Obsession

Chapter 6

"So what happened with you and Lisa?" Nick asked. "I swear it was just yesterday when we were all in Montreal having dinner."

"More like 4 months ago." James said staring down at his hands. They were in London sitting in a pub drinking a pint. They had just finished a 15 mile bike ride. "It fizzled. It was fun and passionate at first. She's a mom and I'm working all the time and live in London. I wasn't planning on moving either. She couldn't keep wasting her time with me. She wanted to get married. I don't think I'll ever get married again." James took a few swigs of his beer. "It was bound to happen."

"Well, sorry to hear that James. She seemed like a great girl."

"She was." James perked up and smiled at Nick. "What about you, man? Your career is taking off! Weren't you on GQ the other week?"

Nick and James drank until the bar closed for the night. They stumbled their way to James' flat and climbed the seemingly endless one flight of stairs to his door. James looked for his keys and patted his pockets. Nope. He patted his back pockets. Nope. He checked the secret pocket in his jacket. Nope. He pulled off his shoe and looked. "Yep, I thought so," he said.

Nick was leaning against the wall and murmuring to himself. James teetered to the left and right as he tried to place the key in its proper place. Nick looked up and hiccuped. "Can we go in?" He asked innocently.

"Yeah.....yeah, I'm trying to. This key...not...is not here." James twisted his door knob hoping that it would miraculously open. To his dismay, it did not. "Shite, piece of...damn fuckin.." James was now leaning against the door, unable to keep his head up.

Nick noticed that James was no longer working on the problem at hand. He had to piss so badly. He slid toward James and focused on the keys in his hand. He swooped down and grabbed the keys. James let out a quiet protesting groan. Nick bent down to the door knob and opened his eyes wide. He carefully placed the key into the keyhole and turned. The clicking of door unlocking jostled James and he hiccuped. Nick twisted the door knob and both James and him fell into the apartment. 

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James felt someone's hand caressing his face. So soft. So warm. He missed being touched like this. James could feel the room spinning but he wanted to open his eyes to see who it was. He lifted his hand to touch the person and found a woman's face. Her long hair grazing his arm. Before he could open his eyes, she suddenly kissed him. Her lips were soft and moist. He could feel the heat coming off her face. Was this really happening? He felt her tongue shyly creep into his mouth and tickle his tongue. She released her kiss and licked his bottom lip. James reached up to grab this mystery woman and he felt nothing. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the sun was shining in. He was laying on the floor in the middle of the living room. He slowly lifted his head, which felt like a ton of bricks. No one was there. Was it all a dream? He looked over at the couch and saw a foot sticking out from behind. James crawled to Nick and punched his foot. Nick groaned and groaned again as he became aware of his hangover. 

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James looked down at his phone and saw he'd received a text message. It was from Chris. He was inviting everyone over to kickoff filming. James could feel a knot in his stomach. He wasn't sure why. He rubbed his temples. After the night with Nick, he hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep. Every night, he'd had a strange recurring dream. A masked woman was invading his dreams and leaving him wanting much more. It was just a dream, but it felt so real. He would wake up with such a hard-on. He also woke up with a massive headache, even on nights he didn't drink. He felt sexually frustrated and was disappointed that he didn't have to release his frustration on. He knew that he could always find a girl when he needed but he was craving something in particular but he couldn't put his finger on it. James felt this same feeling as he contemplated going to the party.