1. Pure Obsession (Finn) – Chapter Four


    Date: 3/2/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    blackmail him into doing it again. It was smart, it was easy and it was fool proof. For a moment, I almost admired his cunning. “So, what now?” I asked cautiously. She swallowed hard. “I’m gonna break up with him. You were right.” Her eyes flicked away from mine. “I’m not meant to know about any of it though. I guess I’ll have to pretend to hear it on the grapevine and then end it.” She ran her hands through her hair. “You were right, Finn. I don’t know why I ever cared so much. God, I’m such an idiot.” “No, you’re not,” I said automatically. “Yes, I am. I mean, I sat there last night defending him and feeling guilty when he’s been lying to everyone. Can’t he see that he’s only hurting himself?” She sighed heavily. “In a way, I feel sorry for him.” I held her gaze. “You feel sorry for him?” She squirmed guiltily. “Well, yeah. I wish he hadn’t screwed up.” “He made his own choices,” I said, as evenly as possible. “He got what he deserved. He’s actually lucky. He’s got people that care about him. You, Vincent, everyone at the company. He’s got a chance to sort himself out.” “I guess.” Alessandra shrugged, unconvinced. “Anyway. I’ve got rehearsals.” She headed towards the door and then turned back. “I don’t have a show tomorrow night. Do you want to… hang out? I’ll buy you a drink. I feel like I owe you one.” “Yeah, if you want,” I acquiesced. “I guess that’d be okay.” She gave me a small smile and disappeared. *** We went to Voda, a trendy, hippie sort of place which seemed ...
    busy enough to be reputable. There were two tables outside, squashed up against the windows so they wouldn’t occupy much of the pavement and inside was a huge U-shaped bar with stools all the way around it. There were too few bartenders; just a beefy, tattooed guy who was sweating with exertion and a skinny, blue-haired bargirl with more piercings in her ear than I would have thought possible. Alessandra didn’t want to have sex. I knew it from the way she held herself, the extra millimetre of distance she kept between us. We talked - we talked a lot - and yet I knew it wasn’t going to happen. In a way, I was pleased. I would rather have gone without than have her regret it in the morning and so I acted like a gentleman and listened to her talk about Daniel and Vincent and Princess Florine and her crazy family. I liked hearing her talk and I liked pleasing her by giving her the answers she wanted to hear. She was smart and funny and sweet; it wasn’t boring and yet I couldn’t relax. I felt like there was some invisible barrier between us, like the two of us were holding too much back. But it was early days. We had time to overcome awkwardness, and I liked just being in her company, talking or reading or listening to music. Having her around made even the most mundane activities sparkle a little more. Somehow, we became friends. I didn’t want it to happen and yet it did. She was too smart for me. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months and we hung out like two people who had ...
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