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Is that an order? “You didn’t. When someone touched your woman, you wouldn’t allow anyone else to kill him but you.”
The fucker chuckles. “And here I was worried you might be suffering and feeling trapped within your hasty marriage.”
CHAPTER11
Phoenix
I can’t believe it. How the hell could Aleksander have done something so crazy?
Married? Me? It still doesn’t make sense. Marriage isn’t something I thought I would ever do. How are you supposed to marry someone when you freaked out at the thought of a man touching you? When you could only get yourself off alone in the dark, and only to the kind of porn no one would ever admit to consuming?
Okay, so I hadn’t freaked out when Aleksander held me, that was different. I was high on whatever was in the shot. It was the shot.
I’m trying to sit up when Amaya comes into my room without knocking.
“You need help?”
“I need a bath. And to take this thing off,” I mutter, humiliated as I gesture at the adult diaper.
She shakes her head. “We change it. But not take off new one. We wait till Mr. Levin says. You might not be able to get out of bed on your own.”
No way am I putting on another one of these once it’s off. Scooting to the edge of the bed, I attempt to sit up. Holy fuck that hurts. Fuck it, I don’t need to sit up if I’m sliding out of bed. Oh shit, she grabs me before I fall. My grip on the covers is so tight my knuckles are white. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
She’s daring me to try as she lets me go.
Getting to the bathroom takes a whole lot longer than I imagined it would. I’m sweating and exhausted, and that’s with me clinging to everything in my path to remain upright.
I get to the bath and fight not to collapse on the wide edge. The deep soaking tub is enormous. I’m guessing four people would fit easily within it. At first, I’m outraged for the woman whose stuff is already on the other edge of the bath. It takes a minute for me to comprehend it. Holy crap, this ismystuff in here.
My electric toothbrush is on the counter, my body wash, face wash. He got everything, even my loofah. What the hell? “He got all my stuff?”
“No, he buy you all new. And he buy other things. You try it all more expensive of your things.” She motions to a closet. I thought it was the toilet closet. It looks like the personal aisle of an exclusive department store threw up in it. There are nine different perfumes, I lose count of body moisturizers, and the face stuff… I close my eyes against having to process it.
“Baths are not good for you. You will get wound infected. There is bench in shower.” She points at the shower.
Holy crap, the shower is as large as my entire bathroom at home. Any other time I would use it out of curiosity alone. Since I don’t think I can make it the twelve feet into the shower and the bench, I shake my head. “I’m not moving. I want a bath.”
Shaking her head, her hands are on her hips. “I get you a shot, last shot. Then you get pills.”
Fighting not to cry, I look up and she’s gone. I turn on the taps, taking my time to get it as hot as I need it.
My broken arm aches. It’s in a sling, and I’ve never seen someone wear it like this: instead of my forearm straight across my middle, it’s up high with my wrist just over my heart. I’m wondering why it isn’t in a cast when she comes back. I offer her my right arm and look away as she gives me the shot.
“Why isn’t my arm in a cast?”
“Not all breaks need cast. You wear sling, no move your arm, it heal fine. You rest in bath. I change your sheets. They are fresh, you feel better.” She’s firm.
All my anxiety of being naked in front of her disappears when all I care about is her helping me into the bath.
I sigh and nod. The moment she’s gone I give in and allow a few tears to fall as I pray the shot kicks in. While the water feels good, I’m not sure me fighting for this was worth it.
Curious, I check under the gauze. What the hell? How does it hurt so bad for only four stitches?
Amaya comes back. She begins washing my hair without asking. I’m grateful for the help. “Mr. Aleksander loves your hair. He play with your hair. Sweet to watch him care for you. He will let you get away with too much. Better you rest. Not up moving around.”
“Did he…not leave me?”
She shakes her head, confirming what I wondered when he talked about finally sleeping now that I was awake. “He stay by your bed. All night and day. You sleep better when he did that. Sometimes he in his office then he come back to sit with you.” Her hands are gentle as they squeeze water from my hair.
