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I knew that voice.
Dylan.
“Oh, no.Oh, shit.No.No.”
I whipped around and yanked open the curtains, then raced to his side.His eyes were red and pouring tears, and his face was crumpled in pain.
“What the fuck are you doing here?Is that…Oh, no.No.No.Nick!”I screamed, racing to the other man still sprawled out on my living room floor.
“I’m going to get a fucking bar of soap and make you eat the whole damn bar, girl,” he growled as he slowly sat up, rubbing the side of his face.
“Ohmigod!Ohmigod!I’m so sorry,” I moaned.“Why did you grab me?How did you get in here?Why are you two here?”I screeched.
“Help!”Dylan cried out.“I can’t see a fucking thing.Fuck!This shit burns!”
Rushing back to Dylan’s side, I gripped his elbow and led him into the kitchen.Flipping on the light, I shoved his head over the sink and started flushing his eyes with cool water.
“Just keep rinsing, I’ll be right back,” I instructed before racing out of the kitchen to check on Nick.
He sat on my couch, holding his cheek and glaring at me as if I was the spawn of Satan.
“Where did you learn to fight like that, little one?”
A weak smile wobbled over my lips.“Karate class,” I confessed as I hauled my purse and groceries inside the apartment and shut the door.
Nick looked like hell.Knowing that he’d soon be sporting a nasty bruise, I nervously nibbled my bottom lip.“Why didn’t you two say something when I opened the door.I thought you were burglars or rapists.What are you two doing here?”
“Go check on Dylan.Do you have some ice?”
“Yes, come on,” I replied as I helped him off the couch.
“I can walk.Not sure I’ll be able to eat for a while, but I can fucking walk.”
“Oh, Nick, I’m so sorry.If I’d known it was you…”
“It’s Master or Sir, dammit.Clearly, you’ve forgotten how to address us as well as how to say good-fucking-bye,” Nick thundered.
“But…I…thought,” I stammered as a glorious, disapproving Dominant scowl lined his face.“Yes, Sir.”
Butterflies set sail in my stomach.I wrapped my slender arm around his waist and led him into the kitchen before helping him sit at the table.
“How are you doing, Sir?”I asked rushing back to the sink, smoothing a palm over Dylan’s broad back.
“Better.Fuck, this shit is wicked.”
“I’m so sorry, Sir.I didn’t know it was—”
“Us, yeah, we know.It’s all right.I’m proud you can take out anyrealattackers.”
“Easy for you to say,” Nick grumbled.“She didn’t break your jaw.”
“It’s broken?”I shrieked.
“No, but it sure as fucking feels like it is,” he groused.
Tossing the chicken and ice cream into the freezer, I pulled out a squishy gel ice pack.After wrapping it in a towel, I pried Nick’s fingers away, then gently pressed the cold pack against his face.
“I can’t apologize enough, Sirs.If I’d known it was you two in my apartment, I wouldn’t have done what I did.”
