Sociopath's Obsession(22)

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, great actually. Sophie got a job, and she said we are moving to a better place.”

“That’s good then. She’s doing something.”

“Yeah.” The subject was pretty much closed after that, and for the next hour or so, he was watching me while I was tending to the last customers. Once my shift was done, I washed my hands, put on my jacket, and said my goodbye to Hank. He was still feeling bad about the whole situation, but I reassured him that everything was cool and I would be back soon. As happy as Sophie was about her new job, I wasn't about to quit mine. Not for now at least.

Alan was as nice as he was in the morning, and that probably took some art, given the fact he was on the clock 24/7. The car ride was peaceful, and before I knew it, I dozed off on the backseat and only woke up when Dominic lifted me and carried me inside the building.

“Dominic, put me down. I can walk by myself.”

“You can, but you don't have to.” Too exhausted to argue, I went with the flow and noticed a few women, who looked like they came from some high society event, looking at me with envy. We took the elevator and finally reached his floor. He opened the door.

“Damian?” He tensed and stopped for a second, but then resumed walking upstairs to the guest room, I assumed. “He isn't home.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, he has the club, remember? He has to take care of it. Don’t worry. It’s not like I have to have his permission to do anything, Sapphire.” That may be so, but the idea of him in the next room was unsettling.

The room was beautiful, big, and warm. The walls were purple, which was my favorite, and looked more like a girly room if anything. It didn't really go with the overall interior of the house.

He put me on the bed, and for a second, we held still, our eyes locked in a sort of embrace.

“So sweet,” he muttered, and then leaned back and straightened his spine. “You need a bath, dinner, and sleep. Everything in that order.” He pointed at the door a few feet away from us. “The bathroom is there. Take all the time you need. You have everything in there. Once you’re done, you can come down to the kitchen, all right?” I nodded, and with one last glance, he left the room.

I had no idea what I was doing, but I tried not to think about it, because there was no freaking point at all.

The bathroom was huge, and I instantly fell in love with the bathtub. It was a Jacuzzi type, and it had all the bubble generators pointed to the center. The towels and robes were ready, and all the body lotions I could ask for. I even found makeup remover. He either had a lot of female guests—but that meant he would have had to buy everything new for each of them—or he did all this for me.

At this moment, I decided I didn't really care and was simply grateful it was all there. The bath was filling up as I twisted my hair into a knot. I climbed in and sat down, moaning at the hot water enveloping my sore muscles.



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She really needed to learn how to control those moans of hers when she was in my house. I had a good view of her from where I sat, and she was beautiful.

Just like I imagined. Her body, her scent, her voice did stuff to my body that no woman before her could do. The idea of sex repulsed me, but I used it all the time when it was needed. However, with her, I wanted to try things I’d never done before. I hadn’t touched another woman since meeting her.

I had a deep desire to grab her out of the bathtub and eat her out on the counter while she moaned my name. Then I wanted to take her front-to-front and enjoy every cry of pleasure and pain she gave me as I lost myself inside her.

She was clean. I knew that by the health bills she had. I was clean too.

With her, I didn't want to use a condom. I wanted to give her everything.

Soon.

Soon, Sapphire would belong to me, and nothing in this world would change my mind.





Rushing through the lobby to Uncle Ken, I ignored the rapid beating of my heart and the idea that my dad could be a part of something so horrendous. My head rested on the elevator wall as memories of my childhood rushed over me.

Dad and Mom always being busy. How all Dad’s friends had this glint in their eyes when looking at me when I was a kid. Dad being able to afford all the luxuries when the company wasn't doing so well.

His side business explained all that and then some.

The elevator’s door opened, and I went inside the penthouse where Uncle Ken stood by the window, admiring the view of New York. He spun around, studied me carefully, and then opened his arms. With a cry, I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing the life out of him. He gently patted my head, rocking me from side to side.

“What’s going on, honey? Your call was unexpected.”