Chapter 5
Mi Casa Es Su Casa
Roman
I wasn't sure what was going through my head when I offered to help her wash the blood off. I was supposed to kick her out, but Jesus Christ, how was I just going to throw this angel out onto the street?
She had nothing. She looked so young and so broken. I wasn't used to seeing women like this. I spent time with different women, and I mostly despised them all. But her…she didn’t have a bad bone in her body.
I hoped it was inconspicuous—the way I meticulously studied her body and skin. Her injuries looked brutal, and I could tell she must have been in immense pain, but she hid it well. But when she started bawling like that, standing half-wet and half-naked in my shower, I had no idea what to do.
Fuck. I hated crying women, but seeing her cry in front of me didn't make me angry. It made me want to take her into my arms and cradle her and just never let her go. I would tell her it would all be okay, and I would help her fix everything, and the pain would go away.
Against my better judgement, I reached out and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. She flinched at my touch but didn't stop crying or pull away.
Why did she say she was nameless? She had a beautiful name that suited her perfectly. Gorgeous, mysterious, different, original...just like her.
Oh God no, I did it. I pulled her into a hug and pressed her against my chest, walking into the wet shower now.
Fuck, this felt too good. She was so small and timid.
Yeah, okay, I was a big guy, but she felt tiny in my arms. I completely enveloped her.
Her whole body shuddered as she pressed against me, quietly sobbing into her hands.
I would have been lying if I said I didn't want to stay like that for all eternity. Full-out fucking lying. Something about her just made me melt inside. Ugh. This was not good.
"Hey, listen...it's okay." I tried to make a sentence.
"Life changes quickly. Things will straighten out. I promise, okay? You’ll get your ID back and get new things and a new home.
" This was my guilt speaking, and I tried to convince myself more than her, since I was the reason she lost everything.
"It's just tough to see that right now."
She quieted down and raised her puffy, beautiful eyes at me. Dear Jesus, I almost ran my hand down her face and cupped her cheek. I just wanted her to feel better, and she looked so sad.
"Why are you being so nice to me? You don't even know me,” she whispered, and that question took me by surprise. Why was I being so nice? I didn't have an answer.
"You want me to kick you out into the street in your underwear?
" I tried to make the question humorous, and it worked; a small angelic smile graced her lips.
Oh no, making her smile felt truly amazing.
It was a warm feeling that radiated throughout me, and I wanted to do that again and again and forever.
"I guess not,” she admitted quietly. My arm was still around her, like I couldn’t let go.
"You want to take a real shower? And then when you're done, come eat something?
" Oh my fucking God, who was I?! Clearly, my brain had melted at some point between last night and now. I had to pull it together. Quickly, I let go of her and stepped back. “I’ll leave some clean clothes on your bed and make you something to eat. Come to the kitchen after.”
I left her in the shower and went to change. This was becoming too much. I just found out her name five minutes ago, and here I was, hugging her in the shower and feeding her and fucking ready to live with her for the rest of my life. What the actual fuck got into me?
I needed a fuck, and I needed it fast. I just needed to get it out of my system.
I called one of my regular girls—Lisa—who was great at sucking me off, and she picked up right away.
I had zero interest in her, but she was pretty and did what I told her, and as I said, she could shove it really far down her throat.
I instructed her to meet me in my office at nine in the evening, and without hesitation, she agreed. I jumped in the shower, and within five minutes, I was already changed and preparing a plate of food for my unexpected visitor, eager to get out of my own house.
Isla appeared in the kitchen wearing the clothes I set out for her. Fuck. There was no denying it now; she looked super fucking cute in my clothes, and I hated myself for thinking that again.
"I have to go, but before I leave, let me bandage your legs, and I'll put something on the cuts.”
"Okay, thanks." Her response was timid as she leaned onto the counter and shut her eyes, her long wet hair falling on her shoulders in waves. Of course, she couldn’t sit down, barely holding herself up.
"Can I help with something?" she asked kindly.
Oh great. She seemed like a good person too. Fuck my life.
"No, it's okay; it's all done anyway."
I placed a plate of food in front of her and observed how she just stood there and looked down at it. Slowly, she picked up her fork and began eating, still leaning on the counter with one hand.
"How did you find me last night? Why were you there?" she suddenly asked after her first bite while I just stared at her. Shit. I was hoping that somehow, she wouldn't ask that, but obviously, she wanted to know how exactly I happened to be there at the right time.
"I was driving by and saw the house go up in flames, so I stopped, and then I saw someone climb out of the window, and it was you," I lied in one breath, but she looked up at me and pierced me with her wholesome and pure eyes, full of disbelief.
"Really? I saw someone standing at the side of the building right before I smashed the window and inhaled a ton of smoke. Was that you?" She questioned. I kind of liked how straightforward and honest she was.
Amazing, I began picking up on all the little things about her.
"No. Must have been someone else." I tried to brush it off but knew it was the lamest excuse in the world. She was silent for a bit while she slowly chewed.
"Mm. How many people do you think just hang out beside a house going up in flames?" she asked.
"Are you accusing me of lying?" I responded strongly, and her eyes met mine, full of fear and apprehension.
"No...I'm just—I’m just trying to figure out what happened."
I mean, she had every right to find out what happened, but I wasn't about to tell her who was responsible for it.
"I'm going to leave this for later, okay? I just want to lie down for a bit." She pushed the plate away and spoke gently again. She only had three small bites of food; it must have been too painful to stand.
"Come on. I'll put gauze on your cuts and go." I was ready to get the hell away from her before I did something stupid.
"No, it's okay. I'll do it myself." She tried to reject my help, but I knew she couldn't do anything herself.
"Don't argue. Come on."
Very slowly, she followed me into her room. I momentarily left her to get some pain meds, but she began refusing again. She clearly didn't know that I didn't take no for an answer.
"Take the pills, or I will make you. You need help right now. What are you? A masochist? Just take the fucking painkiller." Goddamn it, she looked so fucking delicious and cuddly in my shirt and boxers; it was hard to focus.
A thought ran through me at the speed of light: that's what she would look like if she were my girlfriend. No! No, what the fuck?! I didn't do girlfriends and relationships!
Snap the fuck out of it.
"No, it's okay; the pain will go away if I fall asleep." She refused again, but I was done arguing. I roughly grabbed her jaw, pressing into her cheeks until her mouth opened from the pressure. I couldn't stop myself! I wanted to touch her somehow, and this was an opportunity that I took.
Sweet Jesus, her mouth open from my touch, her eyes staring up at me—fuck, she looked so good, too good. Her presence in my house was completely clouding my brain.
I didn't know what got into me. I wasn't used to disobedience. I placed the pill on her wet and warm tongue and, still holding her jaw, passed her a glass of water with the other hand.
"Drink and swallow. And don't make me do that again." I stepped a little closer, and there was something in her gaze that really made me regret doing that. She didn't look scared; no, she looked with provocation, not submission.
Her dainty hand swatted mine, and her tongue pulled back into her mouth. Yeah, I almost passed out at seeing that. With sharp movements, she grabbed the glass and drank it all to the last drop, never looking away from me.
"Don't fucking do that again. Or I will kick you in the balls.
When I can move my legs again." She chuckled and completely disoriented me.
I really didn't know who or what Isla was like, and her personality seemed contradictory. She was meek and timid one minute, and then the next, she promised to hurt me. I would’ve loved to fucking see that.
"Get on the bed. I don't have all night to babysit you." I barked back.
"You don't have to babysit me at all. I can do it myself; I told you,” she responded sweetly. God-fucking-damn it, she was a paragon of virtue.
"Like hell you can. Look at yourself; you can barely stand." At these words, she slowly stepped back and lay down on her stomach obediently.
Oh, what a sight. Immediately, my head flooded with dirty images. I imagined her beneath me, ass up, face down, and me fucking pounding into her with no mercy. Her ass was so juicy, and I imagined my hands on her, smacking and squeezing it, and her moaning at my touch.
I shut my eyes for a second and breathed through the intrusive thoughts. The images dissipated, and I stepped closer to her, ready to douse her in whatever ointment would help her heal.
As soon as my fingers made contact with her skin, she propped herself up on her elbows but dropped her head. "Ow, ow, ow!" she whined loudly. I continued on, ignoring the pressure in my crotch.
"See? I told you pain meds were a good idea." I chastised her while she winced loudly.
"Sometimes bad ideas are worth exploring too—Jesus Christ! Are you digging your nails into me? What the fuck!" She spoke forcefully, but I didn't miss her first sentence.
"Sorry. Almost done." My answer was distracted, my mind still going over her bad ideas comment. I had a thousand bad ideas in my head, forcefully stopping myself from acting on them.
Her loud sigh filled up the room as soon as I was done, and she slumped down on the bed, almost shaking. She really did take pain very well. I cut myself off at that thought and headed to the bathroom to wash the cream off my hands.
Lost in my thoughts, I wondered what Isla's soft skin would feel like on mine. I saw she washed her panties and neatly hung them on the bathtub ledge. Damn, I forgot she had absolutely nothing, not even panties. Tomorrow morning, I'd order her some clothes.
"Okay, sleep well. If you need anything, mi casa es su casa, don't be shy." I headed straight for the door, avoiding landing my eyes on her again.
"Okay. Thank you, Roman. I really appreciate your kindness and generosity." She spoke genuinely and looked up at me with a small smile.
Ugh. I hated myself. I wasn’t kind or generous. I was a full-out monster.
"No problem. Good night." I shut the door and left the poor girl to rest, noticing how her smile faded.