Page 65 of Total Obsession

"I'm sure it's only a matter of time."

I jerked her head up and held her chin between my fingers. "Hey," I said forcefully. The shock of the change in my demeanor stopped her crying for a moment. "I don't want you talking like that, do you hear me?"

She tried to nod her head, but my grasp was firm.

"Use your words."

"Yes," she replied.

"Good," I said, dropping back into my softer side. "Hey, I've got an idea."

She perked up a bit at that.

"Why don't you go climb into bed? I'll bring dessert over for us, and we'll watch a holiday movie together. Sound good?"

She nodded her head. "Yeah," she said, wiping away her tears. "It sounds perfect."

* * *

"I think you're entirely too obsessed with this girl," Will said to me.

"I'm sorry," I said to my assistant. "Can you remind me when I asked for your opinion?"

"You didn't."

"Precisely."

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" he asks me.

I was starting to get irritated with the man. After years of tracking and tracing and manipulating things to get to this moment, now he starts trying to be my conscience.

"Have I ever done something that I'm not one hundred percent sure about?"

"No," he replied.

"Then, why, Will, tell me why, I would suddenly start to do that now?"

He sighed over the phone. If it were anyone else, I would have already ended this call and ordered a hit on them because they knew too much. Will was different, however. He was the one person who could actually push me a bit.

"It's just that this entire situation feels different. Plus, you feel different, in the way you've talked about her all this time."

"You're imagining it," I said to him, trying to convince myself as well.

"We both know that's not true," he replied.

"It is from where I'm standing. I'm proceeding with the plan, Will," I said to him. "I don't want to talk about this any further."

"You're the boss, boss," he said, and we both hung up the phone.

I didn't like the doubt that Will was trying to introduce into my plan. I'd been 14 years old when I started this. I wasn't going to suddenly do an about-face 15 years later.

No matter how good her pussy felt, or how different she was from how she appeared on television.

Some things you just didn't change.

This was one of them.

I went into the bedroom and watched her sleep for a few minutes. Her breathing was even. Soft light from the windows fell on her face, giving what I knew to be silky skin a gentle glow.