I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 11

“Ah, my head.”

The hangover had settled throughout my body. My head was throbbing, and my body ached as if I’d been beaten.

If I had drunk slowly, it wouldn’t have been this bad, but I had gulped down too much in a short time. I pressed my forehead hard and barely managed to open my eyes.

“Whoa, shit!”

I suddenly discovered Mitchell standing in front of me. I was so startled that the hangover instantly vanished. Embarrassed by my undignified shock, I yelled out.

“What the hell? You scared me!”

With no warning, he was standing right in front of me. I wanted to demand how long he’d been watching me, but calming my startled heart was the priority.

“If you’re awake, you should’ve woken me up.”

I grumbled as I got up. My face was disheveled, and the smell of alcohol still lingered on my breath. Above all, my bare legs caught my eye first.

I can’t stand feeling stuffy, so I usually sleep in just my underwear. I don’t remember, but I must have taken off my pants out of habit. Thankfully, my T-shirt was still on, probably because it got cold in the early morning.

I wanted to find my pants that had fallen under the sofa, but Mitchell was standing in between. Although I could easily reach them if I stretched a bit, I hesitated because it would mean putting my face near Mitchell’s legs.

But getting up to pick up the clothes seemed too bothersome and I lacked the energy.

Well, what’s the big deal between guys?

…Between guys?

It wouldn’t have mattered with someone else, but the person standing in front of me is none other than Mitchell. Mitchell, who enjoys sleeping with men. Mr. Mitchell, who likes men.

I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth.

“Sorry, but could you hand me those pants behind you?”

Mitchell’s gaze turned to my pants on the floor. As he slightly turned his body, I naturally thought he was going to pick up my pants.

That is, until he suddenly kicked my pants away. The pants flew far and hit a wall before falling down. He kicked them so hard that I could almost hear the sound of a net rustling, as if we were on a soccer field.

This bastard, really!

“Mitchell! What are you doing?”

“I’m in a really bad mood this morning.”

An irrelevant statement completely unrelated to the flying pants came out. Mitchell manipulated his phone a few times and then showed it to me.

A familiar face appeared on the screen.

It’s me.

Me, stark naked, swearing not to blab about Mitchell’s secret!

“I accidentally saw this earlier. I usually need to release in the morning, but my thing is refusing. I guess it’s because I saw this.”

So he’s saying that seeing me made his excitement subside?

While it’s a great relief that I’m not on Mitchell’s list of men to collect, it wasn’t very pleasant to hear that seeing me put him in a bad mood.

A man that even a gay guy finds repulsive.

…But why?

In the past, I had quite a few male fans, no less than female fans. I don’t know if it was because I did intense action movies, but I thought I was popular across the board. Apparently not with Mitchell.

Am I not the type that’s popular with gay men?

Something feels disappointing… No, it should be a relief!

I shook my head, trying hard to clear my mind. After staring at my well-built naked body in the video for a moment, I belatedly pushed the phone down.

“Thanks. As I said before, I like women.”

“Is that so?”

Our gazes collided in mid-air, sparks flying. I was worried we might have to go for round two, but thankfully Mitchell quickly turned away. He went to the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine while glaring at me.

He didn’t tell me to leave the house, and just then, Mitchell’s phone vibrated.

“Yeah. Today’s fine. Hang up.”

He told the caller to hang up without even asking about the matter. Indeed, the phone left his ear almost 2 seconds after he answered.

Who could it be?

Was it the man who came to Mitchell’s house yesterday?

Was it his bedmate who was underneath Mitchell?

I’m dying of curiosity. The desire to find out everything about Mitchell and infiltrate his private life was brimming over.

To make him unable to live without me. To make him think only of me all day long.

This isn’t the “obsession” my older brother mentioned, and it’s certainly not “love”. Let’s just call it a slightly more delicate interest than others have.

Focusing solely on one target is my way of maintaining who I am. Otherwise, I’d crumble. The withered life I’ve led for a year since coming to America was proof of that.

“Who was that?”

Mitchell, this is my first question to get to know you.

“Who’s calling at this hour?”

I decided to put Mitchell into that void I’ve had for the past year.

“Did you hang up because of me?”

“……”

“I’m just curious. But you’re not telling me, which makes me even more curious.”

“There’s nothing to know.”

“Ah, right. But I have a personality that can’t stand not knowing things.”

“……”

“Who was it?”

“…Just a friend.”

“Ah, I see. Which friend? The person who came to your house yesterday? Or another celebrity?”

The fragrant smell of coffee filled the living room. Mitchell, who was about to bring the cup full of coffee to his face, suddenly stopped. Then he quietly stared at me.

I’m quite familiar with such reactions. It was the expression my older brother always showed.

People usually guard against and suspect excessive probing.

“I’m kidding. Why so serious? Seeing your annoyed face makes me feel better. I have a talent for irritating people.”

I got up with a chuckle. As if it was no big deal, I walked in my underwear to pick up my pants that had been kicked far away. The back of my head feels hot. The lower part where bare skin is exposed feels even hotter, but that’s probably just my imagination, right?

I quickly picked up and put on my pants.

“What’s your schedule today? When should I leave?”

“No schedule.”

“Really? I thought you were super busy, but I guess not?”

“I start filming a movie next week. I’ll be busy from then on.”

“Ah, from next week?”

“If you’re bored, you can stay at my house. When it’s empty for days, it doesn’t get managed well…”

Mitchell continued speaking without looking at me.

“You can use anything in the house freely. Just don’t break anything. I’ll take care of buying food and drinks, so live here. Your house is close, so it’s easy to come and go, right? I’ll pay you well.”

“What money?”

“Like a management fee.”

“Huh? Why would you give me money? No need. I have plenty of money too.”

He was asking me to manage the house while it’s empty due to filming.

But as I kept listening, he said a cleaning company comes twice a week to clean the house. It seems like I wouldn’t need to come even if he didn’t ask me. I wonder why he specifically chose me.

Of course, whether there was a reason or not, I had no intention of refusing. I couldn’t miss this golden opportunity to get infinitely closer to Mitchell. It was a moment to get right up close to his private life.

“Okay, sure. I’m just an unemployed person with nothing to do anyway.”

“Why aren’t you working?”

“…Well, I have some savings, so there’s no need…”

My expression naturally crumpled as I suddenly felt depressed. At that moment, our eyes met. I quickly fixed my expression, but Mitchell must have already seen it. I didn’t add any further comments.

Well, everyone has circumstances they can’t freely talk about.

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[…’Mitchell Cronenwirth’ and ‘Angela DeHaye’s’ romance came to an end after 6 months. Angela described Mitchell as a very excellent man, though with a picky personality… Meanwhile, Mitchell at the preview of his movie to be released next January…]

I’m in the middle of reading articles about Mitchell’s romantic relationships. His partners were usually female actresses, and there weren’t many of them, with none of the relationships lasting more than 2 years.

To briefly define his romances: short and clean.

First of all, he never dated secretly. He always openly announced to the public “I’m dating,” and when ending a relationship, he revealed his current status in detail, saying “We’ve remained friends.”

Most of his ex-lovers praised Mitchell. The short duration of the relationships wasn’t an issue. The fact that they thought positively of Mitchell even while breaking up suggests that his behavior during the relationship must have been good.

Clearly, Mitchell’s personality is fiery, cold, and unrestrained. He actively criticizes social issues, doesn’t tolerate unfair treatment, and is direct enough to engage in verbal disputes with other celebrities on broadcasts.

Ah, of course, Mitchell always verbally destroyed those he clashed with. A short video of him verbally thrashing the famous rapper P has over 50 million views. That’s about as many as the population of our country. Mitchell never tolerated situations he found unacceptable.

Anyway, ‘that’ Mitchell, who is eloquent and has star quality that brings various issues, surprisingly had a gentle image when it came to dating.

1st place – Mitchell Cronenwirth 69%

2nd place – Dan Smith 11%

3rd place – Jason Marlin 4%

4th place – Julio Kelly 2%

5th place – Others 14%

My eyes sparkled at an interesting research from a magazine. Not only did Mitchell take first place, but he also monopolized more than half of the percentage. When I was in Korea, I didn’t know he had such an image in America, which was newly interesting.

Mitchell was the perfect human image to have numerous fans in various aspects.

After exploring his dating area, I looked into Mitchell’s birthday, blood type, height and weight, foods he’s known to like, places he frequently visits, list of movies he’s filmed, close staff members he’s worked with, neighborhoods he lived in as a child, close acquaintances, and so on.

I gathered everything about Mitchell that could be found on the internet and put it into my head.