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“Mary Anne, tells me you wouldn’t use the wheelchair.”

I made an innocent smile at him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine, I guess. I feel naked, though.” I said, motioning to the T-shirt I was wearing.

“Is that a problem?” He smirked.

“Uh, yeah. I didn’t know you had a billion people working in your house when I came downstairs basically naked.”

“You can do whatever you want in my house.”

The words sent a shiver up my spine. I started to get up.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I don’t know, but I’m done here.”

Damian pulled the wheelchair up next to me.

“No way.” I hobbled around it.

“No?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yup, nope, I’m good.” I ground out as I made my way around him.

“Have it your way.”

I whirled around. “Damian, don’t you dare!”

It was too late. Damian grabbed me in one swift motion and threw me over his shoulder.

“Damian, put me down.” I hissed.

“Not a chance, love. Can’t have you fucking up your feet anymore than they already are.”

“Damian, my whole ass is out.” I breathed, struggling to wiggle out of his grip.

“Perfect.” He carried me back up the stairs with long easy strides.

“Your staff is going to see.” I hissed.

“They don’t care.”

“I do.” I grunted out.

He reached up and pulled the shirt over my head, his fingers grazing down my back as they came back down.

I gasped, trying to untangle the huge shirt from around my head.

“There. Nowyoudon’t have to see.”

“If you don’t put me down, I’m gonna–”

“What are you gonna do, love? Hmm?”

I grumbled a low exasperated noise in the back of my throat.

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