44. Sex-Ban
SEX-BAN
CHELSEA
M y heavy eyelids closed on their own. My head dropped, but I jerked myself awake, squirming in the chair.
I eyed the yarn in my lap and sighed. I couldn’t focus on crocheting and kept getting frustrated with a loop.
I fought off a yawn, keeping my drowsy eyes on Sean.
His heart rate seemed normal. Keeping away the yarn, I leaned close to hold his hand, stroking his bruised knuckles.
He had gotten shot because the man who had kidnapped me wanted to shoot me. But Sean had covered me, taking the bullet in his back and passing out.
He was wearing a bullet vest under his shirt, but the bullet grazed the edge of the vest and caught him in the shoulder.
Sean passed out from the blood loss because it nicked a major vein.
Thankfully, we had reached the hospital in time, and Cillian told me Sean was a hard-ass—his words, not mine—so he’d heal in no time.
I would believe it when I see it.
It had been two hours, but he hadn’t opened his eyes. It was half-past nine, and even though exhaustion made me lethargic, I wanted to make sure he was okay.
He saved me with the FBI, who had arrested all the people involved. I only knew that Sean had helped my dad by signing him up in a rehab, and he kept hired guards around my apartment to keep my mom, Noah and even Rory safe.
My eyes burned with tears, remembering what he had said to me before passing out. You’re safe .
He had a pale face and blood streaked all over his back. I didn’t remember the blood staining my jeans, top, and arms. Even now, the jeans remained caked with dried blood. My eyes swelled with tears when I looked at them.
The hospital door opened, and I turned around to see a figure stepping in. A lady with a worried expression on her face. I stood up from the chair when she went directly to the side of his bed and frowned.
“H-he is doing better now,” I said, feeling small in front of her even though I was taller than her. She had an air of power and grace that put me on edge.
She fixed a glare on me. “Better? In a hospital room?” She tsked and sat down on the chair I had occupied before. “My son has always been like this. A stupid fool in love.”
I swallowed, fidgeting with my fingers and wondering if I should leave them alone. I was about to leave when she stopped me and asked me to sit down beside her. I followed her command.
She eyed me, her eyes trailing over my clothes, and sighed. “He is stupid. My sun,” she whispered, patting his hand and turning to face me. I straightened up, my mouth dry.
Sean had only talked about his family in passing, his mom being nosy with his life, and dad working internationally. He always had a small smile whenever he talked about them, promising me I would meet them soon.
“You know Liza?” I blinked and slowly nodded when she continued. “She couldn’t handle the love Sean had for her. You see, he’s obsessive. Even when he was a kid, he took care of his things to the point of breaking them. Never sharing his toys and always keeping them in order.”
My eyes trailed down to her warm papery hand wrapping around mine. Why was she telling me this?
“If you want to be with him, you’ll have to learn to receive his love, Chelsea. Even when he gets like this,” she said, shaking his head at his unconscious body. “He had briefly talked about someone he’s dating.”
Her hand squeezed mine as she said, “I’m glad it’s you.”
I felt relieved at the warm look on her face and covered my mouth when I saw his fingers twitch. My eyes snapped at his face and found him smiling at us. This idiot .
“Amma,” he croaked.
My eyes widened when she pinched his cheek and smacked his hand. “Amma! Ow! I’m hurt!” He exclaimed when she yelled at him in a rushed voice, making her worry about him at her age and going around and getting shot.
“You still haven’t given me any grandchildren yet!” she said, smacking his hand again, making him groan and pout.
“Amma, I just woke up. Can’t you be nicer to me?” He whined, rubbing his arm.
I giggled, seeing them banter. After a couple of minutes, his mom left, scolding him once more.
“I like her,” I said with a smile before meeting his eyes.
“You dummy.” Tears welled in my eyes. I tightened my hold on his hand.
“I hate you,” I cried out, wrapping my arms around his neck. I kissed his cheek when he let out a small groan and decided to scold him once the doctors make sure he was doing okay. Standing on my shaky legs, I called the nurse.
Sean was pouting when the nurse checked his vitals. I stepped out of the room as his doctor went in, my vision blurry with tears.
“Is he okay?”
I looked up to see my mom, her worried look making my heart clench. She had been talking with Sean’s mom.
I nodded. “His vitals look better.”
She sighed in relief. “That’s good.”
We all sat down outside his private suite room. Yes, Sean was admitted in a private hospital room that was as big as his master bedroom.
Awkward silence fell over us, tension hovering in the air. Noticing it, Sean’s mother went to get some coffee. My mom had scratched a guy pretty badly when they tried to kidnap me. Despite our differences, she cared about me.
“I’m sorry.” We both said in unison. My eyes widened, and I let out a nervous chuckle. Tucking a lock of hair behind my ear, I said, “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier, Mom.”
Her warm hand squeezed my hand. Her eyes were gentle when she looked at me, wiping the tears from my cheek. “My sunflower.” Her tone almost brought me to tears again. “I… I’m sorry I doubted your feelings.”
She blinked and shook her head. “I don’t understand the age gap between you two.” I held my breath when she continued, “But I understand that he cares for you. If he didn’t… you would get shot and?—”
She closed her eyes. “I still need time to… to wrap my head around you and Sean.”
I smiled and hugged her, breathing in her homely scent. “Thank you, Mom.” I pulled away and said, “I promise I won’t hide anything from you.”
She smiled, patting my head. “Tell me how you two met.”
My smile froze. You see, mom, I was strapped for cash, so I signed up to be a server in a strip club wearing tiny clothes and he asked me to kneel for him. And I did. For a few grand. He took me to his penthouse, fed me, and let me sleep in his guest room without making any sexual advances .
I swallowed and was about to reply when the doctor and nurse came out with a frown. “Is there someone named Princess here? He won’t shut up about seeing her.”
I smiled sheepishly with my cheeks burning and walked in the room. My heartbeat started racing seeing him sitting up on the hospital bed and scowling at the bandage wrapped around his left shoulder and torso. His bed head made him look young and almost boyish.
“Princess,” he beamed, seeing me and his eyes trailed down to the blood stained on my jeans. Thankfully, Mom had brought me a new tee shirt while Noah stayed at my apartment with Rory. “Are you hurt?”
I glared at him, flicking his forehead. “How can you ask me that when you’re the one who got shot?” My bottom lip quivered. “I hate you. You broke my promise and got hurt. Do you know how scared I was? I thought you— I hate you .”
I couldn’t even say the word.
His dark eyes kept looking at me. I felt vulnerable in front of his stare and looked away. “Come here, Princess.” He called me softly and dammit, I couldn’t stay away or hate him for much longer.
Sean held my hand and pulled me up on the bed, which was big enough for two. I didn’t let him sit me on his lap, even though he gave me his puppy eyes. He pouted, but changed his tone when I glared at him. “I’m sorry for scaring you, Chelsea, but I never broke your promise.”
I raised my brows, nodding at the bandage that was wrapped around his upper body.
“I promised you that my fingers or cock won’t get hurt,” Sean smirked. “And I kept my promise.”
God, he is such a lawyer!
I gave him a look and deadpanned, “You’re on a sex-ban.”
“ What? ” His smirk fell. “Hey! That’s not fair! You promised me the sloppiest blow job, and I’ve been dreaming— mmgh .”
I shut him up the only way I knew he would. By kissing him softly. Cupping his jaw, I slanted my head and gently claimed his lips before pulling back. I always felt warm and safe around him. Only he made me feel that way.
“If you get hurt again, I will kill you, Daddy,” I threatened him.
He smiled against my lips and kissed me. “Whatever you say, Princess.”
Our kiss turned clumsy, but before it could lead to anything else, I had to say it.
“I love you,” I said, looking into his dark eyes.
“I love you, Sean. I thought I had lost you and you’d never know how I feel about you—and I don’t want to ever feel like that again.
As if something important was left unsaid, so… I love you .”
His cheeks flushed, kissing me. His lips pressing against mine before pulling back and whispering, “Say it again, Princess.”
“I love you.”
“ Fuck .” He kissed me again. “I can never tire of you saying that.”
I smiled against his lips, melting into his embrace. “I love you too, Chelsea,” he said, surprising me. He cupped my cheek and kissed my nose. “I want you to be my forever sugar baby.”
I giggled. “What?”
“Marry me.” His smile widened. “Let me spoil you every day.”
Marriage?
I swallowed, leaning back. “You’re going too fast?—”
Sean pulled me back into another kiss, and I couldn’t resist him. My heart raced, pounding in my ears, and my stomach fluttered with butterflies. Our clumsy kiss only stopped when the machine kept beeping loudly, noting his high heart rate.
“Silly man,” I whispered underneath my breath, seeing the smile reach his eyes.