Like Dominic, Eric went to M.I.T and did a double honors degree. As in two degrees. One in computer science, the other in engineering.
His life seemed vanilla until I look a little deeper and find his criminal records. The guy had a habit of getting in trouble with the law, but he was smart as fuck because he also worked at Markov Tech. It doesn’t make sense he’d join the Order. He would have known what they were. Then again, so did I.
I’m curious about the whole thing because something doesn’t quite add up. It doesn’t make sense that Jude would have such power in a company that was linked to the Syndicate, and I’d be willing to bet it was he who got Eric involved with the Order.
As for me, I’m sure as hell he had something to do with that fucking nightmare night when Gabriella died. So, he would have been linked to the person who betrayed me.
Who was it though?
I left the office when night fell, deciding to call it a night only because I didn’t want to miss something important because I’m exhausted. Every time I do that though, I feel like I’m failing my son because it’s one day less that I don’t have him.
One day more that I failed to find him.
On the way home I found myself at Nordstrom’s in the women’s department with a personal shopper who got me a stash of clothes for Olivia.
The woman is paid to not ask questions; she knew that the moment she saw me walk through the door. So, when I list out all the things I need—which amount to a full wardrobe, including panties—and tell her to pretend she’s shopping for herself because she and Olivia look similar, she does what she’s told.
When I get home there are too many things to take up in one go, so I leave some in the living room for Irina to sort out and I take up the night clothes and panties.
When I open my room door and see Olivia sitting on the floor by the window in my shirt I stop thinking and find myself wanting.
Wantingher.
This is night three of her being in my house and all I’ve done for the last few days is think about her and the whirlwind she brought with her that knocked me for six.
On seeing me, she straightens, and fear comes into her eyes.
A quick glance at the untouched food on the side in the tray suggests she’s been difficult and defiant again today, but I notice the water jug is half empty so at least she’s drinking.
Water won’t sustain her for long though.
“You know if I wanted to poison you, you could tell from the part about you being dead already,” I declare as I walk in.
She doesn’t answer, she just goes tense when I look her up from head to toe.
I’m my own worst enemy because I can’t stop thinking of how wet she was for me, and how she tastes.
When I move over to her, I set the clothes down on the chair near my desk and she looks at them.
“Shopping for a girlfriend?”
“No, unless you just got upgraded from prisoner to my girl.” I don’t miss the flush in her cheeks and for a moment I allow myself to think about what taking her up against that wall would feel like.
“You think you can just dress me and treat me like a toy?” she snaps, and I pick up on one of her tells.
She mouths off to me when she’s aroused. I don’t even think she knows when she’s doing it. It’s like a switch in emotion she can’t control any more than I can. It makes her forget who I am and her fear of me.
I like the fire it brings to her personality and I think she would try to hand me my ass if she could. It’s fucking sexy and almost makes me want to see the real her. The version of her who isn’t in captivity.
“I think you would do well to remember that warning I gave you about that mouth of yours unless you want to get over my knee and take your punishment. I know I’d certainly enjoy it.”
That shuts her up and takes her down a notch. I’m disappointed. I wanted to see just how far I could push her, because I do want to take her over my knee and spank her tight little pussy, then enjoy kissing it better after.
I start undoing the buttons on my shirt and take it off. When I undo my belt buckle her eyes drop to my cock. I already know I have a noticeable bulge and I don’t care to hide it.
It doesn’t take much to make me hard for her and even if this will be to my detriment, I knew from the moment I decided to keep her I was going to do whatever I wanted to her.
If she’s staying with me, there’s no fucking way I’m not indulging even just a little.