I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 70

Finally, today is the day! The day I’m discharged after a long, long hospital stay. For two weeks, I’ve been cooped up here, wasting more than half of each day without even seeing Mitchell.

Not that I was in a position to complain about not seeing Mitchell’s face more. I just had to stay put in the hospital, while Mitchell was running himself ragged between home, the hospital, and the filming set.

There were many days when he slept on the hospital room sofa and left for the set at dawn, and nights when he came here right after late filming and collapsed into sleep.

It was largely due to the intense schedule as filming reached its midpoint. Even Mitchell, with his good stamina, was visibly struggling.

He couldn’t rest comfortably at home and had to take short naps on the uncomfortable sofa at the hospital, so he couldn’t possibly be in good condition.

Though I didn’t want to, I did tell Mitchell to go home and sleep comfortably. Of course, I was completely ignored.

Surprisingly, during my hospitalization, Mitchell didn’t touch me. Me giving him one blowjob and him giving me one? That was all.

It might not seem like it, but Mitchell was a person who functioned normally in society. Of course, in private spaces like home, he would unleash his hidden perversions, taking off his clothes and mine, constantly putting things in and sucking… Anyway, he was enthusiastic about everything, but he pretended to be sane in public.

I felt terrible for Mitchell.

Who was Mitchell?

Wasn’t he the most beautiful person when approaching naked…

I must have been influenced a lot by Mitchell.

Anyway, our uncomfortable hospital life ends today.

One unfortunate thing is that Mitchell got a driver in the meantime. Actually, it was quite strange for an actor of Mitchell’s caliber to go around without a driver.

“Ahem.”

I sat quietly in Mitchell’s car, filled with silence, watching the passing scenery. I tried to break the ice with a fake cough, but the fierce look in Jack’s eyes in the rearview mirror made me shut my mouth.

Jack wasn’t the only one in the car. There was also a large man, suitable for a wrestler or sumo fighter, sitting in the passenger seat.

Isn’t that enough with just those two?

Another car was following behind us. It had four of Mitchell’s bodyguards in it. So, while I was stuck in the hospital, six people had attached themselves to Mitchell’s side.

This is why I shouldn’t have left his side!

I swallowed my regret and looked out the window. Unaware of my frustration, Mitchell was sleeping, buried in the seat. He had been filming all night yesterday, they said.

I’m starting to feel sorry again.

That’s why I couldn’t complain about the sudden increase in staff. I couldn’t say, “Get rid of those people, I’ll do all the driving and be your subordinate, your slave from now on.”

I suddenly thought that the reason Mitchell’s staff hadn’t been accompanying him and moved separately might have been because of me.

I thought he was just going to and from the set simply because he disliked moving in a crowd, but that’s not possible.

Mitchell is a person with a deficiency who hates being alone terribly.

So the conclusion really is that it was because of me. To be alone with me.

It was an extremely arrogant yet plausible guess.

I lowered my head and glared at my casted leg. I sighed, resenting the still-uncaught culprit.

I need to get home quickly and do all the things Mitchell likes. I barely resisted the urge to stroke his hair, and the car sped towards home.

***

“You’re going to filming now?”

Sitting at the dining table, eating cereal with milk, I put down my spoon with a clatter. I had heard that today was supposed to be a day off thanks to last night’s all-night filming, but now he’s saying he has to go out for filming?

“You don’t have filming today.”

Mitchell’s eyes widened slightly. He seemed unaware that I knew his schedule.

“Who says?”

“Jack. He told me when you were sleeping in the car earlier.”

“Ah.”

“Be honest. You don’t have filming now, right?”

“…You caught me.”

“Hey!”

I was genuinely angry. A lie between us! It’s as unbelievable as the world turning upside down or the sea flowing backwards.

Yet he just laughed, not realizing how serious this situation was. I felt like smashing my casted foot into this person’s head.

“Where are you trying to go without me!”

“Ah, well…”

“Don’t lie and tell me straight!”

As I fumed, unable to contain my anger, Mitchell turned the chair I was sitting on to face him. Then he knelt on one knee and came between my legs.

“I was going to go quietly because you didn’t really need to know.”

“Where are you going?”

Mitchell didn’t answer right away, just touching my thighs. When I shook my legs impatiently, he finally confessed.

“…To meet Jeff.”

“What? Jeff?”

I had completely forgotten. I had forgotten all about Jeff, Mitchell’s long-time partner, such an important person.

“Why are you meeting him alone? We were supposed to go together.”

“That doesn’t seem possible due to circumstances.”

I was about to ask what circumstances, but Mitchell spoke first.

“You don’t need to worry. Jeff thinks I’m still head over heels for my girlfriend. I’ll just receive the card, say a final goodbye, and come back.”

“Take me with you.”

Mitchell laughed out loud.

“No.”

He rejected my request outright with a gentle face. A solid wall stood behind that smile. As soon as I saw that face, I realized I could never persuade him.

“Then… promise me one thing.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t let Jeff touch you. Even if he tries to seduce you for one last service, absolutely don’t do it.”

Mitchell’s shoulders shook. He buried his face between my legs and laughed for a while. He wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I won’t fall for Jeff’s seduction, but I’ll fall for yours. And you’re seducing me right now, aren’t you?”

“What did I do? I didn’t do anything.”

“There’s enough time left, so it’s plenty if I eat now and then go.”

Mitchell completely ignored my words and just checked his wristwatch to gauge the time.

“No, when did I… Hey!”

Mitchell lowered his face and put it between my thighs again. My lower part was quicker to react than me. As if anticipating the situation, it was already hard.

I struggled and knocked over the bowl, spilling cereal all over the table. Regardless, Mitchell kept ravaging me endlessly.

Maybe because it had been a while since I was hospitalized, it ended in an instant.

Why do I always finish so quickly?

“Haa… Haa…”

I was the one who reached climax, but he looked more relieved than me. Mitchell briefly kissed the back of my hand and quietly looked up at me. His gaze made my heart race even more.

It felt like I wouldn’t be able to feel this way without Mitchell anymore.

***

“It’s been a while, Mitchell.”

Jeff greeted Mitchell as he walked slowly towards him. Jeff, who had already taken a seat in a corner of the restaurant, looked much brighter than before.

He had inherited a hotel in New York from his father and became the owner of a 5-star hotel. Although he was busy with his expanded network and being called here and there, coming to LA to meet Mitchell wasn’t too difficult.

“So you finally accepted it, I see.”

Mitchell immediately noticed the changes in Jeff’s status. All the luxury clothes and watch he wore were unfamiliar. The change in spending habits meant the unit of money he earned had changed.

“Of course. The best Saint Hotel in New York is now mine, Jeff Wood’s!”

Jeff, showing off, handed Mitchell a card he had placed on the table.

“Maybe I should be giving you an allowance now?”

He crossed his legs, rested his arm on the chair, and leaned back comfortably. Jeff lifted his chin and looked down at Mitchell with a triumphant face.

“Is that so?”

Mitchell didn’t show much emotion to Jeff’s behavior. He just observed how the person in front of him had changed.

Jeff was rude to the restaurant staff who came to take orders, boasted about how much his wealth had increased, and casually mentioned throwing parties at the hotel. He was exactly as Mitchell remembered him.

“By the way, are you still playing the boyfriend game well?”

Jeff asked, chewing his steak ravenously.

“I’m doing well.”

“You being a boyfriend doesn’t suit you somehow. You’re not originally that kind of person.”

“People can change, you know.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

Jeff snorted and said suggestively,

“You can use my hotel as you like.”

“I’m not sure if I’ll have any reason to go to New York.”

“…Or should I give you some shares?”

“……”

“Why are you looking at me like that? Are you that surprised that someone who would sell their own flesh and blood for money is spending money on you?”

“No. I’m not surprised. I just thought you haven’t changed at all. That’s all.”

“I haven’t changed?”

“Yeah. And I’m glad. Really glad.”

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jeff stabbed his meat violently with his fork.

“So who is it? This person you say is your lover.”

“Even if I tell you, you wouldn’t know.”

“Is it who I think it is?”

“Who do you think it is?”

At Mitchell’s question, Jeff emptied his wine glass. He leaned forward and pointed to someone.

At that, the corners of Mitchell’s mouth rose up as if pleased.