Chapter 10
Leah
Wilson is tapping his foot, waiting for me to answer. "So?"
He's been bugging me for an hour about moving back to the mansion.
The truth is, I do want to go back. But I want Allister's read first, and he's already on his way home. Just knowing it has my stomach in knots. If I can hold Wilson off a little longer, Allister will be here, and we can talk it through.
"It's time to go back, and I will. Just a couple more days. I want the last of the legal mess settled first so my life can be as hassle-free as possible. Surely you understand that? Simon's already taken his deal, and the rest is just loose ends getting tied up. After that, I'll go back."
He doesn't meet my eyes, but his jaw clenches. I don't know why this matters to him so much. "You need to be back at the house. That's all I'm saying." He sighs and shakes his head. "Henrietta told me to tell you to take your medicine."
Furious heat floods up my neck. I'm so tired of them treating me like a child.
"I'm not taking it! I told Henrietta that, and she knows it.
Not anymore, not ever. She is not in charge.
I took those for too long. Simon forced them down my throat for years, and I'm done.
I'll tell you the same thing I told her: I'd rather live with the pain.
Besides, with the therapy Allister set up, my legs are getting better.
It hurts less than it ever has, and it'll keep getting better.
I won't take them, Wilson, so don't even try.
Every time I look at those pills, I think of the person who killed Mom and Dad.
Those pills are why my parents are dead. "
Wilson looks dumbfounded. He closes the cabinet and comes back to the table, where I'm sitting with my laptop open.
I slap it closed. The scene on the screen is the ending of the book I'm writing for Allister, and no one gets to see it but him.
Besides, I don't want to read it myself right now.
I'm not exactly in the mood. Wilson sighs, but he shrugs and drops into a chair, and I make myself breathe.
It's not his fault, I remind myself. He's just doing as he's told.
"Wilson, I'm sorry, that was uncalled for.
I'm fine. Actually, I want to lie down for a while.
I'm tired, and it's making me snippy. I don't think I'll need you for the rest of the day.
Allister's coming by soon anyway, so he can drive me anywhere I need.
Take the rest of the day off. You deserve it. "
Wilson crinkles his nose. "I'm not sure I should. I mean, are you sure you want him here? You barely know him, Leah. I don't like how he's weaseled his way in with you so fast. Don't you think it's awfully coincidental? First May and Decker, then Allister starts showing you all this attention?"
"Sure. Exactly. Coincidental, nothing more."
He rubs his head, dragging his fingers through his short red hair, and sighs. I know he's just being protective, and I appreciate it. I really do. But it's also starting to get on my nerves. If he doesn't leave soon, I swear I'm going to start screaming.
"Wilson, I'm fine. You need to stop worrying about me so much.
I am a big girl. I know that's hard for you to grasp, and I get it.
You've looked after me, and I appreciate everything you've done.
Go, please. I'm going to take a nap. I didn't sleep much last night, and I want to be ready when Allister gets back. "
Wilson grumbles under his breath and heads out the front door without a goodbye. I wait a moment to be sure he's gone, then flip open the laptop to finish the last few sentences of the story. Allister wanted it steamy, and the more I wrote, the more I discovered I have one darn filthy mind.
"That's the highest honor I've ever had, babe. Look, your blood on my cock."
Allister leans down to take my mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, stealing my breath, before he pulls back and brushes the hair off my forehead. He's lying next to me, my body still shivering from the orgasms.
Ugh, it's not good, but that's where I wanted the story to end. Right after our first time together. I never really imagined what my first time would be like. And I certainly never expected it to be with another virgin. It's perfect that we both waited for the right one.
Well, I didn't exactly have a choice. But Allister? Knowing he's never been with a woman makes me swoon. And to know that he wants me?
Well, perfect book boyfriend. And he's real.