Page 28 of Trapping His Angel
He probably couldn’t get it up if he wanted to.
“What’s so funny?” Benedikt asked as he soaped a rag.
I realized there was a small smile on my face. I hadn’t noticed my muscles moving at all. “Oh, nothing,” I mumbled.
The world wouldn’t notice if I stopped existing.My mind strayed with that intrusive thought.
“Don’t do that,” Benedikt demanded, snapping me out of my negative mind. “If I ask you something, I want to know the brutal truth. Don’t hide from me.”
Startled, I responded, “Is that a rule?”
“Yes,” Benedikt didn’t even hesitate.
“Alright then.” I could follow simple rules. I wouldn’t be here for long, but while I was here, I wouldn’t disappoint him.
“I can get you anything you want. I just want to know where you are,” Benedikt said.
“Why?” I didn’t understand why he would even care.
“You’ll understand soon.”
My head throbbed, and I reached up to rub it. Benedikt’s eye focused on my head. “Are you in pain?”
I nodded, although it didn’t make my head feel any better.
“I’ll feed you as soon as we finish cleaning,” Benedikt vowed.
Confused, I asked again, “Why are you doing this?”
Benedikt shrugged as he finished washing my body. “You’re mine.”
I shook my throbbing head, feeling it worsen. “No, I have to go back to my family and marry someone. I think that’s what’s supposed to happen, right? Valentina told me.”
Benedikt frowned. “She shouldn’t be telling you anything about business. But that’s no longer the plan.”
I felt my anxiety creeping up on me again. “What is the plan then?”
Benedikt gave me a gentle look. “I will tell you as soon as you need to know. Right now, you need to focus on healing.”
I wanted to scream that I wasn’t a child. That he could tell me exactly what was coming for me next. Was it death? Did my fiancé no longer want me? Did my family decide I wasn’t worth it?
All this negativity swirling in my mind distracted me as Benedikt dried my body off. He threw a t-shirt over me, without me even realizing we were in the closet. He held someyoga pants up and then tossed them to the side. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of blue panties.
He helped me step into them and slid them up my body. Heat ran through me from his touch on my bare skin. Benedikt grabbed a soft skirt and had me slip it on. He winked once I was dressed, uncaring that he was still wearing a wet towel.
It took him no time at all to throw on sweatpants and a t-shirt. I was numb, standing in the closet, barely registering that he was getting dressed. He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the room down to the kitchen.
His large, calloused fingers gripped mine tightly, as we walked into the kitchen together. My stomach made a small sound from the smells swirling in the air.
“You haven’t eaten since yesterday,” he growled.
A bright feeling in the center of my chest bloomed from him remembering something so unimportant about me. Who remembered when the last time I ate was? I couldn’t remember anyone caring about me like that.
He sat me down and nudged a servant out of his way, his commanding presence making all the staff work almost in double time, as if they were trying to impress him. I wondered if being under the roof of one of the most notorious killers, according to Valentina, made Benedikt paranoid.
Why else would he make my food for me?
Clearly he believed I was going to be poisoned. What my delusional brain took as care, was just him doing his job, as my assigned bodyguard. Warden. Whatever the Brotherhood wanted to call it.