Page 11 of Falling Hard

He shook his head, then exhaled in pain as soon as I applied pressure.

“Lie down on the bed,” I ordered him.

Maiden smirked at me ordering him around. He was the enforcer and was used to telling people what to do, not taking orders. He lay down on his stomach, and I climbed on the bed, straddling him.

“You just wanted to get me in bed, didn’t you?” He moved under me.

I leaned forward and put my mouth to his ear. “For both our benefit, you would have to be facing the other way.”

He moved quickly underneath me, causing me to fall to the side, then scooped me back up and put me back in place on top of him.

“Solved the problem, sweetheart.” He ran his fingers up my leg.

“Maiden.” I swatted his hands away. “I’m meant to be fixing your neck.”

“I’ve got a something else you could help with.”

“Uh-huh.” I grinned like a fool. “I’m going to shower, seeing as you are not interested in a massage.” I whacked him playfully.

“I’m interested in a massage!”

“Not that type, you perv.” I winked at him, and it only occurred to me as I walked into the shower that I hadn’t grabbed clothes.

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I always feltthis need to run and hide who I was and the demons. Everyone usually strived to be the center of attention, or at least, the club girls here did. I hadn’t met anyone like me, and it was days like this I longed for someone who understood what I was going through.

However, I also didn’t want anyone to be cursed with the disease I carried every day.

The demons were quiet for once, and my thoughts were drifting to the fact that Maiden was in my bedroom.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me, but then I caught sight of the wounds on my leg. They were ugly and bright red on top of the ones I already carried. I wouldn’t lie, they were painful with a burning sting, but as twisted as it was, I enjoyed the pain because it took my mind off the demons.

“Emmie?”

I froze in the bathroom. Maiden must have heard the shower turn off. How long had I been standing there staring at my marks?

“Um, yeah?” I replied back to the closed door while tightening the towel around me as if it were possible for him to see through the door.

“I need to clean the cuts.” His words were straight to the point.

Dread flooded me. Great. So Maiden got to look at the ugliness again. I knew I couldn’t prolong it, so I opened the door and stood there in just a towel and dripping wet hair.

He inhaled sharply, which I didn’t understand. I didn’t have my usual flawless makeup on, nor was my hair done. I was fresh out of the shower.

But the look on his face told me it was taking all his willpower not to strip me free from the towel.

I stuck my leg out of the part in the towel, and his hand went to it, holding it back as he looked at them.

Maiden was more hands-on with me then Grit or Dad.

“Do you mind lying on the bed?” he questioned me with hesitation.

I didn’t even think about it twice, I just headed for the bed and lay down. He slowly ran his hand up my leg, pushing the slit of the towel open to reveal my leg. He worked his hand up, making the slit bigger so my thigh was now revealed.

I knew with the way the towel was parted he would see my waxed naked skin, but his eyes didn’t even glance there. They were glued to the wounds, and it was moments like this I was reminded just how much of a gentleman he was at heart.

Slowly, he dabbed and began cleaning them.

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