Greyson's Obsession

Chapter 4

Greyson

Fuck my parents. I didn't need them. The hurt and resentment was too much to bear. I couldn't drive on my own. I'd probably be the cause of some road rage.

I had a public image to maintain. But I couldn't when I was consumed in the dark wormhole of my past.

Fuck!

I punched a very tense and clenched fist on the wall. My knuckles crunched against the tiled hardness of a of smooth surface that was now cracked. I breathed out, hard and laboured likr I just slaved over farmlands.

I unclenched and clenched my fist repeatedly in a bid to stave off some of the pain. I hissed as I ran it under the pelting cold spray from the shower head.

Fuck! Why did I do that? I was mad. For what? The guy I met wouldn't give me the time of day. That's why.

Not that I used to getting what I wanted, that only happened when I bedded someone. I didn't have to do much. My good looks, rockhard body and dirty charm did all the talking and all the work. I never had to pick up the slap until today.

Until I met that met that guy in the parking lot...

Oh how badly I wanted him. I wanted to hold him in my arms. My hands wanted to feel and grope his tight round booty. I wanted to kiss him hard and forcefully...into submission.

I wanted to take control of him. I wanted to destroy him. I wanted to ruin him....

It was all I could think about from not going over the edge. If that security guard had not been there and if I had a little more nerve than I did, I would've had that guy in the parking lot then and there. I would've banged him on his car for the whole world to see and wouldn't care who saw.

He was mine. I was going to make him mine.

Janet Jackson's "You Can Be Mine", unreleased from her mega hit third studio album Control played in my head. It was the perfect song, so muuch it became my theme song. It became my driver and my motivator. Coupled with my crazed and hope of him being -

Mine. I growled at the thought as I envisioned him here with me in the showers. I'd pick him up in a heartbeat and slap his back against the wall. I'd be all over him. My body pressed into his. He'd give into me, writing his meagre insignificant frame into the deep sculted core of my own.

I'd make him want me, just like Mary J. Blige singing to her boo in her song "Can't Hide From Luv" alongside Jay-Z, who should've been doing making the same plea to his Queen Bey. Instead he was doing those ridiculous soundoffs, he didn't even really provided background vocals anyway.

I'll sing my own tune anyday and make it sound way better.

"He can be mine. I will make him mine." Ah, I like the sound of that. Thank you, Ms. Jackson.

My thoughts and feelings for this man drove me crazy. And crazy was just an understatement. Look at the crazy talking y'all.

"I know I'm lost and you are too/ I love the commotion when I'm with you. ...You started it/ when it comes tumbling down..." - Tessanne Chin/ The Fray