RESTRAINED OBSESSION: POSSESSIVE CEO

*Angel's POV* It was another lonely night for me. Just like every day, I was on my way home from work. I work as a janitor in a big company, and by the time I get off, I don't have the energy to talk to anyone anymore. During the ride, I just put my earphones on to relax. Sometimes I pretend to be asleep so my co-workers won't talk to me. There are times I just choose to be silent. I am Angel, 27 years old. I'm not that tall, fair-skinned, thin eyebrows, shy and I like being alone. In short, I am an introvert. I have never even had a boyfriend in my whole life. When I get off the service car at the entrance of the street, I just walk to my apartment. You might be asking why I said I am lonely earlier? Well, my life is just the same routine every day. And just like my daily walk on the street going to my apartment, I always see Vince there, morning and night. Vince is a messy-looking guy, but he is tall — maybe 6'3. He has thick eyebrows, and even though he looks like a homeless man, you can see his skin is naturally fair. But what scares me is his eyes. His stare is so sharp, like he is angry at the world, like he wants to swallow whole anyone who looks at him. I don't know, but it feels like he is mad at the whole world. That's why sometimes when I am tired from work, I don't want to look at him. Instead of feeling better, I just feel more scared when I see how he looks at me. I was already in my room when suddenly it rained so hard. "Finally, it rained," I said softly. I was lying in bed when I suddenly remembered I didn't close the curtain of my room. "Oh no, I left the curtain open. Curtain closed," I joked as if my things here are automatic. "Hayss, you are so delulu, Angel. Stand up, your curtain is not automatic," I said to myself while laughing a little. "Hayss, just when I'm getting sleepy, I have to stand up." Slowly, I stood up and went to the window to close the curtain. I already closed it and I was going back to my bed when I thought of checking the man outside the apartment. I can see the street from my window even though I am on the 4th floor of the building. "Won't he get sick there?" I said to myself, wondering. It looks like he has no plan to take shelter from the rain. I just closed my window and curtain and went back to my bed. My life is still better even though it's tiring every day, because I can still work, I have food every day, and I have a place to sleep. That's what I said to myself while lying down and thinking about the man outside my apartment. "Lord, thank you. Sorry if I complain too much. It's just that you still don't want to give me a love life. Maybe that's all I need so I won't be lonely and just lock myself in this room," I said in my mind jokingly. --- The next morning when I got up from my bed, I looked at the time. "OMG, it's 7:30 AM already! I'm so late, I might really get fired from my job. I might become homeless at this rate," I joked to myself. I went straight to the kitchen to cook my baon. "Rice or egg sandwich? Should I cook or not?" I was thinking, but I was feeling weird. I felt dizzy and I don't know why. I was thinking if I should go to work or not, until I decided I will just be absent today because I'm super late anyway. "Egg, bread, coffee, nice, I still have some. This will be my food for today." "I think I need to walk and get some sun and sweat. The question is, is it sunny already?" I asked myself while preparing breakfast. I went to my bedroom window for a moment to check if the weather is good for a walk. "Nice, the weather is beautiful and sunny," I said happily. "You really love me so much, Lord," I said while looking outside. While looking out the window, my eyes caught the homeless man on the street. He was lying on a bench, sleeping soundly even though the sun was so hot, and he had an umbrella. "Poor kuya," I whispered to myself. "If I was rich, I would help people like him to have a better life," I said to myself with disappointment. Then my brain answered, "Eh, you are not rich, Angel," as if there is a devil and an angel always fighting inside my head. 🤣 "What if I give kuya coffee and a sandwich? I hope he will accept it. Hello, it's me, will he still reject it?" I said jokingly. 😆 --- I looked at myself in the small mirror. My hair was messy, I was still in my pajamas, and I hadn't even brushed my teeth. "OMG, what will he think of me?" I laughed at myself. But then I thought about him sleeping under the hot sun with just a small umbrella. He must be hungry. He must be thirsty. "Okay, Angel, just do it. Don't overthink," I whispered. I opened my door and started walking down the stairs. Four floors. My heart was beating so fast with every step. I took a deep breath. My hands were shaking while holding the sandwich and the hot coffee. Why am I so nervous? It's just coffee, Angel. Calm down. "Maybe because I'm not feeling well," I said to myself. "Don't be scared, he's not gonna eat you, girl," I said, convincing myself not to be scared of that man. 😆 ---