Page 48 of Blissful Devotion

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I call the doctor; he’s not exactly on my payroll, but his life does very much hang in the balance. After all, that’s what happens when you fuck one of your underage patients while they're under anesthetic.

Sometimes it’s not about who you know but what you know, and while being so close to Trigger comes with perks, I enjoy having power over those I need most.

And with my current situation, I need him as close as I can get him.

“Yes, Mr. Lawson, how might I help you?” It’s a perfectly acceptable way to answer the phone, but I’m already upset, and the thought of explaining why I’m angry enrages me even more.

“I need you to up the dose,” I growl, turning sharply to stalk back across my office.

I hadn’t even realized I was pacing until just this moment, but it’s just as well I need to do something with this pent-up energy.

“Sir, I don’t reco—”

“It’s a good thing I didn’t ask for what you recommend then, isn’t it?”

I hear him gasp and can picture him cringing.

“I-I-I’ll have the new script sent over ASAP so that she can start on it in the morning.”

I hear him moving, papers rustling, and though it isn’t much, something does settle.

That’s a start.

I hadn’t gone looking for Katherine, but now that I have her, I refuse to let her go. I worked my ass off to get where I am; I’d done what they were too afraid to do.

I deserve this, deserve her.

They hadn’t even been treating her right… the nanny? Riding around with Addison and the help.

Disgusting.

Here I’ll treat her like a queen, and in a few years, the rest will be forgotten, and she will be mine and mine alone.

I hang up and toss my phone onto the desk, then move around it to collapse into my chair with a huff.

It’s crazy to think just weeks ago I’d planned to take the girl. Who knew this would all work out so much better?

Kat might not have been what I planned for, but…

I adjust in the chair, my cock hard and pressing painfully against my zipper.

No, she wasn’t the plan, but I’ve learned over the years that you have to learn to roll with the punches. I can’t deny the idea of fucking her, taking her as my wife, and stealing her from those bastards is better than what I originally planned.

I should have gotten her some sleeping pills while I was at it, though with any luck that won’t be necessary with her new dosage. Though the idea of sleeping pills isn’t unappealing, regardless of whether she wants me or not.

Though I might enjoy the struggle…

I’ll worry about that later though; with any luck, she might still be in the bath, and that’s enough motivation to get me moving.

She’s mine, and it’s time she learned that.

I make it to the room to find her in bed, asleep.

It’s not as good as finding her in the bath, but I can’t say it’s bad.

I know I should wait; the pills have been doing their job, slowly but surely, and with a higher dose I’m sure she will quickly forget all about them…

But I’ve grown impatient with my years. Accustomed to getting what I want when I want it, and right now I want her.