Chapter 8 Lincoln
Isat on the couch wide awake. Part of me wondered if she had gotten beaten that badly because I had asked for her. I knew she was in pain. She hid it well, but I could see the tiny flinches when I touched her face.
She was fucking gorgeous and perfect, but completely damaged. I rubbed my hands through my hair, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Tomorrow I needed to deal with the fucking mayor and this bullshit at the port. Maybe I’d have J.C. stay with her. I could pick up some things for her on my way back in or have J.C. bring a few clothes since they were about the same size.
I dozed off on the couch until I heard the elevator ding a few hours later.
“Wake up buttercup.”
“J.C., if you ever call me buttercup again, you’re fired.”
“Alright than Reese Piece. What’s on the agenda today?”
I sat up from the couch, rubbing my eyes. “What time is it?”
“It’s 10 in the morning. You planned on sleeping the day away? She looked towards the bedroom. Is she in there?”
“Yeah. Well, I hope she is anyway.”
“How was she?“ she asked, her face etched with concern.
“Pretty fucked up.”
“I can’t even imagine.”
“Look, I have to go see the mayor today and follow up on a few things. I don’t want her to be left alone. Can you stay here and work? She probably won’t even come out of the room, but if she does, can you feed her? And nothing acidic. She has a huge fucking slice through her tongue.”
“Yeah, no problem. I’ll hang around until you get back. But lunch is on you then.”
“Lunch is always on me.” I rolled my eyes.
“True. I am glad we agree on something.”