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Camryn
Someone is holding my arms from behind, there are hands on my body, the pain is unbearable, then I’m on the floor with my arms held above my head. I’m thrashing and screaming; my legs are trapped, and I can’t escape. My fists fly, but I can’t seem to hit anything, then suddenly I’m falling.
Opening my eyes, it takes me a minute to figure out where I am. Slowly sitting up, I realise the sheet is wrapped tightly around my legs, and I’m on the floor of Ryder’s bedroom. I start untangling my legs as the last vestiges of my nightmare ebb away. I haven’t had a nightmare about that night for a long time but knowing that Sean is close is no doubt the reason.
Climbing to my feet, I grab the sheet from the floor and throw it onto the bed, and as I do a piece of paper flutters on the pillow next to mine. Reaching over I snatch it up, apprehension trickles through me as I unfold it, but relief floods my body when I see it’s from Ryder.
Cam,
Stay out of trouble. Spend time with your friend. Go to work. Most importantly, do as your told! If you don’t, be ready to have your backside tanned when I return.
Ryder
“Bossy bastard.” But it brings a smile to my face, and my pussy pulses at the thought of Ryder spanking me, which is a complete surprise. Given what I’ve been through the idea of a man laying his hands on me that way shouldn’t turn me on, it should repulse me. Actually, there are a lot of things that Ryder does that should have me running in the other direction, including the aura of danger that exudes from him, but I find myself drawn to him more and more. No accounting for craziness.
After I’ve showered and gotten dressed, I head to the kitchen for a cup of tea and hopefully something to eat, my stomach rumbling in agreement. I put the kettle on just as my phone vibrates in my back pocket, pulling it out I see a message from an unknown number.
Unknown: Cam, it’s Scott. We are downstairs when you’re ready to go to the hospital.
Short and to the point. Typical Scott, that man never says anything more than he needs to. I text him back to tell him I’ll be down shortly, then finish making the tea and hunt for something to eat.
When I make it downstairs an hour later, Scott and Russ are standing like two sentinels outside the lift. Russ greats me warmly with a smile, asking how Jamie is. We fall in step alongside each other as we walk to the car, I tell him that Jamie will be fine thanks to him, and I’m sorry he got hurt looking out for my friend.
“Don’t worry about it, Cam, it’s my job. I’m just glad I got there when I did,” he says, giving my shoulder a quick squeeze as he steps forward to open the car door for me.
I slide into the back seat while Scott gets in the driver’s side, and Russ hurries round to jump in the passenger side. Russ tells me about some girl he’s been seeing, and in an effort to bring Scott into the conversation I ask him if he has a girlfriend.
“No,” he grunts, from the front seat.
Leaning forward between the two fronts seats and turning to Russ I ask, “Is he always this grumpy?” Russ chuckles, and Scott side eyes me, his faced pinched in a scowl. I’m starting to wonder if this guy even knows how to smile.
“Nah, but with no girlfriend he’s got blue balls.” Russ replies, putting a hand up to hide his smile. Scott’s only reaction is a small growl, and I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up and spills from my lips. How the hell Russ works with this guy is beyond me.
“Well, I guess girls don’t like the broody, silent type after all,” I say, shrugging and sitting back in my seat. I catch Scott’s gaze in the rear-view mirror, and he winks.
“Sure they do, you like the boss just fine.” And I watch as his lip curls into an almost grin.
“Holy shit! He speaks,” I gasp, clutching my chest before I burst out laughing.
When we pull up, Russ jumps out, opening my door for me, and we head inside while Scott goes to park the car. Russ’ phone rings just as we exit the lift, pulling out his phone and checking who’s calling before he motions for me to continue as he answers the call. As I walk away, I hear him say ‘all good, boss’ and then ‘at the hospital’, I roll my eyes at the fact it’s probably Ryder checking up on me. I continue to Jamie’s new room on a ward on the second floor now she’s awake.
As I push the door, it opens and I start to fall forward, but a hand reaches out grabbing my arm from behind and stopping me. I spin round, wrenching my arm free as my heart beats wildly in my chest and my breath hitches.
“Get your fuck—Scott.” I heave in a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and stop the panic rising up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you.”
“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He gives me a quick nod before stepping back and taking up his position outside the door. I look to the nurse who opened the door apologetically, she offers me a small smile as she passes me.
“Jesus, Cam. You sure know how to make an entrance,” Jamie exclaims from her place on the bed, as I stand inside the door. “Are you coming in or you just going to stand there all day?” She chuckles as I turn my gaze her way.
With my heart still beating double time, I stride towards her, looking her over as I make my way to the chair beside her bed. Glad to see that she’s looking more herself today. Her left eye is still swollen shut, and the bruising on her face is more pronounced, but she looks more alert and in slightly less pain. Dropping my bag to the floor, I collapse into the seat. My nightmare has really done a number on me today, and I feel like I’m flying in the damn wind. Avoiding the elephant in the room, I ask her how she’s feeling.
“I’m okay, Cam,” she says, a hint of sorrow in her voice. “Don’t look at me like that, and don’t you dare start that apology shit with me again. I told you yesterday this is not your fault.” I go to interrupt, to rebuke her for not hating me like she should for what I’ve put her through. “Stop. It’s not up for discussion,” she orders, pointing a finger at me. “Now, how about you give a girl something nice to talk about. Where’s that sexy as sin man of yours?” Her face lights up at the thought of what gossip I might have for her, and what sort of friend would I be if I didn’t give her what she wants.
“First off, he’s not my man,” Jamie just scoffs at that bullshit statement, “and secondly, he’s in London for a couple of days, so I’m stuck with Tweedledee and Tweedledum out there.” My nose scrunching in displeasure and pointing a thumb over my shoulder indicating to Scott and Russ. Jamie laughs but pulls up short when pain shoots through her ribs.
“Fuck! No more funny stuff, it hurts like a bitch to laugh,” she says, with a grimace. I wince along with her.
“Yeah, I know it does,” I say quietly. I keep my head down, not wanting to see pity in her eyes as I continue to talk. “The first time it happened I thought I was going to die every time I took a breath.”
