Chapter 155 Twelve: Loka

I drop Savannah at work and then go straight to the office. I've got suits there for emergencies and this is one of them. It takes me three hours to clean up the mess left from firing one of the firm's lawyers. But I'm actually thankful for the mess. It's kept my mind focused on something besides my obsession with Savannah.
Not only had Jim been fucking one of his clients, but he had a problem with putting shit up his nose with company money. I don't care what the fallout might be for me firing him so hastily. It's better than what Jim could bring down on us later. He'll be lucky if I don't get him disbarred. The only thing saving him at the moment from such a fate is that I'm in such a good mood because I can still smell Savannah on me.
When I woke this morning and she wasn't there I almost thought I dreamt the whole thing. Then when I became more awake I could smell her on me and on the sheets. I'd woken up harder than I ever had in my life. You'd think after finally having her my lust would have cooled somewhat. Think again. I was wrong. Oh so wrong. It's worse. Now I know what she feels like, tastes like, sounds like when she comes undone for me. That I'm the only man who's ever had her and is ever going to have her. I want to own her in the most primal, barbaric way. It's taking everything in me to act sane around her and to hide my colder side. I don't want her to know that side of me.