Completely Obsessed
Chapter One
I sat in my chair typing hastily on my keyboard. She wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts, or my letters. I know that I was getting a little desperate, but I decided to send her an email. I had to show her that she truly meant the world to me and that I was sorry for what I had done to her. Julia and I broke up last week and it was eating me up inside. We’ve been together for ten years, since we were in tenth grade.
It was my fault that we broke up and I was the one who had to fix it. In a drunken stupor one night, I cheated on her with my co-worker Elizabeth. Elizabeth was a beautiful woman, 5’5, long flowing auburn hair, with a body fit to be a model. I always found Elizabeth attractive, but it was never my intention to do anything sexual with her, but I could still remember the feel of her body.
“Faster!” Elizabeth screamed as I pounded into her at the cheap motel room around the corner from the bar we were at with a few of our co-workers. We were celebrating one of the older men retiring and I’d gotten drunk and Elizabeth was showing a little too much of her cleavage as she looked at me from across the bar.
“Like this?” I asked as I lifted her up and fucked her hard and fast in the air. She screamed and went wild in my arms.
“Yes!” she called out as she came covering my cock with her sweet juices. I exited her and took off the condom which had ripped. “Come for me.” She said as she knelt down on her knees and placed my length inside of her mouth. I gripped her hair and pressed her deeper onto me.
“Shit” I groaned as her head bobbed quickly on my cock. I was throbbing and I could feel the pressure starting to build up. I looked down at her beautiful face and her eyes were looking back at me. When I came, she sucked me dry and licked her lips as she looked seductively at me. I don’t know why, but once I had orgasmed, that’s when my consciousness kicked in telling me that I fucked up. I knew I would have to tell Julia when I sobered up the next day.
“Damn it!” I said slamming my fist on the desk as I erased the message that I just wrote. My words seemed too generic, too forced and I knew Julia wasn’t going to buy into all of the ‘I love you’ and ‘I’ve made a mistake, you’re the only woman for me’ shit. I was never good at begging, but she was worth every second of my groveling.
I sat back into my chair and leaned my head back. I wondered what she was doing at this very moment. Was she sleeping? Was she out with her friends forgetting all about me? Or was she thinking about me the way that I was thinking about her?
I ran my hand through my dark oily hair; I needed to get something to eat before I died and thus losing the ability to come up with the right words to say to Julia.
I went into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator in frustration. I was absolutely miserable! Pulling out the left over chicken from last night, I quickly placed it onto a plate and threw it in the microwave. The minute that I waited for the meat to heat up felt like hours to me. I really had to pull myself together; it wasn’t like me to be so worked up about something.
When the microwave signaled that it was done, I opened the microwave and slammed the plate down on the kitchen table causing it to crack a little on the side. “I need a drink.” I grabbed out a Heineken, popped it open and chugged it like it was the last drink that I’d ever have again.
Sitting down at the table, I dug into my food trying my hardest to eat away all of the pain that I was feeling. “Julia,” I whispered her name as I finished my lack of a meal. She was absolutely perfect. Her hair was cut into a pixie style and her high pitched voice sounded like angels singing from the heavens. She was small compared to my 6’4 stature and she was the only woman that I’ve ever loved.
I sighed while pushing myself up from my seat. I walked back into my suffocating bedroom and sat in front of my computer. I decided to let my fingers run their own course.
Julia,
I know that I’ve hurt you and I know that I am probably the last person that you’d want to speak with right now. Please just hear me out. I love you so much and that woman meant nothing to me! I admit that I find her attractive, but it was never my intention to sleep with her. She caught me at my weakest moment and I wish that I could go back in time to stop it from happening. Please don’t just skip through this email while you’re checking your mountain of emails. Please consider having dinner with me so that we could speak face to face. I don’t want us to end on such a terrible note. I’ll clear any time that you need in my schedule.
I love you,
Mike.
I hit send then and the only thing that I could do was wait. As the hours passed me by, I figured that Julia was not going to respond back to me, but I jumped up in glee once I saw her name on the screen.
Michael,
I have to give you some credit; at least you have the decency to feel shitty about what you’ve done to me. I really don’t want to see you right now because I’m still hurting. However, if you can follow simple instructions then I’d be willing to hear you out. I want to go to MY favorite restaurant. You know Shelley’s right, the restaurant that you hate? You will not touch me or call me anything but Julia. If you feel that you can restrain yourself and do what I’ve asked then I’ll go to dinner with you. Tomorrow night is the only night I have free.
Regards,
Julia.
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. She was right though, I hated Shelley’s with a passion but for the chance of seeing her, I’ll swallow my pride. I sent her a quick email telling her that I can behave myself and follow all of her rules. I told her that I will pick her up from her mother’s house at 7 and I hit send. I couldn’t help but feel a bit giddy. I had to keep reminding myself that this didn’t mean that we were getting back together, but at least she was willing to communicate with me.
Deciding that showering right now would be the best thing to do. I haven’t showered in days and the smell was starting to take its toll on me. Walking cheerfully into the bathroom, I discarded my clothes and turned on the shower head. The hot shower relaxed my tense body and I began feeling at ease. I just had to make it through the rest of tonight and tomorrow until I saw her again.
I exited the shower feeling refreshed when I heard my cellphone ringing in the next room,
“Hello,” I said without looking at the caller ID.
“Hey man it’s me” Jacob my closest friend since college said.
“Open the door, I’m outside.” I quickly put on a t-shirt and shorts and opened the door for Jacob.
“It’s time to get off your ass man! There’s no point in sitting here feeling sorry for yourself.” Shoving a bag of beer into my hands, he pushed passed me and walked into my living room. I closed the door behind me and followed him.
“What the hell am I supposed to be doing then?” I asked falling onto the sofa. Putting his feet on the table like he was the man of the house, Jacob grabbed one of the beers out of the bag once I put it on the table.
“You shouldn’t be acting like a little girl crying about how you’ve fucked up.” Jacob really did know how to make someone feel more like shit. Sometimes I wished he wasn’t so blunt. “You and Julia been together for ten years and yeah you fucked up, but it’s not every day a man tells his woman about his fuck ups.
She’s gonna give you another chance, just give her some time.” I grabbed one of the beers out of the bag and popped it open. I wasn’t so sure about that, but I knew that Jacob was right that I needed to get off of my ass and stop walking around like my dog just died.
“You might be right,” I said as I chugged the rest of the can.
“Julia emailed me today and said that she’d be willing to talk if I follow some rules.” Jacob snorted, reached onto the table, grabbed the remote, and turned on the game.
“Women,” Jacob said with a disgusted expression on his face. I shook my head; he really didn’t want to follow anyone’s rules but his own. “Sorry man, I know you want to talk about your feelings, but I can’t miss this game.” I laughed. Jacob was the only person who could come over to someone’s house to attempt to make them feel better, but then leave them hanging for something interesting on TV. I cracked open another beer, placed my feet on top of the table, and enjoyed the game with Jacob.