she sat across me.

Her voice was steady, measured, as if she'd mastered the art of keeping chaos at bay. And her hands-capable, precise-were moving with a confidence that could make anyone trust her.

I knew right then I wanted her.

---

It started small-at least, that's what I told myself. A quick glance through her office directory, a few harmless searches to learn more about her. She wasn't married.

No visible signs of a partner, either. That knowledge settled in me like a spark, feeding something that had been quietly smoldering for years.

Always, I had compartmentalized well: my private wants against my professional life. But Maxine shattered that illusion.

She became such a presence in my head that I could not look away, and her face popped up in meetings, her voice echoed through those scant moments of quiet I allowed myself.

My daydreams did not take much time to grow lives of their own.

To me, Maxine was much more than just my doctor: she was my confidante, my anchor, the one person who comprehended me.

She would thunder into my office on a stormy night, her coat dripping rain, telling me to sort out my workaholic ways: I was more than this company I had built up for so long.

In those fantasies, she always stayed.

---

But it wasn't enough. They never are.

I began to schedule a series of unnecessary appointments, complaining about migraines or stress -related issues just to get her on the couch.

The way she tilted her head slightly as she listened, the slightest furrowing of her brow over the matter at hand-it was all such an injection into my veins.

"I feel you should consider self-care," she concluded one of these sessions, her voice still professional but warm.

I nodded, pretending to consider her advice. But all I could think of was how close she was, how her eyes seemed to hold entire worlds.

The obsession grew.

I would imagine the moment when she would happen to see me in a different scenario outside of the office, maybe at a gala or simply by coincidence at a coffee shop.

In my mind, those encounters always culminated in her finally realizing there was more to me than the stressed-out CEO who annoyed her in her office.

The reality was far less romantic.

---

It wasn't long before I started noticing signs of my own unraveling. Meetings began to blend together as intrusive thoughts of Maxine would splinter my focus.

My team began asking questions, the concerned expressions less and less easy to ignore.

"Are you okay, Airis?" my assistant, Evelyn, asked one afternoon when I stared blankly at a report.

"I'm fine," I snapped, a little too sharply. "Just tired."

But it wasn't tiredness alone. It was the burgeoning awareness that my fantasies were bleeding into my reality, turning my good sense to mush and my priorities upside down.

It was all building up to a late-night board meeting, where one of the directors was going through projections for the next quarter.

All I could think of, though, was Maxine's hands-how they moved so deliberately as she wrote, how they must feel when they-

"Airis?" someone said, snapping me out of it.

I blinked, my face heating as I realized I hadn't heard a word of the presentation.

---

That night, I went home and stared at myself in the mirror for a long time.

What had started as admiration had spiralled into something far darker. I was losing myself in my obsession with Maxine, letting it consume me.

I knew I had to stop. But how do you let go of someone who's become the center of your world, even if they have no idea?

The answer came unexpectedly, during yet another unnecessary visit to Maxine's office. She was reviewing my chart, her expression focused, when she paused and looked up at me.

"Airis," she said, her voice softer than I'd ever heard it.

"I think it might help to talk to someone-someone who specializes in mental health. You've mentioned feeling overwhelmed, and that's not something you have to handle alone."

Her words were a lifeline and a dagger all at once. She wasn't mine to save me, no matter how much I wanted her to be.

For the first time, I saw my obsession for what it truly was - a hollow echo of the connection I craved but would never have.

I nodded, forcing a small smile. "You're right. I'll look into it."

She smiled back, her warmth almost unbearable. "Good. You deserve to take care of yourself, Airis."

That night, I erased every saved search, every note, and every lingering reminder of Maxine from my life. It wasn't easy, and it wasn't immediate, but it was necessary.

Letting go wasn't a single act; it was a thousand small choices made every day. And maybe, one day, I'd find a way to look at her without the weight of everything I'd imagined.

But for now, I'd focus on rebuilding myself-the real me, not the version lost in fantasies of a woman who could never be mine.

But Doctor if I can't have you then no one can. I would gladly kill for you and I'm ready to kneel infront of you.

// So desperate Ms CEO.