Page 53 of Tease Me (Dark Odyssey 1)

Chapter Thirteen

Nick

Obsession…

I’ve heard about it many times and maybe in my life I can admit to being obsessed at one point or another.

Never really over a woman though.

It was more for power.

I admit obsession over power and success. Wanting more and more and never really being satisfied with what I have.

It’s not healthy. It can’t be because you just keep going. Wanting more.

That is how I feel for the angel.

I’m sitting on the window bay of my penthouse suite. My brothers and I each have a room here. I call mine The Hideaway for the simple reason that it’s tucked away from everyone and everything.

I’m in my boxers smoking a cigar, watching and obsessing over the woman I’ve only known for less than a week.

I can’t get enough of her. I want more of her, and every time I have her is just one more time and I can’t wait for the next time.

That’s what it’s been like all night.

All damn night.

I had the angel six times and still want more.

I haven’t had her yet in all the ways I want to. I haven’t and I almost find myself aching to do it because as I watch her sleep she still looks like an angel to me. The ethereal beauty and cleanliness is still there.

I dirtied her up every time I fucked her and had her screaming for more but she still looks clean.

More delicate and vulnerable in her sleep.

Sleep took her away from me.

I learned long ago that I don’t need much sleep.

It’s all the thinking I do. Takes up too much time.

I can survive easily on some sleepless nights. I try to catch about six hours every other day. It makes good for times when I have a mountain-load of work to do at the office. Like tomorrow. Or, rather, today.

It’s four a.m. so it’s now today.

I’m supposed to meet my brothers at the office to check out Tommy’s computer. It’s supposed to be another day of searching for answers and clues on Tommy.

I’m supposed to be doing that and … in the back of my mind I’m listening out for that phone call from the hospital letting me know he’s gone.

I’m listening out and the fear keeps building.

Mia helps me to forget the fear and the helplessness.

She helps me to forget that no matter what I do, I have no control over this situation. It will take whatever outcome it’s meant to take.

I miss Tommy. I truly do and I know he’d think I’ve lost my mind with this woman.

If he was okay I’d either be on the phone to him now or he’d be here. Marriage and the family life didn’t stop him from being here for me when I needed him. Knowing that, I limited my time with him so he wouldn’t have to feel like he needed to choose.

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