The Object of His Obsession (The Alexanders Book 4)

The Object of His Obsession

(The Alexanders, Book 4)

By Tina Martin

Copyright 2014 @ Tina Martin

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This is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, places, businesses and products are used fictitiously.
Any similarity to actual events is entirely coincidental.

Also by Tina Martin:

Accidental Deception, The Accidental Series,
Book 1

Accidental Heartbreak, The Accidental
Series, Book 2

Accidental Lovers, The Accidental Series,
Book 3

What Donovan Wants, The Accidental Series,
Book 4

The Millionaire’s Arranged Marriage (The
Alexanders, Book 1)

Watch Me Take Your Girl (The Alexanders,
Book 2)

Her Premarital Ex (The Alexanders, Book
3)

His Paradise Wife (The Champion
Brothers)

Secrets On Lake Drive

Can’t Just Be His Friend

All Falls Down

Just Like New to the Next Man

Vacation Interrupted

The Crush

Read book descriptions,
excerpts and more at
www.tinamartin.net
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The Object of His Obsession

The Alexander
Family

Colin Alexander & Padma Alexander

Children:

-Heshan Alexander

-Prasad Alexander

-Dilvan Alexander

John Alexander & Rena Alexander

Children:

-Tyson Alexander

-Tamera Alexander

John and Colin Alexander are brothers.

Henry Robinson

Children:

-Gabrielle Robinson-Alexander (Tyson’s
wife)

-Carmen Robinson

-Destiny Robinson

Others
:

Lalita Alexander (Prasad’s wife)

Beatrice – Dilvan’s housekeeper

Patrick Goodwin – Manager at Tyson’s Atlanta
restaurant

Charity Eason – Volunteer waitress

Chapter 1

“
I
really
think something is wrong with
me,” Dilvan admitted, sitting on a white, leather couch with his
fingers interlocked, talking openly with his therapist who was
sitting in a recliner across from him. This was his second session
with Dr. Alexa Nash, and surprisingly, no one had to
beg
him to go and get
help. Actually, no one knew he was seeing a psychiatrist. Not his
mother, father or brothers. Beatrice, his housekeeper, didn’t even
know. He made the decision on his own accord to seek help from a
professional, especially after he realized that his fixation with
his ex-girlfriend, Gabrielle, wasn’t going away. He thought
spending time with her in Chicago would give him the clean slate he
needed to start over. All it did was fill him with regrets. Who
knew Dilvan Alexander had a conscience under all that thick, wavy
hair?

He found Dr. Nash via an internet search and
made an initial appointment to meet her a week ago. Today, they
would be getting down to business – to the inner workings of his
mind. He felt comfortable telling a complete stranger things he
dared not tell anyone else. He couldn’t trust this information with
anyone else, not even with his father. Why say anything to his
family when they wouldn’t understand?

“
Why do you think something
is wrong, Dilvan? Wait, you
did
say it was okay to call you by your first name,
correct?”

“
Yes, that’s
fine.”

“
Alright. Explain what you
mean by stating that something is wrong with you.”

Dilvan sighed. “I...um...I...” The motion of
her crossing her legs and pulling the handle back to extend the
footrest of the recliner took him aback. Usually, it was the
patient who was invited to get comfortable in such tense,
high-stress situations, right? Lay on the couch and take a load
off. Not the doctor. “Um...jeez. I don’t know where to begin.”

“
Just take your time,
Dilvan,” she said, sliding her blonde hair behind her ears and
adjusting the gold-rimmed, sleek glasses on her face. She gripped a
pen like it provided her with some sort of stress relief and
secured the clipboard on her lap. “We’re in no hurry here. Just
take your time, and let whatever it is you need to get off of your
chest flow out in words.”

Dilvan frowned slightly. When the doctor
said the word ‘flow’, she did a weird motion with her hands. He
hadn’t remembered her being so animated during his initial
assessment.

She continued, “That’s the only way healing
and a new beginning will come your way, okay? We have to
communicate...openly and honestly.”

“
Okay,” he said, strumming
his hands through his hair that hadn’t been cut in weeks, but it
did nothing to take away from his appearance.

“
And remember, I’m here to
help, not condemn,” Dr. Nash said, smiling wide.

That was when Dilvan noticed the doctor had
on bright red lipstick that matched the bottom of her shoes as her
legs remained crossed at the ankles on the footrest of the
recliner.

“
I appreciate that,” was
his response because he’d been condemned enough by his family.
Things were somewhat back on track with his mother, his brothers
were starting to come around and even Tyson would speak every now
and then. Still, he felt like he was on the outside looking in at
times. He was the joke of the family, the black sheep, and instead
of uplifting him, everyone was waiting for him to make the next
dumb mistake. No one knew he’d already made it, only it wasn’t a
mistake. It was deliberate – deliberate when he slipped drugs in
Gabrielle’s wine. Deliberate when he took her room key from her
purse.

“
Okay, so whenever you’re
ready,” Dr. Nash said, then flashed a smile – one of those fakes
ones that people who you know dislike you would give
you.

“
Alright. I’ll just start
it off like this. Eight months ago, I saw her—”

“
Wait...by
her
, you’re referring to
your ex?”

Who else would I be
referring to?
“Yes. Gabrielle.”

“
Okay. I just wanted to
make sure we were on the same page. Continue.”

“
I saw her, Gabrielle, in
Chicago. I went there to do a photo shoot. Wait, let me
rewind...the only reason I took the job is because I knew Gabrielle
would be there.”

“
And why was she
there?”

“
She attended a seminar
with my mother.”

“
So Gabrielle is still
friends with your mother?”

Dilvan nodded. “Yes. She
loves my mother, and my mother loves her like a daughter. They have
a great relationship. In fact, her relationship with my mother is
better than
my
relationship with my mother. Anyway, uh...we all met up for
breakfast...lunch...I don’t remember, and—”

“
Who met up for lunch?
Yourself, your mother and Gabrielle? Is that correct?”

“
And my sister-in-law,
Lalita, was there, too, and actually, we didn’t meet up per se.
They met. I just sort of invited myself.”

“
Because you wanted to see
Gabrielle.”

“
Very much so.”

Dr. Nash scribbled a note then said, “Okay.
Continue.”

“
So my mother was going on
and on about something...I don’t remember what she was talking
about, partially due to the fact that I was staring at Gabrielle.
She was looking especially beautiful. Even her hair, the way it
fell around her face made her absolutely stunning.”

“
Do you think you’re in
love with Gabrielle, or are you just obsessed with her?”

“
Both.”

Dr. Nash narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re
in love and obsessed?”

He smirked. “Yes, and the sad part is, my
mother hand-picked Gabrielle for me. See, our culture is one that
believes in arranged marriages, so my mother chose Gabrielle for
me.”

“
Tell me about that. How
did that work? Did you actually marry Gabrielle? Did she move in
with you?”

“
Yes and yes. I met her the
same day we got married. Then I found out we weren’t officially
married because some paperwork hadn’t been filed, but that’s a
whole other story.”

“
So you and Gabrielle lived
together?”

“
Yes, for about eight or
nine months. I gave her a bedroom in my home.”

“
So you didn’t share a
bed?”

“
No. I didn’t want anything
to do with Gabrielle when we were living together. I didn’t want
her there. I wanted her to leave.” Tears fell from his
eyes.

Dr. Nash slid a box of Kleenex across the
coffee table to him. Had she ever seen a man so emotional? “And now
Gabrielle and Tyson are married,” Dr. Nash asked.

Dilvan frowned. “Yeah. They’re married,” he
said bitterly.

Dr. Nash noticed the anger in his eyes when
he had to admit that.

“So continue on about what
happened in Chicago?”

Dilvan rubbed his hands
over his face, got his words together, then said, “The first night
I saw Gabrielle by the pool we talked for a few minutes, then went
our separate ways. The second night,” he said with tears in his
eyes, tears that had yet to fall. “Uh...the second night we had
small talk over wine. I thought everything was going well and I
wish I hadn’t did what I did but—”

“What did you do?” she
asked, shaking the pen between her index and middle
fingers.

“I slipped something in her
drink to make her pass out. She had no idea I’d drugged her. She
still doesn’t know, even to this day. Anyway...uh, before she could
completely pass out, I scooped her up in my arms and took the
elevator to her floor. I removed her room key from her purse,
unlocked the door and laid her on the bed, but I didn’t want to
leave.

Dilvan shook his head,
clearly in distress. Even his face was a flushed, reddish color. “I
didn’t mean to hurt her. I just simply wanted to be close to
her.”

“Wait...so she was passed
out?”

“Yes. I tried to apologize
to her. I tried to talk to her the day before. Tried to tell her to
give me another chance.”

“
Wait...let me stop you again for a moment. Can you see why she
wouldn’t give you another chance?” Dr. Nash quietly shook her head
and a thought came to her mind – maybe Dilvan should be seeing a
psychologist instead of a psychiatrist. He told the truth when he
said something was wrong with him, especially if he was going to
rationalize drugging a woman because she wouldn’t accept his
apologies and unwanted advances. Spoken like a true
stalker...

She continued, “You can’t
rush her to forgive you, nor can you make her forget what you did
to her.”

“I know that. And I’m not
happy about what I did by any means, and if you feel so obliged to
turn me in to the authorities, I’m willing to accept whatever
punishment that’s coming my way. I just need to talk about this.
I’ve been holding this in for too long and I need to get it off of
my chest—”

Dr. Nash slid her glasses
from her face and said, “Dilvan, first off, you can talk to me
openly and honestly about any and everything you want. I am under
no obligation to turn you into the authorities. However if you
would like, you’re free to turn in yourself. Please understand...I
am here to help you. My questions may be forthcoming and my
assessment may be brutally honest, but overall, my job is to assist
you as much as I possibly can, and if you can’t talk openly, I
can’t do that, now can I?”

Dilvan shook his
head.

“Okay, now let’s get back
to the subject.” Dr. Nash slid her glasses on again. “Tell me
exactly what you did to Gabrielle in Chicago.”

“Ah...I took her to her
room. I kissed her. Played with her hair.”