His Little Black Book #4
I was obsessed over my boss. If this wasn’t clear before, I am putting it out there now. In a short while, I had crossed the line from crushing on him to full obsession. I worshipped the air he breathed. I woke up every morning thinking about him. I made a customized t-shirt with his name on it. I had post-it notes where I wrote my name and added his just to see how it would look when we eventually got married. Each time I went to pick his laundry, I kept his clothes a while with me just to have his perfume fill my room. Every love song reminded me of him. Everything he did was good; even if he committed murder today, I’d probably blame the person he murdered.
He was the god of my universe and I, his humble minion and lover.
But you see, obsession is a really bad thing. You never know that it is consuming you until it ruins you. It’s often a blissful journey of a life that exists only in your head. It has different stages, however. For me, I was at the point where I had begun to imagine things.
It kicked off on a normal day at the office. Not so normal though. There was some renovation on our floor and my boss didn’t feel like doing anything worthwhile, even though we had lots to iron out. He told me he was going out to relax at the poolside since it was a hot day. I told him we needed to work on a report he was to present at a seminar the following week. He grumbled, I stood my ground. He ordered me to follow him to the poolside.
An hour later, we were almost done with the report, sipping on margaritas under a huge blue and yellow canopy. The area was mostly deserted with only a family of Arab tourists chilling off at the end of the pool.
“I think I’ve found the one, Anna,” my boss said from nowhere.
“One what?” I asked.
“The one. The woman I want to spend my life with.”
Something in me stirred. For some reason, it hit me that this person he was referring to was none other but me. Crazy, yeah. I know. But like I already told you, my mind was not in the right place. I was lost.
“Damn, she’s beautiful. You need to see her. Natural exquisiteness. She is gorgeous, Anna.”
His eyes were rich with emotion and he was staring straight into mine. He was talking to me. I was the one!
“It’s the effortlessness of her beauty that gets me. The naturalness. Her hair… I just want to run my fingers through it.”
I touched the base of my neck to feel my hair. It wasn’t all that but if it was to him, then…
“I want this woman, Anna.”