Page 54 of Game of Revenge
When Alejandro finished the soup, I moved the tray to the table. “I have to change your bandage again. We need to avoid another infection.”
Alejandro acquiesced and let me unwrap him and start disinfecting the wound before wrapping it back up with new bandages. He was scrutinizing my every move. I was trying to not get distracted by his inviting golden-tan chest or those arms that made me feel so protected when they held me close. His eyes caught mine when I looked up.
“What?” I asked, feeling a bit defensive.
“I love watching how you take care of me,” he admitted.
His honesty tore me apart. He wasn’t mocking me this time; he was letting me in.
Against my better judgment, I leaned toward him and kissed him. I felt his breathing immediately accelerate as he held my face to pull me closer to him. Heat rose up my body, trying to consume me, as I enjoyed the warm taste of his tongue in my mouth. My hands went up to his face, wanting to hold him there forever, but I gently leaned backward. I didn’t want to make him tired. I got up from the bed, clearing my throat, avoiding eye contact.
“You should rest,” I said. “We don’t want your fever to rise again.”
I brought him the last pill that he needed to take on a full stomach, as well as the multi-vitamins. I moved the pillows and helped him lean back.
I could tell Alejandro was fighting it, but the last medication was supposed to help him relax and rest. After a few minutes, Alejandro was snoring. Satisfied with myself, I checked the time. It was nearly noon, too early to sleep even if I was tired, so I decided to take a better look around.
I ventured into his closet to get him a change of clothes and glared at some of the women's clothing I found there as well. I needed a change of clothes too, but I had too much pride to try those on. By the size, they would probably not fit me. They probably belonged to Elena, I thought as the vise of jealousy coursed through my veins.
I gave myself a house tour. There were three good-sized bedrooms and three comfortable bathrooms on the second floor as well as a laundry room. There was a smaller bedroom and bathroom by the kitchen on the first floor with a separate living room, as well as a half bathroom in the shared area. There was a three-hundred-sixty-degree balcony going around the second floor and gorgeous patios outside of every room on the first floor.
The side of the house that faced the ocean had many glass sliding doors, giving one the illusion that they were right there on the beach. There were two gorgeous living rooms, a reading room, a dining room, and an exercise room.
The house was simple yet gorgeous, and had a peaceful atmosphere throughout. All the light-blue, light-green, and white colors were carefully selected to create a vacation ambiance with some paintings bringing a rush of peaceful colors in certain rooms. This house was a beach lover's dream come true.
I spent some time in the kitchen, cooking chicken soup. I would eventually make him some hearty meals, but for now, he needed to regain his strength and stay hydrated.
I went back upstairs and picked the room closest to his as mine. It was time to shower, so after taking his temperature again, I borrowed a pair of boxers from his closet, as well as the smallest short-sleeve white shirt I could find. I put my jeans in the washer and placed my underwear and white shirt in the bathroom sink with some water, soap, and Clorox to soak for a bit.
As my clothes were getting cleaned, I took the time for a proper shower. The bathroom was, of course, equipped like a hotel, fully ready for unexpected guests. I put my jeans back on when they were ready and dry. I managed as best as I could with Alejandro’s shirt, tying the bottom in a knot right above my hips in the back. The shirt kept falling over one of my elbows, but it would have to do for now. My shirt was clean but was still stained with blood, and it would take a bit more time to fix that. I found a bottle of hair mousse to help control my unruly curls. I looked at my figure in the mirror.
I could see the dark circles under my eyes, and my smile lines showed. My face reflected the whirlwind of a mess my life had been since my dreaded birthday party, which seemed so silly now. So much had changed in the past few months of captivity, and I didn’t really recognize myself. I remembered my life before, but it felt like I was watching a movie of myself, unable to distinguish reality from fiction.
After I composed myself, my feet took me back to Alejandro’s room to check on him. His temperature was completely back to normal, and relief that the worst seemed to be behind him washed over me. There was no blood on the bandages for once.
I lay down on the bed next to him. I loved seeing him at peace like this, no frowning, just pure invigorating sleep. Every single feature on this man was perfect, created by the devil himself to drive my senses wild. I lay there, enjoying his masculinity without scrutiny or interruptions.
Chapter 23
When I opened my eyes later in the evening, I panicked as Alejandro was no longer next to me. I didn’t know how long I had slept for, but I could see the sun setting, it’s gorgeous orange light covering all the furniture with a soft glow.
As I got up, Alejandro was coming out of the bathroom. He had clearly showered and found a way to put a pair of beige linen pants and a white linen shirt on himself. I rushed to him as he was wincing with every step he took.
“What did you do?!” I squealed, putting his arm around my neck to provide him support.
“I can’t just lie there like this.”
“Showers can wait!” I retorted. “No strained efforts, remember? Are you bleeding?”
“No, don’t worry about me,” he said.
When he sat down on the bed, I lifted his shirt a bit. Yes, of course, he was bleeding a little, and he had gotten the bandage wet. I closed my eyes for a minute, trying to control the urge to slap him back to a fever. I quickly took the bandage off, medicated the wound, and put a fresh, dry bandage on, ignoring his grunts and the wonderful fresh soap scent on his skin. I checked the time on the phone. It was almost seven p.m. Ignoring Alejandro's slightly frustrated gaze, I grabbed some of his pills and gave him a few to swallow.
“Don’t move,” I ordered before I left the room.
I heated up the soup, toasted some bread with butter, and brought it to him.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I asked, watching him eat with a satisfying appetite.