Page 63 of Obsession

“Yeah, if you’re home as usual, we’ll have a sizzling conversation,” I muttered, grabbing a banana from the food bowl, and sprinting out the door.

I looked up, ready to see my friends, when I stopped dead in my tracks. Parked in front of my house was that black monstrosity.

I swallowed and watched him.

He was leaning against the side of the car, his arms crossed in front of his chest, smiling at me. I blinked rapidly to make sure I wasn’t dreaming again and to suppress the instinct to pinch myself. He was really there. I shot him an angry look and marched towards him.

“What are you doing here?” my deep voice sounded like a growl.

He grinned, visibly unimpressed by my anger. “Did I forget to tell you yesterday that I was coming to pick you up?” He played innocent, but I wasn’t born last week.

After the text, he went back to being the perverted asshole I couldn’t stand.

“Yeah, it seems like you conveniently forgot to mention it. But I’m waiting for my friends. Go pick up your idiot girlfriend. I don’t need a personal driver.”

He smiled, seemingly pleased with my words.

He reached out his hand and quickly grabbed mine, pulling me against his chest. I let out a gasp, startled by his sudden movement. His hand rested on my lower back, dangerously close to my butt.

I gasped and tried to free myself from his grip. He didn’t know his strength, and he abused it quite often. He buried his face in my cheek and leaned forward even more.

My body turned to stone.

“Looks like your friends have abandoned you, because I don’t see them,” he murmured into my neck.

I blinked a few times to keep from passing out in his arms. God, what was this guy?

I swallowed under his lips, and I felt his smile over my neck. I prayed to God that my father couldn’t see us. I really didn’t need another one of his interrogations.

“I’ll take the bus then,” I replied, as if I couldn’t feel his lips on my skin.

I pulled away, but he didn’t let go of me.

“Mmm…” he mumbled again and pressed his lips to my cheek.

He ignored my rejection. Typical.

“What are you going to do with that?” he asked, pointing downwards.

I knew what he was talking about because I was still holding the banana. His naughty look was clearer than a porn ad. I sighed. Why did people feel the need to sexualize everything at the sight of this fruit? It looked like… what it looked like, but it was still one of the most delicious fruits. It should have received a little more respect.

I gave up on my breakfast and put the banana in my bag, knowing that if I ate it in front of him, I would open the gates to a constant stream of sexual jokes.

“Oh, why did you do that?” he pretended to pout as I averted my eyes from him, panting.

He chuckled, “Is that how you treat all bananas? I’d be very sad if that was the case.”

I turned my head towards him and frowned. I knew he didn’t mean the fruit, especially considering the way he pronounced the word. I clenched my fists to keep from knocking his teeth out.

“And you’re back to being the perverted idiot I knew you were; Yesterday you managed to fool me for a brief moment.”

He cocked his head to the side, considering my words.

“Fooled you how?”

“That you had something other than sex on your mind,” I furrowed my brows and he grinned.

“Said the girl who put her ankle on my shoulder in a position that would have made even the purest monk a sinner.”

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