Olivia
I waited and Blake hadn’t shown up yet.
My stomach was grumbling and I had been telling myself that he might be won’t coming back tonight.
Maybe he was tossing Stewart’s corpse somewhere.
“Oh, well.” As I was about to eat, the door was opened and I immediately threw the knife and forks down and headed to the door.
Blake was back. And by the look of him, he looked pretty much clean. No blood. Well, if there was, he could be cleaning up before he came home.
“Have you finished it?” I asked. He turned his eyes on me and smirked.
“I have. As I promised, I didn’t kill him.”
“What did you do?”
“Just teach him some lesson,” he replied and went to me. Stopping right in front of me. “He won’t hurt you anymore. I made sure of it. You should be worrying about me now.” Okay, that was a terrible joke and he went to the table. I soon followed and sat across him.
It was too awkward for me to be eating dinner with him. I saw him eating with ease like there was nothing wrong between us. Perhaps it was not a big deal to him. “I’m sorry.” Or was it? “I was supposed to take you back here, to the hotel, and give you some medicine. Instead of…touching you like that.”
“Um, it was me who begged you to stay, right?” Why the hell I had to cover up his ass?
“I could choose to refuse, Olivia. I could have insisted to take you back here but I lost with myself.” He sounded…guilty. He put down his knife and fork and sighed. “I wasn’t supposed to do that. There was a time that I regretted it but when I came to my senses, it was too late. Like those girls, when I heard from John that they were raping them I immediately asked John to stopped them and saved the girls. I even paid everything, even to those boys,” he explained. So, he took some responsibility for it.
He looked down and then back to me. “No one hurt my family, Olivia. We might be not related but you are my daughter now and that makes you my family and I protect my family. That’s why I was so pissed when I learned Cindy is going to marry Taylor. I don’t believe him and my sister will eventually get hurt. Just look at how he treated you. There’s no way I could let that bastard having my sister for the rest of his life.”
“Blake.”
“But I can’t do anything. Cindy is blinded by her love for him. She knew his past yet she still chose him.” I could tell his disappointment. It was hard to let his sister go to the hand of the man who managed to leave his daughter before she was born.
This probably had something to do with his past. Blake was abused by his mother and his father never came to see him. Even until his death, he only left Blake money hoping that would shut him up. And when he finally had the family he always wanted, loving parents and a sister, he wanted to protect what he had. Just like when he had me now although he did it in a very extreme way.
I should have hated him but I couldn’t. I didn’t know whether he was lying or not, but I believed him for now. I believed when Blake said he took everything on his hands by treating those victims.
“Blake, where is Stewart now?”
“John took him. I asked him to take the brat to the hospital back in LA. He will be with him until Stewart was released from the hospital but I asked him to let his agency know what he did.”
“You’re not serious.”
“I am. I haven’t mentioned it to you before but his agency and Karen’s is under my observation.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, I need to cooperate with some modeling agency. I need a model for advertising purposes. Their agency produced a lot of good quality models and most of the people knew them. I was about to change my mind when I saw Stewart was there.”
“Are you…going to ask the Director to kick Stewart away?”
“No. That’s up to him what he’s going to do to Stewart but I asked John to tell him that he almost touched my daughter which is…unpleasant to me. As far as I know, Stewart was a great candidate to be the ambassador of one of my company’s products but after he messed around with me, the Director probably has to change his mind.” That was…brutal. Blake wasn’t exactly lying but that was really brutal.
“What’s going to happen to him?”
“I don’t fucking know and I don’t fucking care.”
“Please watch your mouth when you’re talking to your daughter.” I hated it when he did that. He asked me to watch my mouth but looked who’s talking?
“Sorry. Well, I told the Director if I saw him near my daughter again, I will eventually cancel the contract we are about to have in the future.”
“Blake, he still needs his job.” I might sound crazy for defended Stewart but he got all his money from his modeling job. He could be having a new one.
“Not for a couple of weeks even months. Not when his face is in a mess.” He’s right.
“Are you going to pay his hospital bills?”
“Hell no. He caused all of this shit.”
“But you started it because of what you did to his sister.”
Blake scoffed. “Come on, Olivia. Are we going back to square one again? His sister started it too by humiliating you and please…stop saying that again. It already happened and there’s nothing we can do about it.”
Blake was right. At least he took the responsibility by paying the bills, minus Stewart. For his sister to end her life like that, that was her choice.
We didn’t talk again until we finished dinner.
Blake went to the bathroom while I was cleaning the plates. I put them on top of the table and I turned to my room after I turned off the lights. Slowly entering the room and I heard the shower.
“Maybe I should just wait outside.” I didn’t know when Blake was going to come out and naked. I was about to get out when I saw his shirt was just thrown to the bed.
I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Blake. Can’t you do a simple thing like folding your own clothes?” I went inside and began to fold his shirt. It might be dirty now but at least folded it so I could wash it properly back at home.
While folding it, I could smell his perfume on it. It was Blake’s scent. His expensive Armani perfumes. I sniffed on it and hugged the shirts. The scent calmed me every time he held me. I was surrounded by it many times. When he hugged me, when he comforted me about Mr. Graham, also when he…devoured my pussy.
I felt weird again. I could feel the tingle between my legs. To be honest, I began to feel weird ever since Blake touched me. This was so not healthy and I had to stop it. Unfortunately, although my head was telling no, my body was saying otherwise.
I looked slightly to the back and saw Blake was still there. He was still showering. Blake was never long in the shower but he just entered around three minutes ago.
I slowly reached down inside my panties. I just did it before I took a shower but I couldn’t stop myself. It made me feel…better.
I could feel the wetness, not much like before but I knew that I needed some release. I rubbed it gently while holding his clothes.
…Olivia…
I could hear him calling my name in my mind. Softly and hoarsely. Desperately.
I was standing while he was on his knees, worshipping my pussy with his skillful mouth. “Hm…” I moaned softly. Opening my eyes, imagining Blake was down there and his blue eyes were on me all the time and his lips formed a smirk. His signature smirks. A typical of him.
Do you want to come, sweet Olivia?
That was what he asked me. “Yes.” I moved my finger faster again until I was stopped. Not by myself but someone else. I opened my eyes immediately and felt the horror. I felt the presence behind me.
There was no escape for me. Stupid me for touching myself here with my father’s clothes! And he was showering!
I just dug a grave for myself and ready for the slaughter. If I could, I would gladly jump to my grave and died of embarrassment.
I knew Blake must be mad. Weirdly enough I didn’t feel the slightest anger coming from him.
Blake turned me around harshly so I would face him. As I thought, he was amused. With his corky and mocking smile, he asked, “What are you doing, Olivia?”
I was doomed.