Chapter 20 Ignacio
Cursing my still-healing body, I struggle to get out of the fucking bed.
I manage to sit up and swing my legs around, but have to stop and catch my breath.
Fuck. Still, I refuse to give up. There’s a walker with wheels on it across the bedroom, and that’s my goal.
Of course, it’s next to that fucking wheelchair. I just…need to get there.
Grunting, I stand up and, for a moment, black spots dance in my vision as dizziness overtakes me.
I blink repeatedly, but it doesn’t help at all.
Fuck. Gritting my teeth, I get my breathing under control and carefully step forward.
My legs hold me, so far so good. I waver on my next step, and hiss as my legs almost buckle.
I need the damn walker because I will make it to Roman.
Forcing my body to listen to me, I manage two more steps…
almost halfway there. Maybe. Fuck, how large is this damn room?
I gulp in air, trying to ignore that I'm feeling like a brand new baby deer or some shit, and lurch forward. I make it maybe three more feet before my knees suddenly give out. I put my hands out, hoping to catch myself, because Dr. Ranlen is going to be fucking pissed at me.
“Fuck!” I yelp as two strong arms catch me around the middle before I can crash into the ground.
The person towering above me snorts and helps me stand. “You have quite the way to go before you’ll be fucking.”
Fucking. Jayden. I’m so screwed.
Swallowing, I meet his intense brown eyes, flinching internally. Fuck. He pretty much picks me up and takes me over to the bed, dumping me unceremoniously.
“Holy shit, that hurt!”
“Suck it up, Princess. That was the one save you get from me. Next time, I’ll let you fall.
” He glances down at his fingernails, frowning, and I wonder if I made him chip his nails.
If I did, am I supposed to apologize? Fuck.
He turns his attention back to me, pursing his lips as he studies me.
“I don’t have the time or patience to deal with idiots.
I thought you were supposed to be one of the smarter ones, but you keep proving me wrong. ”
Hissing, I glare at him, but it does nothing. He merely quirks his eyebrow, waiting. I grit my teeth and spit out, “My love’s father was injured. I want to check in on Roman.”
“Perhaps you’re familiar with this thing called a phone?” Jayden crosses his arms, sneering at me.
I growl as I try—and fail—to push myself into a more comfortable position. The little strength I had is gone. “And do you see a phone anywhere nearby?”
Jayden’s unimpressed gaze does nothing to calm my ire. “Then you could have waited until you were checked on. After all, I did say I’d be here frequently. Unless your goal was to get my attention. In which case, congrats. You’re on my shitlist, Princess. Didn’t take you long.”
Shaking my head, I blow out a breath. All I wanted to do was get to Roman and hold him.
I did not want to deal with another sadist. I’ve had enough of those in my life.
Although, I am mildly impressed. For someone with ginger hair, he certainly doesn’t have the famous redheaded temper I’ve heard about.
Control. Every inch of him screams it. It unsettles me, but I force myself to ignore it.
“Then give me a phone so I can at least call Roman and check on him.”
Jayden merely waves my demand away. “Behave and I’ll see what I can do. Right now, you need to be more concerned about healing than trying to be there for someone else.”
“Fuck. Then can we get to work so I can get out of this damn bed and get on with my life?” I go to run my fingers through my hair, but wince at the movement.
Jayden’s unamused stare shouldn’t be so damn hot, but fuck. I’m beginning to wonder if I have a physical therapist kink, because his lean, muscular frame and intimidating asshole vibes somehow does it for me. When he smirks, I know I’m fucked.
“How about this? Be a good little boy, Princess, and maybe I’ll let you choke on my cock, since you can’t seem to take your eyes off it.”
Swallowing, I pull my attention away from his way too tight pants, and retort, “I’m Roman’s. There’s no chance I’m going to fuck that up. I love him.”
He snorts, rolling his eyes. “I don’t want your feelings, but I’m up for a good time as a reward, if you listen. Right now, there’s no chance you’ll earn my cock.”
“What—”
“Nope. Not arguing with you. Get some rest, stop being a fucking idiot, and I’ll consider helping you out.” With that, he whirls around and strides out, his pert ass looking way too good on the way. Fuck.
I try to get comfortable in the bed, but every inch of me hurts. The least they could do is put a television or something in here, because it’s fucking boring to stare at the walls.
Closing my eyes, I bring up Roman’s face in my mind, and I ache for him.
He’s so strong, but dammit, I want to be there for him, and I’m stuck here.
Maybe I can convince whoever brings my next meal to give me a phone…
Anything to be connected again. Right now, I’d even take my chances with Leandro, just so long as I can see Roman.