Obsession 3: Property Claimed

Chapter 1. Can't Move On

Muhammed

I sat in my black Range Rover that was parked a few houses down from my love's house.

I want, I have to have her, I taste her on my lips.

I zipped up my raincoat as I remember what Chris told me before.

She will never love you...

Feeling my temper starting to rise I shook my head like it was going to shake away the flashbacks. Once I felt claimer I hoped my car to do my nightly routine.

Watch her as she get ready for work...

I ducked behind a few brushes trying to get myself in my own spot at the side of her house that I made a few months back.

Once i was comfortable in a plastic chair with a tent set up near by brushes i pulled out my binoculars, I admired her glowing beauty that looked so indulging that I hope for the day I'm balls deep in her.

She looked so beautiful....

I lick the salty rain water that drip on my lips as I reminisce the touch of her soft lips connecting to mine.

I need to have her, I want her in my arms.

Without second guessing I drop everything and took the first few steps making my way to her door.

I was a few more steps away from her door until I step and broke a stick.

Shit...

I run from her house realizing what I could have done to not her, but to my plan to have her.

Dammit I'm so stupid...

I didn't stop running until I got to my car.

Running my hand over face thinking about her, and her body, but more importantly her love.

I blow it..

I brought my car to life as the radio started to play a song (mm) that become my theme song by the time I drove pass her by house.

One day I'll have you my love..

Jayda

Rage in the cage and piss up on stages, only one sure way to bring the giant down...

I sang along to the lyrics of Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl" as I got ready for my job at a strip club called "The Hole In Wall". Don't worry I'm not a stripper, I'm actually a bartender. Well anyways, I wiping down the bar when some drunk guy wobbled to a stall.

"Hey Bartender!" He yelled over the loud music. Feeling annoyed by his drunk presence I walked over to him as he bang his glass on the counter.

"What can I get you?" I plastered a fake smile and look him directly in the eyes.

He licked his lips as he replied, " Can I get a Blow Job, with a little extra cream?"

I was taking backed by what he said

Is he....Wait he means the drink!

Snapping out of my thoughts I grab a shot glass and prepare the drink.

"One blow job coming up" I shout over to him as I add the cream.

"Here you go, the would be $5.50" I slide the drink over to him as he handed me a twenty.

Looking down at it, as he said keep the rest as a tip.

I smiled as I break the twenty and put the correct amount of money into the cash register and slipping the tip in my pocket.

Hours later...

It was closing time and most of my co-workers were gone or were about to leave. I pulled out my jacket from lockers as I said my goodbyes to the ones that were there.

I gotta got home

I put my jacket on as I pushed the door to the parking lot to walk to my car. It felt like the more steps I took, the more I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.

I heard my heel click on the ground as I started walking faster.

It okay Jay , he not going to hurt you... He is gone.

I stopped and looked around to reassure myself. After i closed my eyes as I'd sigh in relief. I finally got to my car and hopped in. Once in my car I put my hands on the wheel as I tried to control my breathing. I cut the car on soon as my hands slowly stopped shaking and drove home.

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Sorry for slow update, had school to take care of.

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