The voices became clearer. There were two people there with me. The first voice spoke up "She'd be fine. You shouldn't have left her there if you were so worried."
"Don't scold me." The second voice said. His voice revealed a hint of arrogance. "You've played your part now just go home."
"But I wanna make sure she's ok." It was the first voice speaking.
"Are you hard of hearing? The doctor said she's fine." Came the second voice again. There were more mumbling and ruffles and then the door was opened and closed.
A sigh escaped from his lips and I felt his weight next to me as the bed sank deep. "Don't open your eyes," I warned myself. I didn't even want to know where or who I was with. I just wanted to go home and snuggle up with Sandra telling her about the nightmare I had.
"Please, please be fine." I heard him say. Unlike the arrogant voice I heard before, this voice was cracked probably from worry. When he spoke, his words were forced out. And it seemed as though he was sad.
I felt bad. I didn't want him to think it was his fault. All he did was help me when that jerk left me on the road. So, I opened my eyes. The room was so bright, I had to blink quite a few times before opening them.
A chandelier hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room, a long couch by the door, and a well-polished marble floor. This was not home. It was certainly bigger.
I tried to get up but felt a sharp pang in my chest and then someone held me placing my head on his chest.
"I didn't know you were so fragile, momma." The voice spoke. This time sounding more familiar with my conscience returning.
I quickly moved away from his chest and turned back to meet the most worried pair of eyes. It was Jesse. He sat there with his arms in the air.
"How did I get here?" I asked dragging the soft bed linens closer.
"Oh please. As much as I'd like to leave a mark in between your legs, I would rather prefer you screaming as I do than lying like broccoli." He replied and walked away from the bed. Settling on the couch. "What would you like?"
"Nothing. I just want to..."
He put his hand in the air to stop me "Don't say go home. Please."
"Water. I just want to have water." Maybe it was his plea or the fact that he left me on the road earlier and wouldn't hesitate to do it again but something made me answer without resisting.
He rang a bell and in less than five seconds, there was someone at the door. He got up and took the water from them. There were strawberries and lemon on the tray as well.
"This should help you feel better." He told me as he placed the lemon into the water and handed it to me.
"Thank you," I replied and reached out for the water. But he shook his head, got closer, and offered it to me.
He signaled me to drink while he held it. "The doctor said you shouldn't lift a finger."
I glared back at him "I'm pretty sure it wasn't literal." When he didn't give up and continued placing the cup in front of me, I drank from it.
As soon as it got into my mouth, I spat it out onto his pretty face. But he didn't fret. He only wiped it with his hand quickly and turned to clean mine.
As he cleaned me up, I whispered "Sorry." Burying my head in shame.
He chuckled "My reaction was worse the first time I tasted it." He dropped the napkin and fed me the strawberry. "That should make it better."
"Is this your place?" I asked, looking around the room. The bed was king-sized, and there was a huge gaming set on the right side of the room. It was positioned in such a way that the gamer could see from the bed.
"Not really. I got it by mistake." He replied without thinking much of it. How do you buy a place by mistake? He thought for a while before saying "I was asked to buy a housewarming gift for my cousin. I didn't wait to hear everything and I hung up right after the house, so, I got him one."
I snorted "Only rich people make such mistakes." If I ever tried such a transaction, it would not work due to insufficient funds.
"Surely. Millionaires won't even attempt it." I watched his eyes trace the strawberry juice that fell on my face. It rolled down to the blanket making him giggle.
"As adorable as your clumsiness looks, I'd rather you don't tempt me." He warned his eyes burning with desire that ignited something in me.
I felt bold as I asked, "Can't you resist?"
"I'd love to see you resist the urge to scream when I pound on your walls." He drew closer and closer. Air escaped from my mouth as breathing suddenly became difficult.
He slowly dropped me back to the bed and then laid over me, dropping kisses everywhere his lips could reach. He made trails along my body sliding his hands under the big garment I had on.
I gasped when he reached my core. "Yeah. I thought as much. You're not quite ready." With that, he got up and pulled the blanket over me. "Good night momma."
"I can't sleep alone" I yelled as he tried to turn off the light and leave me alone in a room equivalent to all of Sandra's house.
He cupped my face and said "Ohh, I know darling. I'm right on the couch...to prevent mishaps." He laughed. "Also, I'm an early bird. Goodnight Amelia."
It was the first time he called me by my first name. I watched him, sitting with his arms folded and legs spread out before I fell back asleep.