Soren's Obsession

Chapter Five

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Eve threw her hands up in the air as she paced back and forth.

We were in her house while Joel was at work. He had become my worst nightmare, whipped. Eve worked too, but she was taking off time to prepare for the wedding, and when she wasn’t doing that, she was working from home for the time being. I came over here today, hoping that I could talk to the only person I really felt like myself around. Eve understood me in the way that the boys didn’t. Sometimes her point of view was more beneficial, and I didn’t want their perspectives on anything.

I shrugged, giving her the best puppy dog face that I could manage. Somewhere I heard that it actually works on women from time to time, though I wasn’t sure if this was the right time to do it. “Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking. All logic went out the window when she turned me down again. This time was different, Eve. I was able to touch her. When I touched her, I felt different. This hasn’t ever happened to me before. It wasn't like following a woman home is the norm for me or anything. Not to mention feeling how wet her pus….”

“I swear on everything if you finish that sentence, I’m going to kill you!”

Yeah, Eve was cool, but even she had her limits. I brushed my hair back and kicked my shoes up on her coffee table, which she immediately knocked down. “I came to you hoping that you could help me.”

“Help you?” She asked as she turned around. Eve had this stern look as if somehow, she saw me differently. I didn’t like it. “You went into stalker mode and followed her home. You watched this woman undress and pleasure herself. That kind of thing isn’t something normal for men to do. That was something personal to her, which you had no right to watch.”

Now I was curious. No, I’ve never had any s****l feelings toward Eve, but I felt like if maybe I could understand her, I could understand Alana. They are sort of a lot alike. When Joel and Eve met, she gave him a hard time too. Granted, they did sleep with each other the first night they met. Maybe that is why they were destined to be together.

“Have you, you know, pleasured yourself with toys like that before?”

Eve picked up a pillow and threw it at me, hitting me dead center in my face. “You are a pervert! How could you even ask me something like that?”

“It’s not like I want to. For f**k’s sake, I don’t want to know if you did that, but I need to know because it might help me with Alana.”

She plopped down onto the couch next to me, not bothering to look at me now. Way to go, Soren! “Listen, I know that you mean well, but it doesn’t come across that way. Sometimes, you can be intense. Women like men who ease into things. You know, like buy flowers and take you out on dates. Yes, it’s true that not all women are like that, but most are.”

I smirked at her, turning and saying, “you aren’t like that. Your idea of romanticism is Joel bending you over from behind. You will never admit it, Eve, but you are the woman version of me. In a way. Think about it. Before you met Joel, you slept around with guys and were never interested in a relationship.”

Eve smirked back at me. “Yeah. That’s true, but everything changed for me when I met Joel. Yes, he was persistent, which eventually paid off for him, but it was anything but perfect in the beginning. And I’m pretty sure that he never snuck a peek at me while I was naked and pleasuring myself.” I went to open my mouth, but she beat me to it. “I swear if you say one dirty thing, I’m going to hit you.”

This is why I loved Eve. She was so real. Eve was the first woman I met who was completely and utterly herself. She didn’t give a f**k what other people thought about her, and that was refreshing in a woman. It was no surprise when Joel fell so hard for her. It didn’t hurt that she was beautiful.

As her relationship progressed with Joel, we became closer. Yes, I wasn't a complete asshole all of the time. Even I had boundaries when it came to that, but when we did get close, it was like nothing could separate us. When Eve looked at me, she didn’t see what everyone else did. She would tell me all the time how important I would be to someone someday and how lucky they would be to have me. I thought she was just being nice for a while, but now, I sort of believe her.

“So, do you have any nonjudgmental advice for me? I know what I did was messed up. Part of me wishes that I could take it back, that I would have never followed her. The other part wishes I would have knocked down her door and showed her what she was missing. I’m torn, Eve. I’m f*****g confused. You know that I never develop feelings, just one goal, which is to f**k then bail. Why is Alana different?”

Eve turned around, placing her legs on my lap and stretching out on the couch. “Because you are finally growing up. Soren, we all have a soulmate. Some are lucky enough to find theirs, while others aren’t. Maybe Alana is destined to be your soulmate. Wouldn’t that be something? One woman catches the heart of the horniest guy in all of L.A.”

“Ha-ha. Very funny.”

“If you seriously want my advice, I would say to look her up and find out where she practices at and schedule an appointment. It might sound stupid, but you said she thinks you are nothing but a player. Well, she isn’t wrong, but that isn’t all there is to you. Maybe if you go in there and open up to her, then she might see what I’ve seen all along.”

I pushed her shoes off her feet, massaging them for her, making her close her eyes and moan a little. I found it incredibly adorable. “You think it’s a good idea for me to see a therapist? Yeah, I don’t know. You are the only person in my entire life that I’ve ever felt like I could talk to about anything. Sometimes I wish that I would have found you before Joel did,” I admitted jokingly, though part of me knew it held some truth.

Even though Eve had become somewhat of a sister to me, I couldn’t help but think how my life would be right now if she and I had ended up together. I had never seen her in that light before, but I couldn’t think of another reason why I felt so close to her. What we had didn’t feel like anything that I felt with Alana, but you never know.

When I looked back over to her to see if she heard me, she had her eyes closed and lightly snoring. With everything going on with the wedding, she has been working non-stop. I slid her legs out and stood, covering her with a blanket that was dangling over the back of the couch.

Eve left her laptop on the counter in the kitchen, so I wiggled the mouse and brought the screen to life. Without thinking, I opened up a web browser, searched Alana’s first name, and compared it with therapist offices nearby. Over two dozen results popped up. Why was I even doing this? How could one woman make me feel so obsessive?

I decided to go a different route. Eve was still signed into her social media account, so I searched for Alana’s first name. I tried different tags until I came across a page that struck out to me. It enlarged after clicking on the picture, confirming that it was her. Alana looked a little younger in this picture, but it was no doubt her. Thankfully, her page was made public. I assumed that had a lot to do with her being a therapist, more so than for personal reasons. As I scrolled through her page, I found out that she was born in June, her favorite color is red, she is in love with love story musicals, and her relationship status was set to its complicated.

Yup! It was official. I was a grade-A level stalker. What was I going to say when I saw her again if I saw her again? Hey, Alana. It’s nice to see you. Oh, and by the way, I happen to know your favorite color and what month you were born in. Oh, and care to explain why you are in a complicated relationship? She would look at me like I was psychotic.

Being the stalker that I was, I searched a little more and happened to find the office that she worked for. It was a little further into the city, more so than I thought, but she seemed to be a big deal. She had pictures of certificates and awards that she had won. There was one picture that appeared to be a party throw in her honor. Alana was standing in the middle, smiling perfectly for the camera with all her coworkers surrounding her.

This would probably be a very stupid mistake, but I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and dialed her office number.

“Thank you for calling. How may I help you today?”

“Um. I was thinking about scheduling an appointment. A friend of mine had recommended a woman named Alana.”

I heard the woman click her tongue to the roof of her mouth. “Yes! Alana is one of our brightest. Give me just a minute to check her schedule. Oh, yes. She does have some availability here. It looks like the first availability will be next Monday. Would that work for you, sir?”

I quickly hung up the phone. This was stupid. I’ve never had to resort to stalking before to try and get a woman to notice me. The best thing for me to do was to get over Alana. Nothing ever happened between us. We didn’t even share a kiss because you can’t count her kissing me on the cheek. So, technically, there was nothing to get over. All I needed to do was to see someone else. That would help me get over Alana.

**

A few hours later, I found myself walking into the same club where I met Alana that first night. The women here were plenty willing, more willing than Alana was. What I wasn’t expecting was to see Alana the second I walked through the door. She wasn’t huddled in a booth this time. No, she was out on the dance floor, grinding against some guy. I came here to get away from her, not to see her practically f*****g some other guy right in front of me.

I took a seat down at the bar and was immediately approached by a cute petite brunette. She didn’t seem wasted, which was a shock.

“Hey, I’ve seen you in here before. Are you a regular or something?”

“Yeah, or something,” I responded, keeping my eyes on Alana in the middle of the dance floor.

“That’s cool. I’m Erica. This place has become like my safe haven. Horrible breakups tend to lead you to some of the worst spots. I’ve been hit on a least by every guy in here at least once tonight, except for you.”

Usually, I would have had my tongue down this woman’s throat by this point. We would have to run out of there fast because I had a tendency of not being very patient. I’ve actually fingered a few girls against this bar once or twice. For some reason, I didn’t have an interest in her, which was odd. She was beautiful and clearly wanted me to give her attention, but I couldn’t look away from Alana for two seconds enough to give this woman what she wanted.

I felt bad as she kept talking, and I wasn’t paying her any attention. So, I spun my chair around and ordered her a drink. “Thanks for the talk, Verna, but I’m just not feeling it tonight.”

She smacked her lips and jumped off the barstool. “My name is Erica, you asshole!” Then, she stormed off.

When her drink arrived, I guzzled it down and slapped a ten on the bar. It was time that I got out of here. Sitting here watching Alana dance with another guy wasn’t doing anything for my mood. In fact, I was beginning to get a little pissed the more that I stared at them. I know I had no right, but I wanted to punch that guy in his f*****g face for touching her. Alana wasn’t mine, but deep down, I felt like she was.

I was getting ready to walk out the door when I heard her voice behind me. “Soren. Leaving so soon?” So, she did notice me come in. “It’s impolite not to say hi before you take off.”

“Hi,” I said, then spun around. The jerk that she was with came up and put his arm around her shoulder. “Have a good night, but I got to go. There is somewhere I need to be.” That was a damn lie. I had nowhere to be, but I knew where I wanted to be.

“Who is that guy?” I heard her date ask as I turned around and started walking.

A few seconds later, I felt her hand on my shoulder. I knew it was her because her touch was the only thing that made my heart beat faster. “I just wanted to see if you were alright. You seem a little out of your element tonight.”

“Why do you care?” I wasn’t trying to sound like a d**k, but I know that’s how it came across.

Alana either didn’t seem to notice or didn’t care. “I care because I’m a licensed therapist. Helping people that are down is sort of my job.”

“You aren’t working right now, so don’t worry about it.”

I turned around to leave, but she quickly placed herself right in front of me. “I know,” she muttered quickly.

“You know what?”

She touched my chest and stepped closer to me. “I know that you followed me home last night. It isn’t very nice to watch women pleasuring themselves through their windows, you know?”

If it was at all possible, my heartbeat got even faster. I thought that I was pretty discreet, but apparently not enough. f**k! I just knew that she was going to rat on me to the cops.