A Helping Hand ZAIA. My heart skips a beat as I look down at him. His gorgeous piercing eyes are burning into mine and as much as I wanted to be near him⦠with him awake⦠Iâm not so sure I can, but I know once we go there, we are going to have to pretend to be togetherâ¦
âExcuse me? I donât think that would be proper, Mr King.â I reply, trying to mask my emotions. âI donât think the other night was proper either, Ms Toussaint, yet I remember you moaning in pure satisfaction.â
He counters cockily, placing his other arm under his head.
I roll my eyes, trying not to admire his s3xy body. âOh please, I was drunk.â I retort. Heâs in pain, I can see that, but his arrogance and cockiness far exceed that. How stubborn!
âSo then why were you on my bed whilst I was unconscious, were you planning to assault me in my sleep?â He asks mockingly, making me frown.
âYou need a smack.â I frown, not knowing what else to say! He yanks me towards him, and I stumble, falling back onto the bed.
He grunts from the force he just used on himself, but doesnât let the pain phase him as he looks me over shamelessly.
âAs much as I want to fuck you all over again, Iâm in far too much pain⦠stay⦠I could use the company.â He says quietly.
I hesitate, almost agreeing when he opens that mouth again. âBesides, I might need help to undress or pull my pants down. I can barely I move and as youâve told everyone that weâre together again, then itâs only fair you help me.â He adds with a smirk.
Idiot! âYou wish!â I growl, tugging free. âThen at least send a nurse or someone to assist me, I need to go to the bathroom and freshen up a little,â he says as he sits up, flinching in pain. I clench my jaw, knowing exactly what heâs trying to doâ¦
âFine, Iâll send one,â I say, turning and sauntering to the door. He doesnât respond, but I can feel his gaze on me; I reach the door, unlock it and Iâm about to step out when he speaks.
âZaia.â I look over my shoulder at him, and he smirks. âNow what are you smirking about?â I frown.
âNothing, just wondering why you made yourself so comfortableâ¦â his gaze dips to my discarded heels. âThe locked doorâ¦â
My cheeks flush as he lies there, completely relaxed with that smirk plastered across his smug face,that makes me want to smack and kiss him at the same time. âYou are such an ass, Sebastian.â
âSure, if it makes you feel better,â he taunts.
âSebastian!â I growl. âGoodnight, Foxie, make sure you arenât thinking of me as you try to sleep, but if you do, and you need some help to finish off, Iâm right here.â
âUrgh, you ass!â I growl. I pull the door open and storm out, shutting it behind me. But I donât move for a moment, he probably does need assistanceâ¦
I stand there silently, hearing a low groan and a thud. My heart skips a beat and Iâm about to turn back when I pause. He wanted a nurse, then Iâll call one!
How annoying he is!
I know Iâm feeling jealous, and I shouldnât! I knock on the door beside Valerieâs room where the nursing staff are staying whilst they tend to her.
âHello Maâam, is all ok?â One of the women says. My heart sinks as I realise sheâs one of the younger ones. âYes⦠Valerie doing ok?â I ask. She nods. âYes, itâs incredible news that Doctor Scott is on the mend, it is nothing short of a miracle.â
âThank you⦠Iâm happy too. Mr King needs some assistance as he walks. Is there anyone available who may help him?â I ask.
Her eyes light up in a way Iâm not too fond of, and she nods. âIâm on duty, I will go.â She replies, sounding a little too happy.
I nod slowly; I know Iâm testing him or trying to show myself something. I really have no idea anymore.
She hurries off, and I give her a few moments, now wishing I had just helped Sebastian. I know Iâm being silly, but when it comes to him, I am irrational at timesâ¦
I turn when I hear footsteps and see the nurse walking back towards me, visibly upset. âIâm sorry, Maâam, but Mr King said he didnât need any assistance and to leave.â She mumbles.
My stomach does a flip. âOh⦠I seeâ¦. thank you.â I say, feeling guilty I had sent her, yet a part of me feels happy.
That annoying Alphaâ¦
âHe is in pain, maâam, and I think heâs overexerting himself. Maybe he will allow you to help him, or perhaps Mr OâDell.â
âThank you, Iâll handle it and Iâm sorry for his behaviour,â I say before I walk past her and head back towards Sebastianâs room.
Taking a steadying breath, I knock on the door. âI said I donât need assistance!â he snarls, making my heart thud. He sounds so coldâ¦.
âMind if I come in?â I ask.
Thereâs silence and I take it as a yes. I open the door to see him standing there, in just those sweatpants he was on, but seeing him standing up showed the sheer level of his injuries. So many parts of his body are bandaged up.
The faint smell of blood hits me, and I walk towards him. Has he opened a wound? âWhat do you want?â he asks, making me look up at him sharply.
âYou refused assistance from the nurse,â I say. He looks like he might topple over at any moment. He tilts his head and cocks a brow.â And did that make you feel sympathy for me?â He asks.
âNo,â I say. Heâs upset, but heâs trying to control his emotions. âYouâre angry. Is it because of the pain or because I said no to helping you?â
He looks at me before looking away and glancing at the bathroom door. â Neither.â He takes a step, his body tense, his jaw taut as he tries to act like he can handle it.
âThenâ¦â I say, blocking his path, and taking hold of his arm. His heart is thudding erratically, and I can tell heâs about to fall. Stepping closer, I wrap my arm around his waist, placing his arm around my shoulders.
He looks down at me, his eyes holding emotions that make my stomach feel all fluttery. âYou know exactly why,â he murmurs before turning away. Because I sent a woman to help himâ¦
âYou yourself said you wanted a nurse,â I state, as I help him towards the bathroom. âHmph, didnât it bother you?â He asks.
Yes, it didâ¦.
But instead of admitting that, I cock a brow. âNot as much as it bothered you. If you canât handle it, donât threaten me with it.â I scold.
He looks away. âI know itâs my fault. I pushed you away⦠I donât have any right to get angry.â He is speaking quietly and I donât reply.
Thereâs still healing needed⦠for us both⦠I feel guilty for making him feel like that but I stay silent. We reach the bathroom, and he leans against the door frame.
âYou ok from here?â I ask. âYes, unless you want to help me with my pants?â Any trace of guilt I had vanishes and I narrow my eyes. âNo, thank you!â I say, gently pushing him into the bathroom, and closing the door with a snap.
I wait in his room for him to come out or call me. After five minutes, I knock lightly on the door.
âSebastian? Are you alright?â I ask, hearing running water. âSebastian?â Worry fills me and I open the door.
Heâs sitting on the edge of the bathtub beside the sink where the tap is running, his elbow resting on the counter and his eyes closed.
His face and the front of his hair are soaking wet. The toothpaste sits on the counter with a toothbrush, the smell of mint reaching my nose.
âBastian!â I rush to his side, crouching down and cup his face. His heart is beating steadily. âBastien?â I whisper, tenderly brushing his wet black locks back.
His eyes flutter open for a moment, and it takes him a moment to realise where he is as he scans the room around us. â Shit⦠sorry, I guess I still lack a lot of strength.â
âYou think?â I sigh, standing up, I turn the tap off and grab hold of his arm, Come on, you need to get back to bed.â
He doesnât respond and I manage to get him back into the bedroom, once he drops onto the bed, he this.â He mutters. groans. âI hate âYou never did like being bedridden, but you need rest,â I say, fixing his blanket around him.
He doesnât reply, his face now becoming serious. âYou really wonât stay?â
I pause, my heart skipping a beat before I slowly look at him. He tilts his head slightly. âI canât do anything, what are you afraid of?â He asks, âI mean, I might need your assistance again.â I frown, what if he ends up fallingâ¦
âFine, Iâll stay but you better keep to your side of the bed,â I state.
He smirks. âSure.â I dim the light and walk to the bathroom to wash my makeup off. Once I return, I climb into the bed from the other side, staying right on the edge. His eyes are closed but I know heâs awake. âAre you up to seeing the kids tomorrow?â I ask softly.
Life is terrifyingly short, and I canât keep them apart any longer. He turns his head sharply towards me before groaning slightly.
âDamnâ¦â he curses.
I smile faintly before our eyes meet. â Iâd love that.â âWhat will we tell them? I mean⦠how do we explain why we arenât together?â I ask softly.
âLeave that to me.â
I search his eyes, I might call his brain rice-sized, and he can be an idiot, but I also know he can be smart, whatever he chooses to tell them, Iâm sure I will approve of it and so I nod.
This is what I needed, someone I can lean on. Having him beside me, his scent clouding my senses, the heat of his body against mine⦠and I soon feel the exhaustion of the day overcome me.
âNightâ¦â I murmur.
âGood night, Foxie.â He murmurs as I âNightâ¦â I murmur. âGood night, Foxie.â He murmurs as I close my eyes. With him by my side, Iâll overcome everythingâ¦.