Novel & Cerita Obsessive Friendship

"Perfectly, Pakhan." Vladimir pushes back from the table, his chair scraping against the floor. "This is a mistake." Dmitri's warning glance follows Vladimir out of the room. “Welcome back, man.” Mikhail pats me on the shoulder as I nod briefly at him. “You were late again.” I whisper at him and the corner of his lips lifts. “Got caught up shagging.” He mouths back at me and I roll my eyes, turning away from him. In our line of work, friendships are luxuries we can't afford. Mikhail's the closest thing I have to one. The rest are just temporary alliances, held together by shared interests.

I tell Tony, taking a step back toward the street. “No, please don’t leave because of him,” Tony says quickly, shooting a glare at his friend. “He’s just being stupid. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” But the friend continues as if Tony hadn’t said anything. “I can see why he’s so obsessed. You’re even prettier than he described.” The whole situation is making me increasingly uncomfortable. There’s something about the way Tony’s friend is looking at me and talking about me that feels predatory and wrong.

Obsession is unhealthy, but I somehow just know that he will not hurt me. I feel as if his obsession with me can only be harmful to others. I could safely say that no matter what, he will never lay a hand on me. It is like a sixth sense. Even though I am choosing to ignore this connection, I cannot deny its existence. It is there but I just do not acknowledge it. Scholl has surprisingly become quieter and more fascinating. It seems as if everyone knows something that I do not know. They regard me with a certain respect that I find quite uncomfortable. Even my friends have started doing the same. Ben is always following me around like a bodyguard.

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

I joked. "It doesn't matter, you already made me drink coffee at noon anyway. Nothing can be worse than that,” he admitted with a shrug. We both started laughing and changed the subject. In our four years of friendship we had gone to many places together, but that day it felt different, I already knew that he loved me, but I had to explain to him that it was reciprocated. In my mind, everything looked easy, but it wasn't that simple. I got so immersed in my thoughts that at some point I didn't realize I was staring at him. Isaac raised an eyebrow and smiled at me, thus pulling me out of my fantasy world.

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

We were both mentally ill and I think that is where we find common ground to understand each other. Colette had always been the antisocial one since elementary school. She never spoke to anyone and always found an excuse to not go out when she was invited to dates and such. I always admired that; the strength she had to enjoy being alone. I could never understand that. I am a rather affectionate creature and I need to always be around someone to love me or entertain me. Colette on the other hand is the total opposite of that, and that is why I always have to force myself into her space. She had told me multiple times that she did not want to be my friend, but I know that is not the case. She

It’s just a small wedding and the only people that will be there is my parents and Tristian family. I want to see him before the wedding and I also miss him so badly. I have never miss anyone in my life. He’s the first and that makes the obsession I have towards him deadly. I know that obsessions are not healthy, but with Tristian, it’s more than that. What I feel for him is more than unhealthy.

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CHAPTER 13. That was the beginning of her problems. She noticed that he would shun her calls and messages while he was online. Moreover, Chloe began going in dates while her mysterious boyfriend bought her a lot of things. She had been having problems with her boyfriend for close to two months until she returned earlier from work one day and saw her boyfriend in Chloe's arms as they made out on the back seat of his car. She had seen the car parked in front of their house and had been elated. She had thought he had realised his mistake and had come to her so that they would make peace so, she had happily moved closer to it in order to approach it.