The Ghost Of One Night

ELIAN

I looked like I was attacked by a rabid animal, the litter of hickeys and bruises on my skin looking red and angry.

By the time I had woken up this morning, the stranger was gone, disappeared into thin air like he never existed in the first place.

I let out a sigh that sounded more disappointed than relieved. Maybe it was because it was my first time with a man or because I had never felt so grounded before in my life.

It didn’t help that the man hadn’t bother to drop a message or anything to acknowledge our time together.

Maybe I was just too old to know how hookups happen normally. My alarm rang out then, pulling me out of the rabbit hole of overthinking.

I pulled myself together, willing the memory of last night to the back of my mind.

Time to return back to my normal routine.

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Three months later…

I crack my neck, looking at my schedule for the day. My last patient had been…emotional.

I had to sit and witness a woman bawl out her eyes after she divorced her terminally ill husband for another man, few days after her ex-husband died.

I felt uncomfortable as I watched her cry for the entirety of her session, wondering why she had come in the first place.

It didn’t help that I had that familiar itch underneath my skin once again. Images of that one night came flashing through my head.

I shook it away but my cock was already stiff in my pants. With a sigh, I stood up from where I sat, walking into the bathroom in my office.

I couldn’t meet with my next patient like this. With trembling hands, I pull out my cock once I got to the bathroom.

I pump my length, my teeth biting into my lips as I imagined rough hands gripping at my waist.

I groan out my release as I painted my hand white with cum. The ghost of the stranger had been haunting me ever since that day making me unable to move close to anyone else.

I freshened up, walking back to my seat when a knock on my door drew my attention. A frown marred my face; I wasn’t meant to have another appointment until…

I had somehow forgotten the patient the Director had spoken to me about that had issues with OCD.

Just then the door to my office was pushed open. The man who entered looked so tall and huge, I swallowed subtly as I gestured for him to have his seat as I did the same.

Something about the way he looked at me set me on edge. “I guess you already have my file,”

I picked up his file with a tremble that I tried to hid. His voice had me feeling shaky for some reason, making me frustrated and anxious.

His name is Aiden Knight, 27 years old, suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

“I have been battling with obsession lately” He added, spreading against the sofa.

“What kind of obsession?” I asked calmly, my tone a far cry from how I feel inwardly as he leveled his blue-green eyes at me.

“I can’t stop myself from stalking someone”

“Watching everything about him. Wanting to know all his secrets” My breath seemed to have frozen in my lungs at the intensity of his voice as he described his problem.

“And who is this person?” I asked, clearing my throat as I adjusted my glasses.

Aiden tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes lighting up with a frightening intensity before he replied me.

“You”

I froze at what he said, hoping I had heard wrong.

“What?” I asked, my voice faint with disbelief at his answer.

“I saw you once at a café, you ordered an Americano. Two packets of sugar. From that day on, I started following you. I know you wake up at 6:30 every morning. You like whole-grain toast with fried eggs. I know your ex-girlfriend’s name is Leah. You broke up three months ago because she cheated.”

My hands trembled at the calm way with which he spoke, my brain whirling with panic and fear.

“You need treatment…”

“I know” He interrupted before I could complete my statement, a smile splitting his lips.

“That’s why I am here. So, Doctor…how are you going to treat me?”

I pressed the emergency number on my phone with trembling fingers, my heart beat pounding with each ring.

“Hello, this is 911. How can we help you?”

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“What were you thinking?!” Dr. George, the lead Psychologist, hissed at me as the police officers walked out of my office, throwing me worried looks.

I swallowed, my hands trembling badly. “I am sorry” I let out weakly, his response getting lost as everything sounded under water.

He walked away with angry steps, leaving me a mess at the entrance to my office. I walked back in, closing the door only to find out Aiden was still there.

“You should have known better than to call the police” He lets out calmly, as if he were talking about the weather.

I know I should respond to him but I couldn’t, my mind peaceful blank until my lips were coaxed into a rough kiss.

I gasped into the kiss, my breath coming out choppily as he broke the kiss.

“Hmm, interesting” Aiden mumbled out, his eyes fixed on my lips before he took a step backward.

“Y-you shouldn’t have done that, it goes against…”

“Here is what would happen, pretty boy. You would come with me, I need to see what you look like when I decorate your body with my cum”

I jolt back at his crude statement, hating the way my cock twitched at it.

“I am not going anywhere with you, please leave my office” I said calmly, stepping away from the door.

“Oh, you are. Unless you want everyone to find out you like taking cock like a bitch in heat” He whispered into my ear, his tongue licking at the lobe.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, fear evident in my tone.

“I know about that night at the Hilltop hotel and I have a video of you, pretty boy”