Page 10 of Dark Torment

JONATHAN

She slept in today,and I’m glad about it.

I’m glad her friend was able to talk her into taking the day off, and that she actually had a decent night’s rest.

While she slept, I looked into her entire family, starting with her father.

He’s a piece of work, and unfortunately for me, I’ve had the displeasure of seeing him in court on more than one occasion. He likes to scam rich and important people, stealing their money and tricking them into making unwise investments.

We haven’t been able to gather any solid proof of embezzlement, so nothing ever went to trial, but I know he’s a slimy son of a bitch.

It’s hard for me to fathom that my sweet and beautiful girl came from such a disgusting prick such as him, but from what I can tell, they have no relationship to speak of.

I’m going to have to tread lightly when merging into Olivia’s world, because Philip will recognize me, even though I’ve only been part of the office meetings. I’ve never actually been one of the lawyers to try and take him to court, but I know how he operates.

I know he digs deep for dirt on anyone that tries to go against him, so that he can feel like he’s in control. That’s just something I can’t have him doing with me.

I watch Olivia as she steps out of the shower, the towel already wrapped around her, and groan as my dick bobs to life in my pants. She’s saying something to herself in the mirror, and I’m beginning to wish I had put audio everywhere instead of skipping out on the bathroom and hallways.

I know she has her right to privacy, but I hate the idea of her possibly talking down to herself right now. Actually, it’s probably best I don’t hear it if that’s the case because I need to keep a level head.

I’m parked a couple blocks away as I watch the camera feed on my laptop, keeping an eye on her as I call the office.

“Sandra here, how can I help you?” my assistant asks on the other line.

“Sandra, it’s me,” I state, biting my lip to stop a groan as I watch her brush her hair in the bathroom mirror, the towel swaying back and forth with her movements.

“Mr. Carmichael, how can I help you today?” she asks, knowing it’s common for me to not actually go to the office unless I have a meeting.

Most of us prefer to work at home unless we’re on an active case, which I happen to be between at the moment.

“Can you transfer me to Mr. Richards, please?” I request, losing my breath when I see Olivia moving into the bedroom and dropping the towel to the floor.

Dear God, I could write poetry about the sensual curve of her hips and breasts. How soft her tummy looks as she bends to pick out a pair of leggings from her drawer. Not to mention that perfectly round ass bending over right now that’s well cushioned for spanking and fucking.

My cock is officially harder than it’s ever been seeing her in all her naked glory for the first time.

I should be ashamed of myself for looking at her without her permission, but I can’t find it in me to care. She’s too fucking perfect for my own sanity and wellbeing, and she will be mine.

I can’t wait for the moment I get to claim her as mine. For the moment she begs me to take her virginity and never let her go.

“Jonathan,” my boss snaps down the line, drawing my attention back to the conversation at hand.

Clearing my throat, I palm my dick and mentally will it to settle down before answering him. “Mr. Richards, I’m glad I caught you,” I tell him honestly. Sometimes the bastard is impossible to get a hold of.

“What is it you need, Jonathan? I’m due in court in fifteen minutes.”

I nod, understanding how busy he is. “I need to take a Leave of Absence,” I explain, and he scoffs down the line.

“You can’t be serious,” he says like it’s some kind of joke, and it actually pisses me off.

“I’m very serious, sir. The doctor should have faxed the papers over to you already. This is just a courtesy call so you could hear it from me.”

My psychologist has been telling me for years that I needed to take a break for my mental health, but I’ve ignored him because I haven’t felt the need to do so before now.

Killing completes me, draining away all my anxieties and frustrations, giving me new life. Why take time off of work when I can do everything I desire and still thrive?

“A mental health leave?” he asks, disdain clear in his tone. I choose to ignore it.

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