Chapter Five

Olivia

Ive never been someone who masturbates, or even one that wanted to masturbate but last night every part of me felt aroused. I wanted to masturbate, the urge was so strong, I felt tingly in my lady parts. I didn't do it though, I didn't masturbate, because I knew that if I did it once, I will want to do it again and again. And then there were the dreams, it felt real, so real that I woke up in the middle of the night feeling sweaty and turned on. The first time I woke up I took a shower to help me calm down, the second time I counted until hundred, after seeing that I wasn't getting any sleep, I decided to wake up and go rack up the kitchen again, I figured I needed kitchen therapy.

So here I am at half past six, busy making cookies because I needed something that would keep my mind occupied and my hands dirty. I've been awake for three hours going on four and my lack of sleep is starting to catch up on me. Jason's people have started cleaning already, having enjoyed my cookies with tea. Im busy with my last batch of dough when Jason steps in the kitchen.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" He asks without a greeting.

"Well my mind was too occupied for me to get any decent sleep, so no." I answer.

"And how long have you been in the kitchen?"

"I'm about four hours without sleep. What time are we leaving?"

He looks at me for a long time without answering me. As he steps inside the kitchen, he sees four big Tupperwares he looks back at me then again at the containers.

"We're supposed to leave in an hour.'' He finally answers me.

"Oh ok, let me just put this in the oven and go have a quick shower. Could you ask Emily to watch it for me while I'm in the shower?"

""Yeah I'll do that." He answers me still looking at me like I'm crazy.

After I pour the cake mixture into the cake tin, I set the oven and put it inside then skip up to the bedroom that I've been sleeping in and take fasower. As I come out of the bathroom I look at the bed and it's calling on to me I finally feel tired but I cannot sleep because we're about to leave in thirty minutes. Since I don't have anything to wear except for the clothes that I was wearing yesterday I put them on and go back downstairs again.

Jason is sitting at the dining room table when I come back downstairs, he has a cup of coffee in front of him and a plate of cookies next to the cup. I forego the cookies and coffee because they'd make me feel worse during the day if I have some. I don't eat anything at that moment because food is not my top priority right now. Jason's eyes follow me around the kitchen as I cut the cake and put the cream I'd made earlier haphazardly on it. I take a few pieces for myself to go, then take two of the Tupperwares to go.

After he's done, we leave, albeit in silence. I can't say it's comfortable silence but I can't say it's definitely silence also. I think at this point, we're both just thinking about last night, I mean I know I am. I am reminded that I need a change of clothes when he tells me we will swing by his apartment when we get to the city.

"You had my things moved already?" I ask him surprised.

"Yeah, I received a notification yesterday that everything from your bedroom was taken out. You will have to go and collect any other thing that was not packed." He says.

"You had people touch my stuff?" I say, my eyes bugging out. "Don't you know that some thinvs are private? My God, Jason are you crazy?" He laughs and shakes his head.

"They're professionals, I'm sure your things are all ok." He replies casually.

I keep quiet because there's no use in arguing with him over this, what's done is already done anyway. The ride to the city is shorter than it was yesterday and we go to the upper cast of the city, where I assume was where my new living quarters are. He was right about the road not being safe from his home, it was very slippery and we had to drive very slow in order to pass so that the car wouldn't slip and make us have an accident.

Of course he lives in the penthouse, the floor finish is a white tile, with grey walls, very masculine. Generally dark colours everywhere, which doesn't surprise me when we get to the sitting room to find red sofas. It's not surprising that there is no television. The penthouse is spacious which makes me wonder just how big. He takes me down a corridor and shows me a room saying it's mine for the time being.

"I will have a key delivered for you at the office so that you don't struggle with getting in. Change and we'll leave for the office." After saying that he turns and closes the door behind him.

My things have been packed for me as if I will live here permanently. The room, like the whole penthouse is large with an ensuit, reminding me of the house we'd just left. I change into a black pleated flow skirt and a white blouse, and because I like to spice up my outfits, I put on my bright red heels. No time for make up, I'm actually quite late, although I can't be blamed as the reason for my lateness is somewhere in this huge place. But that is no excuse, so we march on.

We head out to the office as soon as I'm out the bedroom and we fall into our usual roles. The day seems to be going slow, or maybe it's me. I find myself being sleepy the whole day. Jason had a key delivered to my desk like he'd said. Julia will not be returning back to work for the whole week. Jason has take pity on and is using his first assistant instead of me. By lunch time I'm exhausted and can't keep my eyes shut. Jason sends me a message on my phone telling me to go get some sleep at the apartment, and I waste no time getting my stuff and hightailing it out of there. Of course he called his driver to get o the apartment.

I don't even bother getting rid of my clothes. I don't even get under the blankets. I fall face first on bed and I'm gone.

I'm woken up by Jason telling me to eat something then go back to sleep again. I only manage a small amount of food then I head back to bed.