The German's Obsession

Chapter 3

Before

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I looked around the fancy restaurant trying to calm down. I was so glad that I was out of the house I could only take so much before I lose it. I sighed agreeing with myself in terms of really needing to get my life straight. I looked at the empty bottle of wine in front of me sighing in annoyance before asking the waiter to come over, asking for another glass of wine.

"Leave the bottle please." I said politely looking at the him. He nodded before going his way. What a waste of a good dress, I thought looking at the golden dress I had on before gulping down another glass of wine. If I continue like this I might actually end up with a drinking problem and honestly at this point that doesn't sound all bad.

I paused hearing the movement of someone taking a seat in front of me. I slowly looked up wanting to know who the intruder was, disturbing me of my me time. The man before me had me taking a minute break from my angry thoughts and honestly looking at him. Damn. He looked way too good to be true. I thought of the possibility of maybe being too drunk and hallucinating but I doubted it because I could handle my alcohol very well majority of the time.

"Uhm-Sir I think you have the wrong seat." I said not being able to hold his gaze for a long time as his beautiful deep blue eyes peered at me, the darkness in them made it hard to hold his stare and the dominance floating around him would make anyone uncomfortable in his presence. The word handsome did the man sitting before me no justice but there was also something about him that I couldn't place. Okay so maybe I was a little drunk but even though I was a little drunk I could tell that there was something terrifying about this man.

My mind couldn't physically let me stop discreetly stealing glances of the man every once in a while even though I couldn't hold his stare. My eyes slowly moved from my wine glass in front of me to his broad chest, I was jealous of the somewhat tight shirt on him showing of his built lean figure. I took my time analysing him. Okay maybe I wasn't completely myself. I tend to be very chatty and vulnerable when I'm drunk so I knew I needed to head home now.

His sharp jawline made my eye movement slow down not wanting to miss anything, his pink plumb lips immediately infiltrating my mind with thoughts that would surely keep me up at night. I avoided his eyes once again looking at his sandy blonde hair that made his eyes stand out. His hair was cut at the sides and it was longer at the top. At a point I thought of poking my index finger at his face to see if I truly wasn't hallucinating but thought against it because his presence alone made it clear.

Then suddenly a light bulb lit up in my mind. Mother. She probably had something to do with this. I could feel my inside start to boil. Couldn't I honestly have a few minutes to myself before she invades my space yet again with one of her friends sons.

"- She didn't - I know she didn't." I started looking around incredulously, I have concluded that this was obviously the work of my darling mother wow won't she just let me catch a break. The man's stare didn't seem to change as I quietly chuckled at myself in anger.

"Oh - can't she just leave me alone. How did she even find out where I was." I picked up my glass of wine gulping it down. This was my second glass and second bottle.

I've never liked lying but at times I had to otherwise I would go mad. I lied to my mother about having a date because I was tired of the blind dates she insists I go on every Saturday. Today I told her I already had a date.

"You know I'm trying here. I'm trying to be able to rebuild whatever so called relationship that she wants but nothing is going to help by trying to marry me off to some man every week."my heart felt heavy and my mouth wouldn't stop talking. I now knew for sure that I was drunk.