His Dark Obsession Chapter 19

“You were right. That was a terrible idea.”

A cold bag of peas on my forehead, eyes closed, I can’t even look at Amy, who is sitting on the couch beside me. We’re watching – well, she’s watching Botched. I’m just trying to recover from almost killing myself with alcohol poisoning.

“I tried warning you—”

“Hey, I said you were right. Don’t rub it in, okay?”

I can hear her smiling. “Okay.”

I called her right after Shawn left, which I honestly can’t really believe he did. Just from a woman’s perspective, it seems pretty douchey to just walk out on an obviously inebriated woman who may need your help. But I guess I get it; his job was on the line, and I was basically the aggressor. He doesn’t owe me anything.

“Do you want some more bread?” Amy asks. She’s been trying to get me to eat ever since I called her over to “soak up the alcohol,” as she put it. I’m not sure if it’s working, but at this point I’ll try anything.

“Why not?” I groan. I open my hand and she places another piece in my palm. Like a child, I stuff it into my mouth and chew loudly. “I can’t believe I almost fvcked him.”

“I mean – he is cute.”

She’s just trying to be nice.

“Yeah, cute,” I reply. “But totally not my type.”

“I think there’s only one man out there that is your type, Chanel.”

I have to laugh. “God, are you my psychiatrist? How do you know me so well?”

“My mom always said I had good intuition. That I was perceptive.”

“Well, your mom was right.” For some reason, those words have a profound effect on me. Maybe it’s just the alcohol, but a sharp, longing pain hits me right in the heart, and tears start to well up in my eyes. “I – you’re lucky…lucky to have her.”

I can’t help it; I start crying.

Soaked with alcohol. Nauseous. A bag of peas on my head to fight a skull-splitting headache, and now I’m crying. What a mess. What a hot, hot mess.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Chanel. I – I shouldn’t have brought her up like that.”

“No,” I whimper. “It’s fine. You should be able to talk about her. Don’t worry about me.”

“I should have been more considerate. I’m sorry.”

“No, this is my fault,” I reply. “Titus. Losing my company. This mess. It’s on me.”

In a desperate attempt to shake off the weight of the day, I get up and stretch. I swing my arms a little and walk around the living room, feeling like a sailor who’s been at sea for too long and has to readjust to being on land.

How ridiculous is it that I’m in the Bahamas, one of the most beautiful places on Earth, and instead of being out on the beach or being pulled through the air behind a speedboat, I’m in here wallowing in self-pity, bumming out my only friend in the world?

“Why don’t we watch a movie?” Amy suggests. She turns on the TV and starts flipping through the channels. “Ugh, how do I do Netflix…?”

I hear the chatter of reality TV, The Simpsons, The Office and some sort of war show. She’s probably right; a movie would take my mind off things, but I can’t think of a single thing I’d like to watch.

“Stupid remote,” Amy mutters. The channel changes again, and I hear someone singing opera. Then, a news station, a football game, and…a voice.

“…just gotta go for it. No kind of education can beat real-world experience—”

“Got it!” Amy says happily. I whirl around just in time to see the Netflix logo pop up. But before it does, I see a face on the screen.

Hisface.

“Go back,” I say grimly.

“What do you mean?” Amy asks, trying too hard to sound like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. “I found Netflix.”

“Go back,” I repeat, going back over to the couch.

“Chanel, are you sure you want to…?” She looks at me, but when she sees the look in my eyes, she reluctantly flips back to the station.

And there he is. Titus, grinning proudly across from some guy in a suit on one of those investment news programs.

“So that would be what you would tell entrepreneurs out there?” the interviewer asks. “To be ruthless?”

Titus smiles, and my blood begins to boil. “Ruthless, bold, and don’t care what other people think about you.”

“Isn’t that a little bit harsh?” the man asks, an obvious setup question. But Titus’ smile just widens.

“Yes.” He nods. “And that’s what the business world is: harsh.”

“Okay, that’s enough of that!” Amy quickly flips Netflix back on as I look around for something to smash. My eyes land on one of my glasses from earlier. I pick it up and hurl it across the room like a major league pitcher. It shatters against the wall, and I don’t feel a single bit better.

“I’ll clean that up,” Amy says quietly.

“No, no. I’ll get it.”

Amy’s done enough for me. I won’t have her cleaning up my messes now too.

I clean up the glass, put it in a paper bag, and throw it out. Really wishing I could have another drink, I rejoin Amy on the couch and put the frozen bag of peas back on my forehead.

“Christ,” I mutter. “I can’t even get away from him here.”

“I’m so sorry, Chanel,” Amy says. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Know any hitmen?”

Amy laughs, and I even mange to smile. “I’m sure with your money you could find some.”

“I just might!”

Amy puts on some kind of romance movie, but I quickly tell her no, and she switches to a horror film. Something about a lake monster killing college kids on vacation. But I can’t pay any attention. Between the headache and the mixture of rage and despair whirling around within me, it’s just not possible.

I put my feet up on the small couch beside us and lie back, trying to clear my head somehow. But every thought I have ends up landing on him.

Titus. Aka, the Devil. The Liar to Women. The Company Gobbler. The Breaker of Hearts.

It’s my own fault really. Sure, he knew exactly how to work his magic on me, but I also let him in when I knew better. My headache right now is the universe’s way of telling me that I need to be smarter. Wise up. Stop listening to my emotions.

…and my…

“I’m going to try and sleep, Amy,” I sigh. “Wake me up if…I dunno. If the world ends or something.”

“Okay, boss,” Amy laughs.

My world already ended. But hey, I’m trying not to be too dramatic.

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