I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 45

“I guess she just likes me. But I’m not interested, so I rejected her right away. Lydia also seemed to know how funny her words were.”

“It’s not funny, it’s absurd.”

“Whatever it is.”

“Anyway, there’s no normal person around.”

Mitchell clicked his tongue.

“It’s a secret for now. Don’t tell anyone. Lydia made me promise.”

“Why are you telling me then? You said it’s a secret.”

“Of course you should know. I have no secrets from you. I am you, and you are me. If I date Lydia, it’s like you’re dating Lydia too.”

At those words, Mitchell threw his head back and laughed loudly. While shaking his head at Geon-woo’s incredible notion, the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily.

“So Mitchell, you shouldn’t have any secrets from me either. Got it?”

When Mitchell couldn’t answer because he was laughing, Geon-woo frowned. He even shook Mitchell’s arm, endlessly demanding an answer.

“What? Why aren’t you answering? I said you shouldn’t have any secrets! It’s easy. You just have to tell me. Right? Isn’t that right? Answer me… Don’t tell me you’re hiding something from me?”

“I am.”

“What is it!”

The car stopped at a red light. Mitchell grabbed Geon-woo’s nape. As he brought his face close, Geon-woo unconsciously swallowed. Geon-woo’s black pupils trembled under Mitchell’s mesmerizing gaze. Yet, Geon-woo didn’t avoid eye contact.

“Actually, I’m gay. I don’t like women or men. I only love men like crazy.”

Geon-woo blinked repeatedly. Although it was something he had already guessed, hearing Mitchell say it directly suddenly made him look different.

“So if you date a woman, I can’t hang out with you. Just so you know.”

“Ah, then does that mean I should date a man? Would it be okay with you if my lover was a man?”

Does it work that way? Mitchell chuckled at the completely off-point conversation. He removed his hand from Geon-woo’s nape and started the car as the light turned green. Before he could answer, Geon-woo spoke first.

“I’m not gay so I can’t date men… Then I guess that won’t work. I guess I can’t have a lover for the rest of my life now. Well, that’s okay. If it’s to be with you, it can’t be helped. I don’t mind.”

Mitchell shook his head again. Geon-woo was a person he just couldn’t understand.

Of course, Mitchell understood that Geon-woo didn’t see men as potential lovers. It’s natural for a heterosexual man who likes women.

Still, even though they had been intimate, Geon-woo didn’t leave any room for possibility. He could engage in sexual acts with a man, but couldn’t even imagine having feelings for one. Despite being the one who had penetrated Geon-woo, Mitchell felt like he had only offered his body and was being discarded.

“This is frustratingly difficult.”

Mitchell muttered softly as he stepped on the accelerator. The car he was driving repeatedly slowed down and sped up.

***

Thwack, thwack, thwack.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the hotel room. A man was standing behind Jeff, who was leaning on the table, swinging his hips. The man’s strength was so great that even the table creaked.

A moment later, the man soiled Jeff’s behind.

“Hey! You bastard! I told you not to finish inside!”

Slap, slap, slap.

As the excited Jeff slapped the man’s cheek three times, the large body stepped back. The man bowed his head, admitting his mistake, but Jeff’s violence didn’t end.

He punched the other’s stomach and kicked his lower parts repeatedly. Whether the man writhed in pain or not, the one-sided beating continued. After several tens of minutes, Jeff, panting heavily, took out a wad of dollars from his wallet and threw it at the man.

“Get out, you son of a bitch.”

The man, hit by the dollars, forgot his pain and hurriedly picked up the money before fleeing the hotel room. He didn’t care that he was naked except for his socks.

“There’s not a single decent bastard around.”

In a suite of a New York hotel. Jeff has been staying at his father’s hotel for several days.

He was in Las Vegas and was about to head to LA to meet Mitchell, but an unexpected phone call made him change his destination.

How could he believe that Mitchell had a lover?

He naturally thought it was a lie. Mitchell, devoid of emotions, craved affection from others but never made a lover.

Sometimes he would have female lovers. The female lovers wanted to be with Mitchell even knowing he had no interest in them. Some of them vaguely guessed Mitchell’s preferences.

That’s why Mitchell initially refused. He said the relationship wouldn’t last long and he might not be able to give love, but half of them left and half stayed. They were people who wanted to have Mitchell, even if just for a moment, knowing they couldn’t have him forever.

While he would occasionally date women like this, Mitchell never dated men. He only spent one night with them.

Jeff, who had observed Mitchell for a long time, naturally didn’t believe Mitchell’s words about having a lover. Instead, he thought there must be a reason why Mitchell said that.

He would meet once under the pretext of returning the card, but not right now. Given the inexplicable change in mood, it was right to keep some distance from Mitchell for now. Mitchell was that difficult to deal with.

Just then, his father had said he would completely transfer ownership of the hotel in New York to him. Although he set the condition that Jeff must learn the business properly and show results, if he did well, he could soon have his own hotel.

The casino hotel in Las Vegas wasn’t much to boast about, but this place was among the top three hotels in New York. Given the difference in scale, he absolutely had to seize this opportunity.

So Jeff thought it wouldn’t be too late to meet Mitchell after finishing the hotel business. He dreamed of standing before Mitchell as the owner of a 5-star New York hotel rather than as a figurehead of an unremarkable hotel.

By then, wouldn’t the ghost lover disappear too?

Even if they existed, he could just get rid of them directly. Jeff waited patiently for the right time.

“Send up another one. You said there was a blonde with green eyes, right? Yeah, right now.”

He made a call somewhere with his phone. After ordering another disposable, Jeff slowly stroked himself. Just as he had been vigorously shaking it while standing in front of the door for a while, the doorbell rang.

He didn’t stop even as he opened the door. The moment the blonde man entered, Jeff approached him and ejaculated on the man’s pants.

Then he roughly grabbed the blonde hair and made him kneel in front of him. When the blonde glanced up slightly, Jeff slapped his cheek as if he had been waiting for it.

“Ugh, I’m sorry.”

The man trembled. He apologized first even though he hadn’t done anything particularly wrong. Jeff liked such obedient blondes, but he wasn’t satisfied.

Someone more willful would be more attractive.

Jeff muttered while pulling the man’s hair hard.

Mitchell, how can someone as hopeless as you love? You’re just crazy as you are…

“Just suck this, you dog.”

Looking coldly at the man hurriedly taking him in his mouth, Jeff thought of Mitchell.

***

Tsk.

His brow furrowed mercilessly. Mitchell wasn’t pleased with what he had created. He couldn’t even properly make a fried egg, which is considered one of the easier dishes to cook. He failed again.

The problem was that he turned up the induction heat, wanting to finish quickly before Geon-woo came out from washing up. While the top clearly didn’t seem fully cooked, a burnt smell started, and just like that, the dish was ruined in an instant.

Even though he opened all the doors, turned on the ventilator, and even the air purifier, there was no way Geon-woo wouldn’t notice at this point.

When he turned off the induction and slid the spatula under the fried egg, as expected, the egg was stuck to the pan. Just as he was trying to ignore the blackened parts, Geon-woo appeared.

Geon-woo’s face was flushed for some reason. Mitchell arbitrarily thought that Geon-woo was excited to tease him. Before Geon-woo could make the first move, Mitchell put the entire frying pan on the table. Right next to it was a heated lunch box.

“I’m not hungry.”

He added one more comment and went into the bedroom. Mitchell was satisfied just by not hearing Geon-woo’s mockery directly.

It wasn’t like he had planned to prepare meals for Geon-woo from the start. He didn’t know how to cook, so how could he do anything?

Even if he did know how to cook, it’s not like Geon-woo would find it cute or anything.

Although there was no reason to put effort into something for Geon-woo, Mitchell presented the fried egg. Even though half of it was burnt and the quality was low, the sincerity was evident.

“Can I eat this?”

Recently, while eating lunch at the filming location, Geon-woo had pointed at something and asked. It was the fried egg that Mitchell had left.

“I like it.”

That casual conversation must have stuck in his mind. Although he had vowed never to cook eggs again after failing once before, strange courage led him to land in the second pit.

Mitchell, who had been huffing to himself, glanced at the bedroom door. Geon-woo, whom he expected to come and tease him, was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, he heard the sound of a chair being pulled out at the dining table, followed by the clinking of utensils. Geon-woo was eating.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Mitchell quietly approached the door. After spending some time there, he peeked out slightly.

He could see Geon-woo’s back sitting at the table. The frying pan next to him was empty.

Returning to the room, Mitchell took off all his clothes that seemed to smell of oil.

“He’s really eating it well.”

He threw them irritably into a corner and entered the bathroom in the bedroom. His footsteps, carrying emotions different from his words and actions, were indeed light.