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Chapter 5

 

After the amazing sex, I don’t know what to expect. A part of me is worried that now the real fun will begin, and by
fun
I mean the opposite, like his crazy side will come out and he’ll tie me to the toilet and pee on me. Trust me, it’s happened.

But it
doesn’t. And he is perfectly gentlemanly. Again. He gives me one of his t-shirts, and after we clean up he asks if I want to watch a movie.  

“Okay,” I agree
. Then think better of it. “Are you sure you don’t want me to leave? Let you have your privacy? I don’t want to intrude.”

He grins
, flashing his dimple. “I’d love it if you stayed. Maybe, after the movie, we could go another round?” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

“Deal,” I say, thinking I finally understand. He wants more, but he needs some down time. I’m
more than happy to oblige.

We choose
a movie together, some romantic comedy. He pats a spot on the couch next to him. We eat cheese and snuggle under a blanket for an hour. It’s a cute movie, but all I can think about it the way he touched me. The feelings he brought out, and what he has planned next.

I get my answer
.

John leans in and covers my mouth with his lips. He tastes like wine and cheese. I push him back on the couch and straddle him. My hands run through his hair, and I press my pussy into his
pajama pants. He’s already hard and I rock into him, using the cloth between us as protection.

We make out for a long time.

It’s fun. Something I don’t normally do. Something I haven’t done in years. And I’m in ecstasy.
I could kiss his amazing lips forever
, I think, gently biting his lower lip.

Her growls and suckles my tongue, taking it into his mouth.

I sigh happily.

A part of
me worries that Fileze was just messing with me. That such an amazing experience can’t be what he had in mind as a payoff. But I’m making the most of every minute.

John is shirtless and I take the opportunity to explore his toned chest and run my fingers over his exceptional abs. He removes my shirt a
nd I press my breasts into him, my hardened nipples rubbing against his tanned skin.

“I’ll go get a condom,” I say
after a few more minutes and jump off him.

“Hurry.”
He slaps me on the ass teasingly as I move past him and I giggle. Fucking
giggle
. It isn’t a sound I usually hear coming from myself.

I run through the living room and the glorious view into the bedroom, where the bed is rumpled and probably still wet, and into the bathroom where I left my condoms.

What I hadn’t planned on was the floor still being wet. My foot catches a patch of water and I go down, my head smacking against the marble floor.

“Ouch
. Shit.” I try to rise, but a wave of dizziness overwhelms me, and I have to lie back down.

“Dammit,
” I say. It feels like I’m in a tunnel. The lights in the bathroom are still on. It’s a shimmering chandelier.
Sparkly
, I think. Everything gets blurry. I close my eyes. 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

When I open my eyes I notice right away I’m not with John anymore. I’m in a
room. There’s an IV in my hand. I try to sit up and notice I’m wearing a hospital gown.

“Shit. How did this happen?”

There’s movement to the left and I turn my head. John is there. He stands and walks over. “Are you alright?”

“I don’t know. What happened?” I ask again.

“Don’t you remember? You went to get a condom. We were…” He trails off and runs a hand through his hair. It’s almost dry and he’s wearing the t-shirt I had on before he took it off me, as well as a pair of jeans. He looks amazing. “You must’ve slipped and hit your head. When I came in you were unconscious. You fucking scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m so sorry.” Shit. Shit. Shit. I can’t believe I was so stupid. That’s what I get for allowing myself to have fun. Forgetting our time together was my job. “I’m so sorry,” I say again.

He sits on the bed and grabs the hand that doesn’t have a needle in it. “Don’t be sorry. It wasn’t your fault. Last night—” he pauses and smiles, his dimple appearing in all its glory. “Was amazing. At least up until I had to call nine-one-one.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” My head feels like a freight train is running through it and it’s all I can think about. “I’ll pay you back, I swear.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry about it.” Then his perfect features turn worried. “There is something you should know.”

“Oh, shit. What else did I do?”

John squeezes my hand. “Nothing. Please don’t worry about it. It’s just…” He clears his throat. “I’m sort of known in this town and well…” he pauses again, rubbing the back of his neck.

“What is it?” Inside I’m freaking out. Fileze said his friend was from out of town. How could he be so known?
Unless he’s mafia. Or some drug lord’s son.
What have I done
, I think, closing my eyes.

He leans in and kisses my cheek. I open my eyes. “There’s pa—”

Before he can finish the doctor and a nurse come in. The nurse is flushed and keeps fiddling with her smock. She shyly glances at John and then at the computer in the corner she’s typing on.


I’m Doctor Evans.” He holds out his hand for John first and then me. I shake it, admiring the smoothness. The doctor is handsome. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Dark skin. “How are you feeling, dear?” the doctor asks, placing the end of the stethoscope on my chest over the hospital gown.

“My head is killing me.” I move my hand to the back of my head and feel the huge lump.

“I’m sure. From what I understand you had a nasty fall.” He gives John a sideways look. There’s a hint of disapproval in his expression and I wonder if he’s worried John hit me.

“Yeah, I’m such a
klutz. I went to grab something in the bathroom and slipped on some water. It was totally my fault.” I give the doctor a sweet smile, one that exudes calm affirmation.

“I see. Well, I’m going to schedule a CAT scan to make sure everything is okay in there.” He points at my head. “If everything’s fine, we’ll release you tomorrow. Sound good?”

I try to shake my head. There’s no way I can afford a CAT scan and I sure as hell don’t want John to pay for it. Not that he would, but I don’t want to put him in the situation. “No. I’m fine. Don’t bother with any scans. Just find me my clothes and I’ll get out of your hair.”

The doctor glances from John back to me. “You aren’t ‘in my hair
,’ dear. This is a hospital, and we need to check you out.”

I sigh heavily and place my chin
on my chest. “I don’t have insurance. I can’t afford any tests. I’ll be alright.”

John squeezes my hand again and I look at him. There’s kindness in his eyes
, genuine affection, and I can’t stand it because it melts some of the ice around my heart. It messes with another one of my rules: don’t fall in love. It’s a simple rule, really. And I’m not in love. Seriously. I’m an idiot, but not that big of a fucking idiot. I don’t believe in the insta-love phenomenon people talk about. Insta-love is code for
I want to fuck your brains out
. Nothing more.

John brushes his thumb along my jaw. Without thinking, I flinch. He notices and pulls his hand away.
“You will get the CAT scan and I will pay for it. You were in my room when this happened and you slipped on my bathroom floor. It’s the least I can do. No arguments. Okay?”

I’m mortified. What will he tell Fileze? Will he make him pay? “I don’t think I need it. Really, my head is feeling better already.” I pull my hand from his and make like I’m going to stand. A wave of dizziness rushes over me and I have to lay back. “In a minute. I swear.”

John whispers in my ear. “I won’t take no for an answer. Got it?”

I nod. I’m in no shape to argue. But I will find a way to pay him back. The whole reason I went to his room last night was to get out from under one obligation. I fucking can’t believe I was stupid enough to find myself in another.

The nurse comes over and fluffs my pillows. Keeping her eyes on John, she says, “If there’s anything you need, anything at all, just let me know.”

John squeezes my hand and gives the nurse a nod. “Excellent. Thank you.”

“I’ll have Amanda bring you something for the pain. And a tech should be here in a while for the CAT scan. In the meantime, stay down, and we’ll bring you something to eat.”

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.” I know from experience they charge an arm and a leg for the food here.

“If she can eat, would you mind if I brought her something?” John asks, winking at the nurse.

“That would be fine,” the doctor says.

John smiles encouragingly.

“Thanks, John,” I say for the benefit of the doctor and the nurse. Once they’re gone I’ll tell him not to bother.

Doctor Evans pats my foot. “We’ll get you fixed up in no time.”

 

 

Chapter 7

 

John wouldn’t take no for an answer on the food. Said he knew a great place
and that he’d bring me back something delicious.

Not too long after he left the techs
came. They switch me to a rolling bed and wheel me down the hall.

As we
go I watch the people around me. An older woman with thin white hair walks with a nurse and an IV drip stand. A man sits in a chair outside a room, clutching his hands together, rocking back and forth. He mumbles something indiscernible. Behind me I hear shouting and the techs stop. They are both male. One is tall and super buff. He looks like a linebacker, not part of the hospital staff.

He glances
at me and then at the other tech. “Give me just a second, Emmett.” Emmett nods. The linebacker pats me on the shoulder. “I’ll be right back. Hold tight.”

“Sure,” I say
, trying to twist around and see what all the ruckus is. I don’t have to though.

A few seconds later, my tech and three other guys hold a beat and bloodied guy. He’s writhing and shouting obscen
ities. They wrestle him into a room and strap him down. A nurse goes in with a needle and shoots it into his arm.

“Sir, what is your name?” I hear the linebacker ask.

“Fileze,” the guy responds with a slur.

My whole body tenses. Holy fuck. The mangled mess of a man is
Fileze the Sleaze.

“What happened?”

“What does it look like, dumb fuck. I got the shit beat out of me. Can someone get me an aspirin? It feels like my head’s going to explode.”

“We’ve already given you something. It’ll kick in any second.”

The nurse walks out shaking her head. She glances at Emmett. The back of the guy’s head is practically gone and he’s swearing and asking for aspirin. He’s lucky to be alive.” She walks down the hall without waiting for a response.

Emmett looks over and shrugs. “Sorry you had to see that.”

I swallow the fear building in my stomach. Who did this? Not that I’m surprised. Fileze is an asshole. And assholes tend to attract other assholes.

Finally the linebacker comes back. “Let’s go.” He starts to push the cart and I get a view of Fileze.

He’s looking right at me. An eerie sneer coats his face. He lifts a hand to his throat and with his first finger slices it across his neck.

“You’re dead,” he mouths.

I clamp a hand over my lips, holding back the scream in my throat. Fileze thinks what happened to him is my fault.

“Don’t look,” Emmett says
. He must think my reaction is to all the blood and the mangled body.

I turn away.
What have I gotten myself into?

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