HER OBSESSION

Two

Freya's pov

I hated how my mom always wanted me to look into her businesses. And my dad making me study things in line with fashion. My dad having some weird ass events company and Mom having all these malls was not helping my dream of becoming a mechanical engineer. I hated how my parents kept loving to dictate my life. Now I was bored scrolling through my phone as I walked around one of my mom's malls just as I was instructed earlier. I could not wait for school to start in the next week. I did not love school much but I hated home more so school was a much better option.

My parents wanted me to study something like events or fashion like them. They hated the idea of mechanical engineering because according to them it did not suit me, a girl.

They wanted me to study things that made me more girly.

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I was scrolling through my phone when a girl approached me, "hey do you know where I can find the dressing room" she asked sweetly. I looked at her, gauging her up and down. She was pretty, I could give her that. Kinda short and her eyes looked innocent. And I would definitely hit that. Yeah if you haven't picked up yet, I am not straight... and if I had a type she could definitely be my type. "Hey, do you know where it is?! The dressing room?!" she asked again and I realized I was kind of ignoring her.

"Follow me!" I said as I turned around and led her to the dressing room. We walked slowly until we reached a room, I opened it for her and shut it when we got in, but did not lock. We entered the room and I sat down, "there" I said not at all bothered by the strange look on her face. She looked at me as though I had grown a second head. "Thanks but are you really going to stay here as I get dressed" she asked me.

I smirked at her, did she really think I was going to miss seeing her get dressed, not in lifetime. "I'm staying" I shrugged.

She looked at me and crossed her arms trying to intimidate me. "you look cute when you try to act angry, but I'm staying" I tell her my smirk still evident. She blushed and bit her lower lip. Wow she was really easy to get to.

I stood up and closed the distance between us. I leaned down and whispered to her ear, "but you actually look even cuter when you blush"

Her breath hitched and I could not stop the soft chuckle that escaped my lips. I definitely had this effect on girl, straight or not. I held her waist I moved my face so close to her so that my lips were ghosting her's.

She unconsciously closed her eyes and my patience weared thin as I crashed my lips to hers. She was so fast to respond and I carried her to the couch as I deepened the kiss. I was close to ripping her dress off but just then the door creaked open. Who the hell dared to disturb my pleasure time, if it was an employee she or he was getting fired. I don't care what my mom could say.

I was about to snap at whoever opened the door but as I raised my eyes to look at the person, my eyes widen for a split second, the most beautiful girl or lady I have ever seen, I stopped myself. She was beautiful, no breathtaking. The girl below me muttered an apology obviously scared. But when I looked at the person she was apologizing to, she looked way more scared than us. I looked in her eyes, and wow they were beautiful. "Would you like to join us?!" I asked before I could stop myself.

I think at this, she remembered where she was and rushed out. When she went out, my vibe was already lowered so I stood off from the girl I was with. She looked at me like she was ready to keep going but I just got my phone and walked out. And of course she followed me out.

"So... uhm, can I get your number?!" the girl asked me as soon as we were outside.I looked at her like she just she just insulted me. How dare she?! Did she think we were friends now?! Like why could I give her my number. "Number?! For what?!" I asked rather coldly raising an eyebrow. I'm sure I looked scary because the girl slightly crumbled. Call me a b***h for using that tone when we're literally making out minutes ago but I did not care. It wasn't my fault some girls get attached easily

"Aah, so that we can.. like talk... or go out sometime" she answered shyly. I almost scoffed, right she thought we were going to go on date and act lovey dovey now?! She had to be insane. Don't some girl know the definition of fun? "Look girl, if what we did in there went to your head. it's not my fault. we just had fun" I replied nonchalantly. At that, she looked like she could cry but composed her self quick enough. I was thankful because I was not going to handle a crying baby right now. Not on my to do list of the day. She nodded and turned the other way to leave.

I looked around to see if I could find the beautiful girl from earlier but I could not find her. I sighed disappointedly before leaving.

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I was home but my mind kept drifting to the beautiful girl, or lady I saw earlier. She looked a bit older, but when has that ever stopped me. I was worried about one thing, she may be straight... or worse homophobic. But I do not think she was homophobic because, her reaction to us was just surprise not disgust.

I heard the front door open and I knew my parents were back. I locked my bedroom door and pretended I was asleep. I could not handle parental pressure now. I just couldn't wait to finish high school so I could move out of this hell hole I called a home.

My mom knocked on my bedroom door twice but I did not reply. She later gave up and left.

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The next morning I went out jogging, I had not gotten the pretty lady out of my head. And that was a first, I normally forget a girl immediately after a day. But her, I could not get her out of my head. Maybe it was because I did not get a chance to sleep with her, maybe. Yeah that was it, she was stuck in my head because I normally slept with every beautiful girl that I came across. And since I did not get that chance with her, she can not leave my mind. So I made up my mind, the next time I get to see her, I must sleep with her

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