Page 35 of Dark Torment

Woof.She licks my face in excitement until I’m laughing before nausea rolls through me.

“Sadie, I think I need a bucket,” I groan.

Why do I feel sick in my dream? Is the punishment really that severe?

“There’s a can beside the bed just in case,” I hear a familiar voice.

Sadie jumps down off the bed and trots to the doorway where the voice came from.

When I look over, the man belonging to the voice looks laid back, and sexy as ever, in jeans and a t-shirt.

“What?” I ask him, staring openly at his fine body. I would totally climb him like a tree if he let me. And you know, if I even knew how.

I should really get a move on with the whole losing my virginity thing. I’m going crazy and dreaming about a customer that I’ve only met a few times.

He smirks at me before nodding his head to the floor beside me. “Can. In case you need to throw up.”

Right. Because being hungover sucks. “Weirdest dream ever,” I whisper, shaking my head before the nausea rolls over me again.

Reaching for the can, I unceremoniously empty the contents of my stomach into it the second it reaches me. The pounding in my skull intensifies to the point I want to cry.

“Never drinking again,” I cry as I pull my face away from the trash can.

“Probably a wise decision,” Jonathan states, and I groan.

“Dream you is being a dick,” I mutter. “I thought you’d be super nice.”

He chuckles and Sadie barks. “I’m nice to you,” he states.

“Right.” I place the can back on the floor, scrunching up my nose at the fact I even tossed my cookies.

Woof. Woof. Sadie barks, and I look at her.

Her tail is wagging like crazy as she stares up at her new owner, and it warms my heart. I know this isn’t real, but I also know Sadie was allowed to go home with him almost immediately after filling out the forms.

It makes my heart happy to think about her being so lively and vivacious. I hope she’s living a happy life with Jonathan, even if I am slightly jealous that I didn’t get to keep her for myself.

“Yes, girl, I know.” He bends down to pat her, and she wiggles her butt playfully. “Why don’t you go lay down with our girl for a bit?” he says, pointing to me, and Sadie runs over and jumps back on the bed.

“I love this,” I sigh and pet her as I lay back down.

“Drink some water before you go back to sleep, Olivia. You need to rehydrate,” Jonathan tells me in a serious tone.

“Sir, yes, sir.” I pretend to salute him as I close my eyes.

“Sassy,” he mutters before walking over to me. Opening a water bottle, he holds it out to me.

I eye it and him, but sigh and take it from him before taking a few sips and handing it back as the dream starts to fade.

“Thank you,” I whisper, pulling the covers back over me as Sadie curls up beside me.

“Don’t thank me, sunflower. Just sleep.”

Sunflower? That’s an odd thing to call me.

“Such a weird dream.”

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