Obsession

Chapter 2

James unlocked his door and walked into his condo. He had rented it for the week and it was completely the opposite of what he was used. He slid his dress shoes off and loosened his tie. He walked into the living and looked out onto the skyline of L.A. The condo had clear windows surrounding the entire living room and kitchen. Modern furniture and a large white dining room table filled the space. He felt about of place. For someone who was very private, the large windows made him feel like he was in a zoo. L.A. already did that enough to him.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," he groaned as he flopped onto the bed. The premiere had been a success. Everyone loved the movie and congratulated him on a job well done. Critics were thrilled with the performance as well. Somehow, it felt empty for James. He was into the film this time around as it was a 3rd installment of a superhero franchise. He had also gone through a divorce during the filming.

Each scene in the film, he was reminded of the argument that occurred right before he filmed it or the anger or sadness he was feeling during a scene due to his marriage falling apart. It made his performance better but the cost was significant.

The entire experience had made James bitter; something he had never experienced before. He was always the optimistic, playful jokester. When Anne told him she wanted a divorce, his personality changed. He was almost numb to the reality that his wife no longer loved him.

James ran his fingers through his auburn hair. He rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. He unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his belt. He closed his eyes and slid his hand down his pants. He gripped his manhood and proceeded to masturbate. He pictured Anne from a distant memory. It was a summer picnic, before their son was born. She was wearing a summer dress. He loved this dress because she never wore any underwear with it. That very picnic they had made love under a tree in the countryside. He imagined   licking her nipples as he fucked her against the bark of the tree. He came as he remembered the way she smelled and the way she kissed him so passionately. Tears rolled down his cheek as he laid there panting out of breath.

He groaned as he sat up and took off his pants and socks. He took off his shirt and threw everything on the floor by the bathroom. In his boxers, he strolled to the kitchen and pulled out a glass. He went to the living room and grabbed the whiskey from the bar. He opened the balcony sliding glass door and stepped out. A cool breeze made James shiver for a second as he adjusted to the outside crisp air. He pulled up a chair and sat down facing the gorgeous view. His pack of cigarettes was still sitting on the table from earlier that day. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag. He poured himself some whiskey and downed it all in one gulp.

James rubbed his brow as he thought about his day tomorrow. He was heading home to London. He had to have lunch beforehand with an up and coming director with an interesting offer. He had been looking for another film to dive into.

He poured himself another glass of whiskey and this time, sipped from the glass. He took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled as he leaned back in his chair and stared off into the sky.