Page 14 of Obsessive Love
I left his office and returned to mine to grab a few things to work from home. Images of Fable’s fine ass flipped through my mind, and I wanted to be in her presence.
“The fuck are you doing here, Xoey plus twelve?” I asked as I got out of my car. Xoey stood leaning against her car, a book in her hand and a smile on her face.
“I’m bored,” she announced, and I immediately started shaking my head. Her smile dropped, and for a second, she pouted before her eyes narrowed. “What do you mean no?”
“Whatever you've got in mind, the answer is no.” I closed my car door and headed to the porch. Xoey fell in step with me, and I sighed. “How the hell did you get into my yard?”
“Do you really want to know?” she replied with a smile. “Because if you do, I’ll tell you.”
“My security system will be upgraded by the end of tomorrow.” I pressed my thumb onto the scanner to unlock my front door and opened it.
“So?” she questioned. “It’s not going to stop me.”
“I think Nine and Cross should hire you to test their systems,” I sighed as I kicked off my shoes and put on my slides. Xoey pulled off her shoes and dropped them by the door.
“They did,” she shrugged. “I’m a tech analyst two days a week. I just left their office.”
I stopped moving and stared at her, confused as fuck but also not surprised. We joked around a lot about Xoey having random ass jobs that aligned with her personalities, but every time she acknowledged one, it always took me a moment to process it.
“That explains the long hair, huh?” I gently tugged on the wig and smiled.
“You know it,” she laughed, then headed opposite direction where I was going.
“Xoey, where the fuck are you going?” I questioned as she walked away.
“To see my new bestie,” she answered. “I missed her!”
“What?”
“Mind the business that pays you, Pyrite Stone, cuz this ain’t it,” she said, then rounded the corner. “Order some food!”
“I’m not feeding your ass, Xoey, plus twelve,” I yelled.
“Fine, I’ll be a Chef today, too!”
I stood in the foyer of my house, slightly confused about what exactly had just happened, but I was instantly snapped out of it when what Xoey said registered. There was no way I wanted to deal with the Chef today. I wiped my hands over my face and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t want anyone at my house, and cooking was a good stress reliever.
FABLE
“I just knewyou were going to be awake,” a voice said, pulling me from my sleep. My eyes flew open, and I stared into the prettiest brown eyes I’d ever seen. “Oh, you are.” She slowly stepped back, giving me space, and then she looked around the glass cell. She was short and not as curvy as I was, but she had a nice shape. Her hair was laid, and if I didn’t know anything about hair, I wouldn’t have been able to tell it was a wig, and her makeup was a natural beat that would have bitches hating.
“Who the fuck are you?” I asked as I sat up. I didn’t know her ass, and if I had to fight, then I needed to be ready.
“Xoey plus twelve,” she laughed as she put her hand out for me to shake.
“Excuse me?” I reared back because what the fuck did she mean plus twelve? It was only two of us in here, and if she saw someone I didn’t, then I needed to get the fuck out of here asap. “Plus twelve?”
“That’s how many voices are in here.” She tapped the side of her head and shrugged. “Or, at least, that’s how many I’ve announced.” She dropped her hand and shrugged. “I’m not sure at this point.”
“And who exactly have you told about your additional voices?” I cautiously asked. Even though she looked normal, that didn’t mean shit. I’d seen enough documentaries to know that the successful serial killers all looked normal. “And when did they start?”
She sat at the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. “They started when I was eight; one fucked up night changed the course of my life,” she sighed and shook her head. “The voices started that night.”
“I’m sorry,” I genuinely replied. “I know what it's like to have something taken from you and not be able to fight back.”
“Girl, what?” she reared back, her face twisted in confusion. “What was taken from me?”
“What happened to you that night?” I answered.
