Obsession Part 2

"Stop lying. It's not a good trait for someone as young as you," George sighed. He couldn't believe that she would stoop so low as to lie right in front of him. 

"But..." she tried to explain, but her words were cut off by his interruption.

"Don't... Just stop before I get angry," George shook his head, feeling a pang of disappointment.

He had always seen potential in her, but this behavior was disheartening. Despite his frustration, he knew he had to address the issue calmly. 

Berating a young student like her would leave a bad taste in his mouth. In his mind, she was simply blinded by her infatuation, a result of her youth and inexperience. 

"Listen, honesty is important," he began, his tone gentle yet firm. "Lying like this will backfire in the future." 

Annabelle avoided his gaze, her expression shifting from defiance to uncertainty. George could sense her inner struggle. 

"I understand it might be tempting to bend the truth sometimes, but it only leads to more problems," he continued, hoping to get through to her. "I believe you're capable of better than this." 

As George spoke, he saw a flicker of remorse in her eyes. It was a small victory, but he knew there was still work to be done. 

"I'll go to my office now," he said, creating an exit strategy from the awkward situation. It was better for her to have some time alone to calm her emotions.

Being called out for lying was embarrassing for a young girl like her. She must have been thinking that she had just tarnished her own image in the eyes of someone she cared about. 

He turned around and walked towards his desk, choosing to act as though the conversation had never happened in the first place. 

However — 

'Why?… Why can't you just love me?' Anabelle bit her lip in frustration, her eyes turning red as her blood boiled inside her. 

If George were to turn around right now, he would witness the face of a beautiful demoness consumed by love.

'You trust that bitch too much? Fine, I'll destroy her image for you,' she added as she walked away.

***

A few days later.

Inside a Mall.

Amanda, George's wife, was happily shopping in the supermarket to cook her husband his favorite dish. 

She appreciated him and knew that he was a loyal and faithful person deserving of her affection and trust. 

The same could be said for Amanda; she was also quite a catch.

In fact, back in college, multiple men tried to woo her, but she felt that everyone just wanted her body, except for George. 

They had been friends for a long time, and never did he talk to her because of ulterior motives. In the end, she fell in love with him first. 

'What drink would he like to go along with it?' she touched her lips as she contemplated. Her husband normally loved to drink beer, but there were three brands he liked. 

Ultimately, she decided to buy all three brands, just to be sure. 

"Miss Amanda?" A sweet voice called out to her, and she turned around to see a beautiful young woman with blond hair and blue eyes. 

"Annabelle," Amanda greeted with a smile. She knew this girl because she had met her once when she visited George's office. 

At first, she was cautious and a bit threatened by Annabelle.

She was beautiful to the point that even Amanda doubted her husband could resist someone so pretty and charming. But her trust in George outweighed everything, and she chose to believe that he would never betray her. 

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Annabelle said, her tone gentle.

"Oh, not at all," Amanda replied, glancing at her shopping cart filled with various items. "Just picking up a few things for dinner."

Annabelle nodded, her gaze lingering on Amanda for a moment longer than necessary. "You know, the professor speaks a lot about you. He often mentions how lucky he is to have such a wonderful wife."

Amanda's heart fluttered at the compliment, momentarily easing her doubts. "Thank you, that's very kind of you to say."

The two women exchanged pleasantries for a few more minutes before parting ways. 

"Is that her?" A tall, muscular man with styled hair and a cocky grin walked up to Annabelle. His designer clothes clung to his toned physique, and his smirk oozed with arrogance. 

"Yeah, that's her," Annabelle replied with a nonchalant expression. 

"So all I have to do is talk to her? Make it seem like we have something going on, and you'll pay me?" The man asked, seeking clarification.

"If you can do more, then that would be better," Annabelle responded.

"Seducing a married woman is my forte, don't worry. Consider this job done," the handsome man replied with confidence. 

"Looks like I'll get paid and get some action at the same time," he added with a smirk as he walked towards Amanda. 

Alone in the corner, Annabelle couldn't help but feel excited.

"You will be mine, Professor George, no matter what," she muttered to herself .