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I run my tongue over my teeth, glaring at Elijah. “You don’t say.”
Elijah meets my gaze, unflinching. “It was for your safety.”
I take in a deep breath for control. “This is why you didn’t want me revealing who you were to anybody.”
“A simple precaution.” The man has the audacity to smile.
“Who else did you insert into my life?” I ask slowly.
“Nobody important.” Elijah waves off my concern and then turns to Ron. “I received your latest art piece. I appreciate it.”
Zayn doesn’t look very happy, and I feel awkward, glancing at Ron, who stammers a ‘thanks.’
“How do you know Elijah?”
When he asks me that, I realize that he is in the dark as much as I am. That makes me feel considerably better. Explaining our relationship is a short affair, where I leave much of it unspoken.
“You could have told me.” Ron’s annoyance is evident, and Elijah raises a brow, silencing him.
“You know now. Besides, Eve no longer has need of a roommate.”
My ears turn red at that and Zayn makes an amused huffing sound, murmuring, “No, she doesn’t.”
Elijah is so deeply involved in our lives that I couldn’t find an ounce of anger in me.
“When you showed me the list of potential vetted flatmates, I should have figured it out,” I sigh.
Elijah’s looks smug. “I was surprised that you didn’t. But you and Ron were a good fit. I have played different roles in both your lives. I didn’t want them inter-crossing.”
I growl. “Ugh, I’m ready to go home now.”
Zayn agrees, shaking his head at his father.
As I pass by the older man, I murmur, “Thank you. For Ron.”
Elijah just inclines his head, a small smile playing on his lips.
“So, four more weeks, huh?” I watch Zayn unpack my things, scarce that they were.
“No heavy lifting for you,” he warns me. Then, with a grim look. “No sex, either.”
My smile slides off. “Wait, what?”
“Doctor’s orders. No strenuous activity.”
I gape at him. “But—”
Zayn moves over to where I sit on the bed and start removing my shoes. “Sorry, darling.”
“You don’t look very sorry,” I say, accusingly.
He grins at my comment. “Trust me, I am.” Then his face sobers. “For now, I’m just grateful you’re in one piece. Everything else doesn’t matter.”
I sigh. “I’m not a sex maniac, you know.”
His wink makes me chuckle. “I wouldn’t mind if you were. Come on,” he offers me a hand. “A relaxing bath will make you feel better. I’ll even wash your hair for you.”
I strip off my clothes, slowly, and his eyes darken at the bruising on my stomach and abdomen. He moves towards me, making me catch my breath at his sudden proximity.
