Chapter 4 JAREK

JAREK'S POV

Life is a paradox of contradicting similarities!!!

Immediately I saw that man - who placed his life on the line by walking

up to Olivia and having his hands on her - I lost the rational

understanding of staying away from her when she doesn't even know

me.

But a waiter bumped into me.

It had taken less than two seconds of the distraction, and when I looked

back to the dance floor I had been approaching, neither was there a

breathing sign of Olivia or the about-to-die man.

Anger rushed to my head, and I knew I was looking murderous when the

waiter scampered off without picking up the things he had dropped.

There were just too many people around and being in the space as

these many people heightened my disgust for the day.

I took out my phone and dialed a certain number.

It had barely begun to ring when an eager voice responded.

"Sir you..."

"The Plateau.

Come with Conner. Three minutes max!" I ordered.

"The..." I cut the call before he could say any word and I thronged

forward, my heart hammering with terrible thoughts of what he could be

doing to her.

It was a hassle getting past the crowd of people and when I was finally

able to, I hit a dead end. It was the restroom and my hunch told me the

fool had not led her there.

He couldn't because there were so many persons there shoving tongues

and other parts of the body into one another.

I looked around in trickling seconds and as some persons moved from

an entrance I had not noticed, I realized a hallway.

I moved there with agility and a sharp, shrill, attracting cry that had

drawn me in, and my legs carried me with super eagerness.

There, I saw her being pressed to the wall, his trousers down, and his

hands prepared to lift her skirt.

There have been moments in the past when I have gotten enraged and

furious...but in my thirty-two years of living, I doubt there was a time that

surpassed this one. I was bloody direly incensed and my vision had

turned gory red, guiding me to my target.

"Sir!" I heard Conner and Oliver behind me but I paid them no mind.

I pulled the man away from Olivia and cast a glance to ensure she was

still conscious before my hands engaged in his first bone-crushing

activity.

The need to cater for Olivia had brought back a level of sanity to me and

I had to forcefully tear myself away from him.

I still had plans for him and I commanded Conner and Oliver to take him

away - they know the place befitting for such.

I balanced Olivia on my shoulder and drove us to my condo.

Entering my home did not feel as lifeless as it used to feel and there was

a strange sensation I struggled not to investigate that was blooming in

my chest.

I set her on my bed and peeled her boots away from her legs gradually.

I went to the bathroom and washed my bloody knuckles before I went to

the conjoining room that served as my closet to ease myself out of my

clothes. when I returned, the temperature in my room felt like it had

increased.

I cannot say what happened because I had not heard her make a sound

but Olivia had removed her skirt and was only lying in a black thong and

her crop top.

Her skirt was discarded close to the bed and her hair was splayed on the

pillow... almost covering the entirety of the pillow.

Her legs were a small distance apart, and the image of a thought reeled

through my head in a millisecond, and that vivid image was of me kissing

the inner parts of her thighs.

'Mierda!' I cursed harshly in Spanish to whatever must have engineered

that thought and printed that image.

I swallowed as I summoned all my self-control to drag my eyes away

from her thighs...especially in between them.

I wanted to take her to the guest room but it was not fully furnished yet...

'Not fully furnished or you just want to have her close to you?' A voice

taunted me in my head with a small cackle.

I pushed the voice behind me.

I slid under the covers and covered her properly, all the while avoiding

making even the tiniest of skin contact.

I laid on my side and turned to face her and for the first time, I realized

that I was looking at Olivia Forte, not while she was walking down the

road or while she was hurrying somewhere... but while she was sleeping

- so peacefully, so tenderly... if the soft sounds coming from her mouth

could be neglected.

Her faintly separated lips soon spread into a small grin.

She was smiling, and I wondered what the reason could be, but

unfortunately, no technology could link me to see her dreams, and I lay

there, finding contentment with seeing her smile and then pout and then

frown.

She looked so adorable.

I stayed there staring at her, and I battled with sleep for a while till I could

no longer, and my eyelids closed gradually.

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I woke up to the feeling of something soft and almost fluffy on my body

and a part of this 'something' was currently placing a part of itself on my

rising di*k.

Full consciousness dealt a hard knock to my head as I realized what this

supposed 'something' might be.

Olivia was lying atop me. Her soft breasts pressed to my chest, one of

her legs in between mine, and one of her hands resting on my dick. The

only thing keeping me sane was the pair of black pants I had on.

I felt my body lose its cool and run flush with heated blood.

She was just sleeping and here I was reacting to a tiny touch indirectly

from her...it felt like she had the entirety of my skin torched up.

I knew I had to distract myself from my thoughts before I did something

foreign to my nature.

I began to present images of people falling from more than nine-story

buildings above and how their bodies twisted and turned very disfigured

on impact with the ground.

I thought of fingers being broken, then squashed, then ground, then...

"Holy Shit! What the..." Olivia said as she lifted her head from my chest.

She held the left side of her head, and steadily, her squinted eyes

opened.

She lifted her head to face me and she stared at me.

I stared at her. We stared at each other... and then she screamed.