Page 85 of Heal For Me

It happens again, and I bury my face deeper into the pillow.

“It’s the phone.”

“Answer it.”

“It’s on your side.” He pokes at my side.

“Answer it!” I shout into the pillow and immediately regret it when the smell of my breath smacks me in the face. It’s almost fruity, but the strong alcohol scent hits my stomach, and the nausea rolls.

Either the roof caved in or Ash rolled on top of me. Since I can feel something sitting perfectly between my ass cheeks, I think it’s Ash.

“What?” He barks at . . . something. Oh, the phone, that’s right.

“No—did you still want to go on the bus tour?”

“Oo!” I whip my head up only to smack into something equally as hard. I’m guessing Ash since he is cursing up a storm behind me.

When his weight leaves, it takes everything inside of me to push onto my hands and knees. Ash lies on his back, the phone now discarded onto the floor, and he’s holding his nose.

Not wanting whoever is on the phone to hang up, I lie on top of him and grab it. He grunts at my weight, and I scowl at him. I’m not that heavy.

“Hello?”

“Payson? Everything okay in there?” William, I think, asks.

Ash groans and now that both my eyes are open, I can see the blood. Shit. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Uh-huh. Well, the bus tour is starting soon if you still wanted to go.”

“Yes, I do!”

Ash reaches for the phone while shaking his head, but I slip off the bed, stopping him from grabbing it.

“Brilliant. If you two would like to get ready, we will meet in the hotel café in an hour.”

“Payson, no,” Ash growls.

“Perfect.” I smile and say goodbye before letting the phone drop to the floor.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” The bed squeaks as he rolls to the opposite side of the bed, and after a couple seconds, he pushes onto his feet. I drop my eyes to his ass, and a giggle rips out from my lips.

“What?” He stops his stumbling to glare at me over his shoulder.

His hair is a mess, his face and chest are covered in blood, and Pays-n’s pr-perty is written across his ass in black marker, upside down—and the missing o’s are where his crack is. I completely lose it and fall to my side, laughing until my sides hurt. I don’t know how long he leaves me on the floor but eventually, I’m hauled over his shoulder, and after my uneasy stomach settles, I burst out laughing again. Now reading my writing right side up.

My ass burns when he spanks me, but I still can’t stop laughing. My stomach hurts, but I don’t know if it’s from laughing or from his big shoulder digging into it.

He drops me onto the hotel tub with a thud.

“Owww, my ass.”

He leans over and flicks on the water, freezing cold pelts at my front.

I scream and he laughs. I fill my hands with water and throw it at him as he pisses in the toilet.

“You’re making a mess, stop it.”

“Don’t be a dick!”

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