Just A Bit Obsessed

When Alexander arrived home, Mira greeted him with a smile and kissed him on the cheek.

He flinched, but she didn't notice.

"You're late," she said. "I thought you'd be home before me."

Alexander took off his coat and threw it on the hanger, but it slid to the floor.He stopped by the sofa, didn't sit down, but walked to the window.

It was dark outside, and it was snowing again. The soft snowflakes fell gently on the ground like a beautiful silver-white waterfall.

"Alexander?" Mira called him hesitantly.

He heard her pick up her clothes.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

He turned his back to her and closed his eyes for a moment.Yes, there is something wrong.He himself is wrong.

"Where did you just go?"

"Jared's house." He grabbed the window sill with his hand and took a few deep breaths before suppressing the burst of anger.This is ridiculous.Jared is like his own brother, they grew up together, he shouldn't want to kill him just because of a kiss.

"He's back already?"

"Yes."

"Okay, what's going on?"

The snow fell harder and harder, and the wind blew harder.

"Alexander?"

"I didn't tell you something," he said blankly. "I've been hanging out with Christian a lot lately."

Breath caught in her throat.

There was a long silence.All he could hear was the faint roar of the wind outside the window.

"Okay," Mira's voice trembled a little. "Then you, did you sleep with him?"

Alexander tightened his grip on the ledge. "No."

Another long silence.

"do you want?"

A bare branch tapped the glass.

The silence was prolonged.

Her hoarse, bitter laugh pierced the room. "You can't even deny it. Look at me, shit!"

Alexander turned his head.

She stood in the middle of the room, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide open and glistening with tears.An ugly, quivering smile played on her lips. "Is that the case? Are you going to dump me for him?"

Alexander frowned. "Why do you ask me that? You shouldn't give me a choice. How can you accept it."

Mira laughed again, in a raspy, rough voice. "Oh, I can never accept it. But, but you are mine, not his. Never! I can't give you to him! I won't!" Hold his hand. "You didn't betray me. I don't care that you wanted him. You didn't betray. We can, we can get over this—I'll give you another chance—and then we—"

"Enough, Mira," Alexander said, bile rising to his throat.She looked almost hysterical, like... He put his hands on her shoulders and shook her slightly. "Have you no self-respect? You deserve better. I'm the wrong bastard. You shouldn't give me another chance. Nothing will ever change."

She shook her head slowly. "But you didn't cheat," she whispered.

Alexander looked directly into her eyes. "I kissed him."

Her mouth opened and closed. "I don't care. You don't cheat if you don't sleep with him."

Alexander hesitated.He didn't want to hurt her, but she was struggling to grab straws. "Probably not physically," he forced himself to continue confessing. "But every time I look at him I betray you in my heart. Every time I can't take my eyes off him."

Mira swallowed hard.

He touched her cheek lightly with the back of his hand. "You deserve better. You deserve better man, the man who walks in the door and sees only you. I'm not that man, but that man is waiting for you somewhere. You'll find him. I know you can."

She stared at him for a long time, then looked away, and said sullenly, "Oh, shut up. Why are you always so perfect? ​​Even when you dump me? If you dump me, at least let me go I hate you! My next boyfriend won't find half a dozen things wrong with you."

Alexander kissed her forehead. "Maybe that's a good thing. And I'm not perfect. Quite imperfectly, actually."

Mira snorted. "You? Please. You explain in person what perfection is."

He smiled with the corners of his mouth crooked. "If you think so, then the man you loved never existed."

She looked at him gravely and nodded. "Maybe. Maybe I never knew you." She grinned without a smile. "If I know you better, can I stop you from falling in love with him?"

Alexander took a breath. "I didn't say I loved him," he pointed out simply, turning his head away.

"what?"

"I don't love him," he said harshly. "That's not love."

"what is that?"

Alexander looked at the falling snow flying outside the window.He remembered the snowflakes melting on Christian's rosy skin a few hours earlier.Thinking of him being so eye-catching, one couldn't take one's eyes away.

"It's obsession," he whispers almost inaudibly.

A few hours later, he helped Meera take the packed things outside.He looked at her face, trying to evoke the silent love he once had for her.But there was nothing—everything had been wiped clean by the new emotion in him, gnawed inside and out of him.

A taxi drove up and stopped in front of them.Mira took one look and said, "Send the rest to my parents' house." Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, and she smiled confidently at him. "I still expect to receive the red dress you plan to give me on my birthday, do you understand?"

"Got it," he watched Mira get into the taxi.

When the car drove out, Alexander put his hands in his pockets and stood there quietly, letting the cold snow fall on his face and melt.There was a little regret in his chest, but he knew he had done the right thing.Mira deserves better.It is not optional for the two to remain together.

Because he obviously can't be trusted.

Alexander clenched his jaw, remembering that he almost had Christian in the car just now.He was actually able to brake the brakes at a critical moment, he just saw a ghost.

Looking back, he was so foolish to think he could be friends with Christian.A man wouldn't be irritable if he didn't see his friends for a few weeks, but at the time he couldn't see the irritability—or he didn't want to.

Then he saw Christian at Mira's school.

Then he had to go see him again.

The past few weeks have been a disaster.He told himself to stay away from Christian, but he couldn't help finding ridiculous excuses to go to him.He also told himself that they were friends, so he couldn't touch Christian, but in fact, he couldn't help touching him again and again, caressing his skin, stretching his arms around him domineeringly, Pull closer.It was as if he had lost control of his body.

He couldn't control his thoughts either.Most of the time when they watch movies together he fantasizes about pushing Christian on the bed, crawling on top of him, plowing into him, fucking until his cock is limp, and Christian is flushing all over him semen.

Alexander sighed, hard on just thinking about it.He's never been this out of control before.never.This is not the least disturbing.It's not normal for him to have dry mouth, fast heartbeat and hard penis just because of one of his laughs, it's like he's a kid again.He hated Christian for letting him out of control.

This... obsession can no longer be controlled, so the end will not be good.The whole thing made him not quite like himself: a man with insatiable desires and jealousy.He has no right to be jealous.Whether Christian wants Jared or kisses Jared is none of his business.However, his blood suddenly boiled with jealousy, anger, and panic, and burned blazingly in his body.Of course Christian would be attracted to Jared.His cousin is basically another, more perfect version of him.Jared was everything Alexander was looking for: calm and dependable.Jared knew his life plan, never lost his composure, and he didn't let his instincts get in the way.

His cell phone rang.

Alexander pulled out his phone, scowled when he saw the name on the caller ID, but finally answered. "What do you want?"

"I was hoping you'd calm down," Jared said.

"I'm very calm now."

Jared scoffed suspiciously. "Come here, then. We need to clarify a few things."