His Obsession

by Rose Marie

  Once I calm down, I blink in disbelief at what the hell just happened and the extent of the crime which I committed. Heart beating in my ears I scramble to clean up the mess using the panties and fix her bed to the state in which she left it. Sniffing the air, I groan at our intwined scents but panic at how strong my smell is in her space. She’ll know I was here. Get rid of the evidence.

  In her bathroom I grab the perfume that’s sitting out and run to her room spritzing it a couple of times and book it the hell out of her place. Downstairs in my car a thousand things run though my head and I go to hit myself over the head, but realize my hand is still balled in a fist. When I unclasp it, I feel a smile tug at my lips seeing the cum soaked panties. When I make it home that night I don’t bother showering because I wanted to smell like her a little longer. I just get in bed and think about how good of a man I want to be for her.

  “Mmm hey baby you’re h-” Rebecca’s voice cut off as she hugged me. “H-how was work?”

  “I’m tired, and I don’t want to talk about it. Good night.” She stiffened, and her eyes widened because I’ve never been so abrupt with her before. I’m a lover and I like to nurture my woman, but for some reason I couldn’t. No, I don’t want too. Not if it’s not her. I want to giver her my everything. My all. Turning over I feel like an ass when I hear sniffles and I want to comfort her, but I can’t. Instead I reach into my pocket and bring the panties to my nose and sniff. She’s ours. Stuffing them back into my pocket I reach over to Rebecca and pull her into my arms kissing her.

  “Chan-”

  “Don’t talk just let me ok?”

  “O-ok.” I pull her nightgown over her head and slide her lace panties to the side. Still feeling the effects from smelling us together I reach down and wet her pussy with my precum groaning.”

  “I love you, Angel.”

  “I-I love you too Channing, so much.” Out of my mind I picture those words on the lips of my soulmate and thrust forward. The scream that came from Rebecca echoed in my eyes as cries from my soulmate. I could hold my need in no longer as I pound into her relentlessly, projecting my lust onto a woman I no longer desired. Grunting I fuck her like I never have before but still my want never wanes. I want her. I need her. My Angel. Our Angel. Mine.

  Rejection

  Channing

  Talking and meeting with Zane, Teagan and Landen during that time, I learned there is nothing I could do about this overwhelming obsession. As days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, my love only grew. By then Angel was working for me and I’d tried everything to turn the tides, even bought Becca the same perfume Angel wore but NOTHING helped…if anything it made it worse.

  “Angel, do we really have to talk about the past? Can’t we just leave it where it as and move on? There will always be jealous people who will try to come in between us. They want what we have. Don’t let the first obstacle be our last one.” I was deflecting from the situation because I don’t want to tell her my dirty deeds, but she wasn’t not having it.

  “Don’t try to pretty up the situation Channing, though what you’re saying holds merit, it doesn’t change anything fact that-”

  “THAT I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND MAKE YOU HAPPY! Come on, don’t you get it Angel? Rebecca is mad that I never gave her a ring. She’s mad that I- okay you know what I’ll admit it. I sometimes called her your name when we were having sex. Whoop-de-doo, that’s such a huge deal.” Her eyebrows raised in surprise.

  “She let you call my name?” Blushing I shrug.

  “She thought it was a term of endearment. She found out about you when she popped up at the office when you first started.” She rolled her eyes, put her head down and massaged her temples.

  “Channing, I’m getting really sick of this. You’re right, a lot of the past doesn’t matter but I still have one important question to ask you. I’ll determine the state of our relationship going forward based on how your answer.” Nodding, I tell her what she wants to hear.

  “Okay, what is it?” She looked at me and pressed her lips together.

  “Did you at any point invade my privacy?” Fuck! I watch her face debating if I should lie but decide to tell the truth. “Yea I did Angel, I’m sorry.” Sorry I got caught.

  “God, how could you?” Easily, but there was no way I’d tell her that. Standing, I walk over to her pulling her into as hug, but she pushes me off her. “What all did you do?”

  “Angel don-”

  “WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

  “I stalked you okay, I broke into your home, bribed your boyfriends for information on you, put up cameras-”

  “Cameras?” I made the mistake of looking up at the camera that Adam put in the room and she followed my eyes. Gasping, she put her hand to her mouth and backed away from me. I tried to pull her into a hug, but she ran around the couch.

  “Angel I--“

  “I knew you hand videos of me, but I thought you got those from an ex who wanted to see me fired. I didn’t think you blackmailed him…and cameras? Channing, my God. I-I can’t I’m sorry I just can’t, I feel so violated. I know I said I wouldn’t break up with you, but this is-” I don’t know when my hand reached for the vase next to but I grabbed it throwing it at the wall behind me. She ducked even though I threw it nowhere near her.

  “Out. Of. The. FUCKING. Question.”

  “Are you out of your damn mind? I’m not about to stay here for this shit. I can’t do this. We’re through.” Tears started falling from her eyes and I could feel myself starting to lose it.

  “No, we aren’t.”

  “Yes, we are.” She’s rejecting us.

  “NOT THE FUCK WE ARE NOT!”

  “YES. THE. FUCK. WE. ARE! AND I’M MOVING OUT HOW YOU LIKE THOSE APPLES!” She clapped with each word so I could tell she was serious which made me lose it further. I don’t think I’d ever been so angry in my life. Seeing red I black out.

  “I will Never allow you to leave me!” So full of anger and hurt I turn to the thing closest to me, which is the wide screen sixty-inch television that’s bolted to the wall. Feeling a surge of strength through my body, I jerk it from the wall and throw it across the room. “YOU WILL NOT LEAVE ME!!!”

  The loud crash never registered in my head. I was on a rampage, smashing, kicking and throwing a full tantrum not caring what was battered or broken in the process. That is until a deafening scream from Angel came through and I go completely still. Looking at her in my haze, I see her cupping slashed arms and bleeding profusely. Instantly, the anger fueled haze is gone and I run over to where she is, but she shrinks away from me.

  “Angel! I- It was an accident. I… I’m sorry I promise I won’t hurt you. I just want to check on you. Please let me take you to the hospital or at least call the front office.” I tried explaining but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

  “NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME, YOU FUCKING LUNATIC! I QUIT!” She inched over to the door and opened it, never taking her eyes off me. “You come near me again, I’ll have the laws in your life so fast it’ll make your fucking head spin. Just leave me alone!” She runs and the door closes behind her. The desire to follow her was so strong I almost black out again but I will myself to stay rooted in place and observe my mistakes. Cursing, I kick over a lamp and pull out my phone calling Adam.

  “Wat do yu want, bastard?” Looking at the mess I run my fingers through my hair and blow out a breath.

  “I fucked up. I need damage control.” The phone goes silent for a second, then I hear typing.

  “How bad is it? Is it involving yer girl?”

  “Yes, and on a scale of one to ten, fifty.” Adam sighed then I hear typing some more.

  “Aye, I’ll tell Conner that there’s been a hiccup in our plans, and he’ll know wat to do. In the meantime, lie low and dinna feck up or the boss will kill yu.”

  “Got it.” Hanging up I sit down, mulling over things. I can’t make any moves because the Irish Don will be pissed if I lose my business over domestic violence, so all I can do is listen
to Adam. But as soon as I’m in the clear and this is covered up, I’m coming for you Angel. “You can’t leave me. I won’t allow it.”

  Absent

  Angel

  “Not that I mind, but how long are you going be here like this, Angel?” I look up at my momma and frown “It’s been two weeks already, and you’ve done nothing but cry and whine about how much you want to go home. I’ve had enough, it’s time for you to either tell me what’s going on or get out and go home like you’ve been crying about.”

  “Mama how could you say that? I told you, I just needed to get away for a bit and think. This is pretty much the only place I can do that.”

  “Okay, I understand that Angel, but if you’re going to sit here crying at night about how much you miss ‘him and home’ when I don’t even know who HE is nor what home you’re talking about, how can I help? Baby you show up at my door bandaged up, snot nosed and crying and won’t tell me a thing yet in the same breath ask me what you should do. Well hell I have to tell you, as much as I want to help you I can’t because I don’t know anything.” Rolling my eyes, I pout drinking my tea.

  “I know, it’s just…the whole situations is weird. I feel weird for wanting to go back. I feel weird for trying to make excuses and trying to romanticize what’s going on in my life.” My mama raised a brow and made a face.

  “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on and we can try to figure this out together?” After debating with myself internally, I guess getting second opinion on the matter doesn’t hurt.

  “What would you do if your man stalked you, invaded your privacy by putting camera in your personal space so he can watch you, and spent millions of dollars trying to become your ideal man?” She stared at me for a long second, then poured herself some more tea. As uncomfortable as I was talking about my private matters with my mom since there’s a possibility I’d return, I’ve been keeping my mouth closed, not wanting to sully her views of him.

  “Oh, I see you have PROBLEM problems.” Unable to stop myself I let out a chuckle.

  “Mama stop I’m being serious. My boyfriend did all this and more. Though I don’t fear him because outside of him being a shitty boss, he’s a wonderful boyfriend. I’m so confused on what to do. If I was talking to a girlfriend, from the outside looking in, I might tell her to drop her dude like a bad habit. But dang on the inside looking out I can see why she’d want to stay.”

  “Hmm, well why don’t you tell me about this guy. You said he was a shitty boss? Why did you say that?” After telling mama all the things Channing put me through for the first three years like ridiculing my clothes, weight and work ethic, by the end she was shaking her head. “No way in hell I would have put up with all of that, but I understand why you did. You said he changed after you both got together how so?”

  I told her in detail, how Channing took me in, waited on me, and pretty much treated me like I was the most precious thing known to man. I tell her how he made sure my needs were met first and foremost before everything, and how I miss his cooking and him making me tea before I go to bed because he knew I couldn’t sleep. I tell her how I’ve never had a man love me the way he does and how physically attractive I found him and how emotionally tied I feel to him. I also tell her how I’ve never felt such a bond with a person before. She hands me a paper towel to dry my tears and pats my hand getting up.

  “I wasn’t going to say anything, but since you decided to omit this I might as well bring it to your attention that I know.” She went in the cupboard and pulled out pregnancy test box and set it on the table. “When I called you last time for the money for your brother’s school, I dreamt I caught two big ol’ colorful fish that night. Knew it wasn’t your brother because he knows I don’t play that shit, and I’d kick his ass, but you on the other hand. I’ve been feeling you soul tied to someone for a while now. I need you to do take that. If it comes out positive like I know it will, then we will talk”

  I sit back away from the pregnancy test shaking my head. There’s no wa-wait. Not once have Channing and I used protection while having sex… but I’m on birth control. I wasn’t taking the pill every day. Not only that but the days I remember to take them it was like Channing knew I was going to take it and would initiate sex. He’s also mentioned wanting to have children with me on more than one occasion. Swallowing, I swipe the box and run to the bathroom feeling like I’m about to pass out.

  Five minutes later I’m staring at two clear blue lines that, based on the box, indicates I’m pregnant. Not sure what to feel I bite my lip stare at myself in the mirror holding my belly. I’m going to have a baby. For a long time, I don’t do anything but look at myself wondering what parts of my body will change. How come I didn’t know, should I tell Channing? Upon thinking about him a wave of sadness takes over me because though I’m upset with him, I know he’d be a wonderful father and I’d never take that from him. I need to tell him immediately.

  I don’t bother going back into the kitchen, instead I grab my mama’s cordless phone, since I left my cell in California. Taking a deep breath, I go to call Channing when little brother bursts through the door and drop his backpack on the floor screaming.

  “MAMA! MAMA! THE FEDS HERE!”

  “WHAT! What the hell are you screaming about in my house for, Anthony?” We all run into the living room to look out the window just as a loud knock came at the door. I sit the phone down and walk over with my momma and Ant, trying not to run over each other. Though when she opens the door, I wish I’d stayed where I was so I could escape though the back door.

  “CHANNING!?”

  “Angel.” He doesn’t seem to realize my mother and brother are there. His eyes locked onto me so fast it was scary. As he took his time taking me in, I give him a once over myself, noting the visible changes in his appearance. He looks inhumanly big.

  “Eyes over here buddy.” Mama snapped her fingers bringing his attention to her. “Introduce yourself, and explain coming over to my house unannounced, like you own the place.” With what seems like a lot of effort he pulls his eyes from me, looked over to my mom and smiled. Ugh my heart. This is why I stayed away, one look at his face and I’m putty in his hands.

  “I apologize ma’am, my name is Channing Stohurst, Angels husband, and your new landlord.” We all spoke at once.

  “Landlord?” Ant said looking at my mom.

  “Husband?” My mom turned looking at me.

  “Excuse the fuck out of me? What did you just say?” I moved my mama and brother back ready to tussle because I know he didn’t come over here with a pack of lies so he could threaten my family. As if reading my mind, he holds up one finger, reaches into his pocket and pulls out papers handing them to my mom. She looks them over eyebrows at her hairline.

  “Well I’ll be damned.” She handed me the papers and I look them over and sure enough it’s an official marriage license with a courthouse seal and everything. Looking up I see him eyeing me again. This time my mom doesn’t anything.

  “Channing what is this? Please don’t tell me you-” he held up his other hand and handed some more papers to my mom.

  “Before I got into that Angel, I want to give this as a gift to my mother-in-law.” My mom opened the papers and clutched her chest. Wanting to know what it was I take the papers and my eyes blink back tears… he paid off my daddy’s house.

  “Mama, you were in foreclosure…why didn’t you tell me?” She put her hand to her mouth and moved from the door, but we followed her.

  “That wasn’t for you to know.” She looked at Channing and her eyes narrowed.

  “As much as I appreciate you doing this, there is still no excuse as to why my daughter has been here crying her eyes out. It also doesn’t explain why she knows nothing of your marriage. Don’t think coming here doing good deeds is going to make things better with you and her.” Channing smiled again.

  “I’ll discuss my issues in my marriage with my wife privately, but I want you know I never had any intention of try
ing to mull things over with good deeds. I just saw a situation that could only be solved with money and that’s something I have in droves, so I didn’t mind throwing some into the mix to solve the problem.” My mom, the strongest woman I know suddenly looked small as she nodded her head in respect. My brother on the other hand looked star struck as Channing stood in front of me.

  Without a word he pulled off my jacket and lifted my arm, examining it. When he sees my bandages, his face transforms into one of remorse. Bending down he goes to his knees wrapping his arms around my waist putting his face on my belly.

  “Cha-”

  “I’m sorry Angel. I’m so fucking sorry. Allow me the opportunity to prove my worth to you and show you with my actions that you mean the whole absolute world to me. Please come home. It’s killing me that you aren’t there. I’ll do whatever you need to help us get past this but please, come home. I’ll give you space, but please Angel not this much.” Before I could say anything, my brother walked to the back of the house and came back with my luggage.

  “Really, Anthony?” He only shrugged.

  “What you know you want to go, besides I’m tired of you calling me at school talking about how you miss him and he’s really not a bad guy. If you really feel that way go talk things over.” When did he grow up? Sighing, I see that my mom and brother are right. The whole time I was here I only talked about how much I missed Channing and how I wanted to go home and talk things over with him.

  Yeah, I get that everything he did was completely and utterly fucked up but… I don’t know, if I had found this out before maybe I’d be more creeped out than I am. Right now, I just feel relief being back in his arms and giddy to tell him the news about the baby. I want my life back and I want to talk things over and figure out if this relationship is salvageable to me or not. Yeah, he’s a little obsessive and crazy but he’s never directly harmed me.

  “Get up Channing. We need to talk, and I don’t want to do it here.” As Channing got to his feet, Anthony went back over to the door opening it holding his hand out. I can’t stand him. Grabbing Channing’s hand, I stomp out of the house with him. The first thing I see is the whole nosy ass neighborhood is outside looking.