All Chapters of ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Ms. Garden!” Aria called after I walked out to her office.I stopped and sighed before looking back at her. She’s already behind me so our distance is close.“I told you we’re going somewhere after the session,” she whispered.I raised an eyebrow and smirked.“Where are you bringing me? And what is this for?” I said, trying to sound uninterested.“Just wait for me here, I’ll get my keys.”She didn’t wait for me to say anything, she just walked back to her office. I turned my gaze to Aria’s secretary and she looked confused and curious. She refused to stare back at me and wondered where Aria was walking after she got her keys from her office.“Doc, are you going already?” she asked before Aria could reach where she left me.“Oh, yes, Fritzie. I don’t have any appointment after Ms. Garden so I’m leaving.”I saw how her looks turned hopeful into disappointment. Does she think Aria would stay here? Why?“Let’s go, Ena.”Aria’s voice cut my thoughts. I saw how her secretary shifted her ga

“I should get that,” I said quietly, but Aria didn’t move.Her hand was still at my side, fingers brushing faintly against my wrist. “Do you want me to go before you open it?” she asked, voice low, unreadable.I hesitated, my fingers curling slightly against her touch. “You should,” I whispered, though the way I said it didn’t sound like I meant it.Her lips curved; a faint, knowing smile. “Then tell me to.”I exhaled sharply and stepped back. “Aria, please—”The knock came again, firmer this time. “Miss Garden? I brought the package you asked for!” the woman called.I turned my head, grateful for the excuse to pull away. When I looked back, Aria was already standing a few steps farther, her composure back in place. That same unbothered calm she always wore when she wanted to hide something.I opened the door just enough to see the cleaning lady, her hands clutching a small paper bag.“Sorry for the timing, Miss Garden,” she said apologetically. “The delivery guy dropped this at the

“Let me talk to you,” she said.I didn’t answer until we reached the elevator. The doors opened, and I stepped inside.She stepped in after me.“You’re unbelievable,” I whispered under my breath.“I know,” she murmured.The elevator ride was quiet. Too quiet. The kind where every breath felt loud.By the time I unlocked my door, I already knew she’d follow me in. And I hated that I didn’t stop her.I sighed as I stepped inside. “Just… don’t touch anything.”She smiled faintly, closing the door behind her. “I won’t. Unless you ask.”I glared at her, but the way she leaned against the wall composed, patient, annoyingly beautiful that made it impossible to stay angry.“Sit,” I said, pointing at the couch.She raised a brow. “Ordering me now?”“Just sit, Aria.”She did.I put my things down and crossed my arms. “You waited outside my building just to talk?”“No,” she said. “I waited because I didn’t know how to walk away from you tonight.”My breath hitched annoyingly.“You need to stop s

I woke up to warmth. Not from blanket nor sunlight. It was her. Aria’s body was pressed against my back, her breath steady against the curve of my neck—too steady, too calm, considering she practically devoured me last night. For a second, I froze. Reality caught up slowly: her arm draped around my waist, her hand resting just under the hem of my nightdress, her legs tangled with mine like it was the most natural thing in the world. God. I didn’t even remember falling asleep. I just remembered her mouth on my skin… her hands… her voice… I swallowed hard. This was a mistake. A terrible one. Or maybe a good one. I didn’t know anymore. I shifted slightly, trying to create distance, but her grip tightened instantly—like her body refused to let go even if her mind was still asleep. “Don’t,” she murmured, her voice low, gravelly, half-dreaming. “I’m not ready to wake up without you yet.” My entire body flushed. “Aria…” I whispered. “Hmm?” she breathed, nuzzling the

The clinic was too bright when we entered. Aria's secretary was looking at us, maybe wondering why we're together. I sighed and remained my composure. As usual, the clinic is too clean. Too quiet. Or maybe I was just too aware of everything—every sound, every breath, every second I had to act normal while the memory of Aria’s mouth on me still felt like a bruise beneath my clothes. “Good afternoon, Miss Garden,” the receptionist greeted. “Dr. Williams, good afternoon.” I nodded, forcing a polite smile even though my stomach was twisting itself into knots. People were around. Staff. Patients. Assistants. And all I could think of was Aria’s texts, her hands, her voice— Stop. I sat in the waiting lounge, pretending to scroll on my phone, but my mind replayed the morning, the shoot, the teasing, the way she waited for me like it was the most normal thing in the world. But now? Now I had to pretend she was just my dermatologist. When the door to Treatment Room 3 opened, one of her