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She curled up on the bed, clutching her stomach in discomfort. I sat down beside her, my worry deepening.
“Are you okay? Should I call a doctor?”
She shook her head, her eyes filled with gratitude. “No, it’s not that. I just feel a bit off.”
I caressed her forehead gently, trying to soothe her. “It’s probably just the stress from today.”
She nodded, her eyes searching mine.
We nestled together, and I held her close, realizing that sometimes, the greatest gift of all was having the love of your life safe and sound in your arms.
“I love you so much, precious. I don’t say it as much as I should, and you know my reasoning why, but I love you. You’re safe now, and I’m not letting you out of my sight again.” I pressed a kiss to the side of her face and placed my palm over her stomach.
“I know, I love you too.”
She can’t ever catch a break. Life just has a way of throwing everything at her, and it’s as stressful for her as it is for me. I just need her to be at peace, and I’ll stop at nothing to get it.
“I need you,” she whispered, kissing my chin.
“I’m here with you.”
“Can we just—,” she paused. “Just touch me please.”
“Baby.” I sighed. “It’s too soon. You need to rest and—”
“I know what I need, and right now I just need you. I want to feel something other than disgust. I want to feel, so just give me that, please,” she said, almost pleading.
I gave her what she wanted, and when we were finished, she was a sobbing mess. I understood the feeling, but I just hugged her. She just needed me there, and so I was.
CHAPTER 31
Azzaria
It’s been one long week since Matthew appeared. There wasn’t a place I went where Dillon wasn’t there or sending someone to watch over me. I appreciated it, but it was coddling.
At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if our relationship got plastered all over the Daily Mail’s front page. Abigail, Mom, and Ronan did the exact same thing, and I just needed to breathe, needed a little breathing space.
I couldn’t believe I only had three weeks left until my graduation. The SLB representative reached out to me and said I can’t be eligible for loans I don’t owe. I was confused at first, but then I pieced it together. What am I gonna do with him?
Dillon took care of me and spoiled me a lot. I’ve opened about twelve different gift boxes this week, went on book and clothes shopping sprees, been to the beach, and had the best sex of my life. I mean toe-curling and name-forgetting sex. It’s been a good week, but we need to go back to the real world, and I need to get started on packing up my apartment.
My mom has a flight to San Francisco today. She had a trip with one of her friends. Dillon made sure her flight and expenses were paid for.
I felt bad having him do it, but he didn’t mind, and she didn’t seem to mind it either. They haven’t met in person as yet, but when she and I call, they exchange a few words. It’s weird yet fulfilling.
Dillon has Matthew at one of his abandoned properties. It’s scary to think about the torture going on there, but he deserves it, and I have no regret nor remorse for him. That day was terrifying.
I left Abigail in the restaurant and went about my business only to be backed up into a corner by him. The rest was a blur, but the minute I saw Dillon, he and I both knew Matthew was a dead man.
His words stayed present and relevant in my brain. “I’m going to kill him.” He must’ve thought that scared me, but all it did was give me security.
Maybe I’m messed up for thinking that, maybe I’m a bad person, but I didn’t want the police or any of the feds to handle this. I needed him to feel the actual pain he caused me and so many others.
I shook these thoughts off my brain and put my sneakers on. Dillon was sitting in the kitchen eating his breakfast that I made earlier. I’m not the best cook in the world, but he gives me little daily lessons, and in return, I teach him how to bake.
So far I’ve learnt to cook pasta, chicken and fish and I’ve taught him to bake cakes, cupcakes and pies.
The more I stayed with him, the better I felt about the relationship and life we’ve got going on. I loved him, he loved me, but it wasn’t a weak love. It was the kind of love that made our hearts beat, the one that would let a king leave his kingdom. The love that Aladdin had for Jasmine or the one that Flynn had for Rapunzel. That was the love we shared. It was powerful and consuming, the only way it needed to be.
