HIS FORBIDDEN OBSESSION

THREE

CALEB'S POV

He f****d me in the ass like he promised, and when he was done, he threw me out. I felt like an i***t, and it was like getting violated all over again. But I didn't hate it and I hated myself for that.

What would my mom think? I never wanted to disappoint her again or hurt her the way my dad did but how long could I hide who I really was?

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“Hi, can I see your notes? It's my first class today and I have a lot to catch up on.”

I blinked and stared at the girl who was grinning widely at me. She was wearing a black mid-length armless dress, her boobs hardly fit in the dress, she had very beautiful features aside from being curvy.

It was obvious she was interested in me. I could tell that much, but as usual, I felt the usual crushing disappointment and fear as I realized I wasn't in the least bit attracted to her.

“Hello?” I blinked again, snapping out of my thoughts.

I smiled half-heartedly, and she blushed, and I couldn't help but chuckle. I guess I was good-looking and I felt confident around women because I wasn't attracted to them; that always seemed to make me more attractive.

“Sure, I'll lend you my notes for as long as you need,” I replied.

She grinned, “Great, thank you so much!” She squealed. I took out a few notes and handed them to her.

Our fingers brushed as she took them and I had to resist the urge to pull away.

“You're so nice, um …”

I hesitated. I knew she was interested in me, and I shouldn't lead her on, but it wouldn't hurt to keep her around, and who knew, maybe if I tried hard enough, I would grow attracted to her.

“Caleb,” I told her. She held out her hand. I took it,

“Can I call you Cal? I'm Betty,” she replied. I smiled tightly, and I let go of her hand first.

“It's nice to meet you, Betty. Please return the notes as soon as you can. I'll see you around, I have to leave now.” I barely waited for her reply before I was walking out of class.

I didn't mean to be rude, but I felt uneasy and suffocated, and I got scared for a minute that she would figure something out and my reputation would shatter all over again like it did all those years ago.

My phone rang as I walked into my room, it was my mom. My heart skipped, I had been avoiding her calls for weeks, because I was avoiding my uncle as well.

“Hey, mom.” I mumbled as I answered the phone.

“You've been ignoring my calls. What's wrong with you, Cal? Did something happen? Did you get into trouble again?”

My heart twisted painfully, by getting into trouble she meant what happened with Uncle Logan.

I gripped my phone tighter, did she even love me? How could she make me do this? Why did she never believe me?

“I've just been busy, mom. Classes started, and being a first-year student is a little more than I bargained for,” I mumbled.

She let out a sigh,

“I'm glad you're okay. Why haven't you gone to see your uncle?” she asked.

Why did I have to go see him? I almost asked, I thought of how I ran into the guy who was supposed to be my roommate.

I hadn't seen him since that day and I wondered over the weeks if my mom or my uncle had set me up with him, but it was a ridiculous thought.

“I don't know where he lives. I went to the old house but he wasn't there.”

“Oh, he's moved, honey. You never asked, and I assumed you knew. Didn't you keep in touch with him?”

I can't believe she just asked me that. Why would I keep in touch with a man who ruined our lives?

Even if she hadn't believed me back then, she should know what it did to me. Was she pretending not to know or did she really forget?

“I'm tired, mom. I just got back to my room and I have classes again later. You can send his new address later.” I told her and ended the call before she could say anything else.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed, I glanced at it, as I read the message attached to the new address.

“Are you okay, Cal? Are you even having a hard time at school? Are you having problems making friends? Your uncle has a …”

My phone went blank before I could finish reading the text. I grabbed the phone and tried to switch it on, and I realized the battery was dead.

I forgot to charge it …

I plugged it in before getting out of my clothes and going to the bathroom to take a shower.

I could do anything I wanted for now since I was alone and whoever my new roommate would be was yet to resume.

Anyone would do as long as it wasn't the guy I got into a mess with. I never wanted to see him again. ‘Liar’, my mind screamed.

The next day, I had no classes and I left for my uncle's house. It was better I get it over and done with. I just had to see him, and thank him for being willing to pay for my tuition.

But as soon as I found a stable job, I would work hard to put myself through the rest of my education.

I never wanted to owe him anything.

This time, a housekeeper answered the door and asked me to wait in the living room.

It felt like forever waiting for my uncle to show up, my palms were sweating so badly and my heart was thumping a little too loudly already, at the thought of seeing him after so many years.

Then, I heard voices yelling, and my eyes moved towards the stairs. I recognized my uncle's voice immediately. Who was he arguing with?

I staggered to my feet as he came bounding down the stairs. It was him! How? What was he doing here?

Did he really know Uncle Logan? Did they really set me up?

He stopped in his tracks when he saw me, his eyes narrowing,

“You, what the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me? You want me to f**k you again?”

I didn't get a chance to say anything before my uncle came into view, his expression was hard, and it softened when he saw me.

He walked towards me, and I fought the urge not to stumble backwards. God, I hoped I wasn't trembling, that would be so humiliating.

“You know this w***e?” I paled as my uncle and I turned to stare at him. He was still standing on the stairs glaring at me.

“w***e? Ryder, watch your tone, will you? Caleb is your cousin. Where'd that come from?”

So, his name was Ryder …wait, cousin, did that mean?

“Cal, feel at home. I'll ask Martha to make you something to eat. You can just ignore my son, he's always been a brat.”