Obsessed
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Chapter 7
Obsessed
(Axel’s POV)
There were a lot of things I should’ve been focused on during soccer practice: ball control, the match we had coming up, the injury that had just healed. But none of that mattered at the moment. My mind kept drifting, again and again, to her.
Maya Sinclair.
Just her name had the power to flip something in my chest. It had only been two days since I last saw her, and I was already unraveling. I kept replaying everything—her calm voice, the way she furrowed her brows in concentration while wrapping my leg, the slight smile when she explained I had recovered to the best of her abilities. She was mesmerizing. So dedicated to her work.
I couldn’t help but look up Maya and her achievements were amazing. She had accomplished so much in her field. She was meant for me. And her dedication and beauty just made me want to work harder and be the best for her. For when she would give in and be mine.
Damn, I wanted her badly.
“Axel!” Chase’s voice yanked me out of my thoughts. He was waving his arms in front of me like a lunatic. “You gonna join us or just stand there making heart eyes at the sky?”
“Huh?” I blinked, dragging myself back to reality. My teammates were already lined up for the next drill. Coach was giving me his signature death glare.
“Get your head outta your ass, Hendrikson!” he barked.
“Sorry, Coach,” I muttered and jogged into position.
I went through the motions of the drills, but my heart wasn’t in it. Every movement felt mechanical, like my body was here but the rest of me was stuck in that exam room, wishing I could go back and freeze time the moment she touched me.
When Coach finally blew the whistle for a break, I dropped onto the bench, wiping sweat off my forehead with my shirt.
Declan flopped down beside me, tossing me a water bottle. “You good, man? You’ve been off all morning.”
Porter and Cameron came over, clearly interested in the show. “Let me guess,” Porter smirked. “Still thinking about her?”
I didn’t respond right away.
“Jesus,” Chase muttered as he sat on the cooler. “You’re seriously hung up on this chick, huh?”
“She’s not just a chick,” I said finally. “She’s… different.”
Cameron raised a brow. “Alright, lover boy. Who is she?”
I hesitated. Part of me wanted to keep her name to myself, like it was something sacred. But another part was the need to share the news. Needed someone else to know how serious I was.
“She’s my doctor,” I said quietly.
Porter did a double take. “Wait, what?”
Declan choked on his water. “You’re obsessed with your doctor?”
I gave a half-shrug. “She’s not just a doctor. She’s Maya.”
“Maya who?” Chase asked, clearly enjoying this.
“Dr. Maya Sinclair.”
That name had an effect. Cameron whistled. “The Maya Sinclair? Sports med doc at the private hospital downtown?”
“Yeah.”
“Dude. "She’s… older,” Porter said, like he was afraid to insult me.
“She’s thirty-three,” I said, without missing a beat.
Declan gaped. “You seriously looked up her age?”
“I needed to know,” I said, unapologetically.
Cameron raised his hands. “No judgment, man. She’s hot. But she’s also your doctor.”
“Was,” I corrected. “I’m not technically a patient anymore.”
Porter leaned forward. “You do realize how crazy this sounds, right?”
“I don’t care. She’s smart. Gorgeous. And the way she talks to me… I don’t know. It’s different.”
“Different how?” Chase asked.
“She remembered my name. Laughed at something I said. And when she was wrapping my leg, she was so focused. So gentle. No one’s ever looked at me like that. "I could give you all those reasons, but none of that would have mattered, even if they were true.” I paused. The moment I saw Maya, I fell in love with her. It’s a cliché, but it was love at first sight. Everything that’s happened since has just made me love her even more. It may be one-sided for now, but I know it won't be long until Maya Sinclair falls in love with me as well.”
Porter groaned. “You’re done for man.”
“I made another follow-up appointment,” I admitted.
“You’re not even injured!” Declan pointed out.
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll think of something to complain about.”
“You’re so far gone, man,” Cameron laughed and slapped by back.
I smiled. “You’d get it if you met her.”
They exchanged looks. No more teasing this time. Just concern. But I didn’t need their concern. I needed time.
Time with her.
- - - - - - - - - -
After practice, I took forever in the locker room. My mind kept drifting. I needed to push Maya into falling for me, otherwise I would end up losing my mind.
“Axel!” a voice called behind me.
I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.
Riley Olsen.
Of all the people I didn’t want to see, she topped the list. She stormed toward me like she owned the ground she walked on, all hips and attitude.
“Hey, stranger,” she purred. “Did you forget where I live?”
I kept walking. “Nope. Just not interested in visiting.”
“Come on, don’t be like that.” She caught up to me, brushing her hand along my arm. “Come home with me. Like old times.”
I stopped and turned to her.
“That was never real, Riley.”
Her smile faltered. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean I never wanted you. I just wanted distraction.”
She crossed her arms. “So what now? You’re too good for me?”
“No,” I said calmly. “I’ve just finally found someone who makes you irrelevant.”
That hit hard.
Her eyes narrowed. “Who?”
“No one you know or need to know about.”
“Whoever she is, doesn’t deserve to be with the heir of the Hendrikson! You need someone with power behind her, you need me! She’ll never be good enough. ”
“She’s everything you’re not,” I snapped. “Kind. Classy. Real.”
Riley’s face twisted with fury. “You’ll regret this. When she dumps you, because she will, you’ll come crawling right back to me.”
“Keep dreaming,” I said and walked past her.
She screamed something at my back, but I didn’t care.
Because she wasn’t Maya.
No one was.
- - - - - - - - - -
That night, I couldn’t sleep. I stared at the ceiling, tossing a stress ball in my hand. I thought about her smile. About the way her voice dipped lower when she spoke gently. I wondered what she looked like when she wasn’t in her lab coat. What kind of pajamas she wore. Whether she slept in silence or with white noise.
I was in deep.
And I didn’t care.
I opened my phone and pulled up her business card. Just seeing her name calmed something inside me.
Only 36 hours to go.
And when I walked into that exam room next time, I’d make her remember me.
Not as a patient.
But as a man she couldn’t stop thinking about.
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