Chapter 230

“No idea.” Al ec put his hand on my lower back as we walked up the stairs. “I’ll mind-link him.”

“Okay.”

Thankfully, it only took him a few minutes to respond back to me. “Still on the phone with Emmy. She does have Beckham working on it but it will be awhile I guess.”

“That’s fine.” I yawned as we got to our room.

“Tired?”

“Yes...no.” I shrugged. Alec opened the door for us and locked it behind him.

“Worried about tomorrow?” Alec walked over and poured us a glass of whiskey as I sat down on the couch.

“My dad possibly dying and my brother getting the role he was born for.” What’s to worry about?

“I would think death would be welcoming to someone in your dad’s position.” Alec sighed as he sat down beside me. Handing me my drink, I took a sip and leaned against his arm that he draped over.

“I’ll miss him.”

“I know but isn’t his happiness worth what he has prepared your entire life for?” I looked over at Alec. He shot down the rest of his whiskey and looked at me.

“It is but the only family I will have left is Colt. As difficult as your parents are... they are still alive. There is something different about when you lose both of them.”

“You still have Emmy and Jacob. They are like your siblings and as much as you bicker with Jasper, he seems to be like your brother.”

“He can be annoying as such.” I snorted. Alec leaned forward and set his glass down.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.” Alec stood up and held out his hand for me. Accepting it, I downed my drive as we walked over to the bed. Taking my shorts, s hit and bra off. I took his shirt he took off and put it on to wear to bed. Sl*pping under the covers, Alec pulled me against him. “Sleep. You are safe and loved here.” Darkness took over before he was even finished talking.

“Are you about ready?” Alec popped his head into the closet. I had showered, curled my hair, put makeup on and was standing in front of all my clothes in a pair of matching bra and underwear set. Alec had put on a nice pair of jeans that hugged his as s nicely with a tighter athletic t-shirt. It was a set up from a basic “I can’t decide what to wear.” My anxiety was a mile high. My hands shook, my legs refused to stand still and I had to fight off the sweats that kept threatening to mess up my makeup.

“Put on a sundress or one of those shirt things that have shorts attached to them.” Alec walked in and looked at my closet too.

“Here. I like this one on you.”

“You mean a romper?” Alec pulled down a deep purple flowy romper. The shoulders were capped and the waist was cinched so the bottoms stopped mid-thigh. It had a short V in the front but it honestly made my legs look amazing. After putting it on, I realized I had lost come muscle mass. “I really got to start working out again.”

“How is your shoulder feeling?” Alec asked as I took the romper off the hanger and started putting it on. The bruises were almost faded but hints of yellow and green were visible.

“Feeling pretty normal.” Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt like I was looking at a stranger. Six months ago, if you would have told me I was getting ready to go have dinner with my dad for possibly the last time as he chose to die, I would have told you, you were lying. My hair is longer, my toned muscles were gone and my skin was ghostly white.

“You look beautiful.” Alec wrapped his hands around me.

“I look like I need to work out in the sun for six months to look normal.” Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my purse and walked out of the closet. I knew I walked away from him showing me some affection but he wasn’t mad. He has been worried about me all morning, even though he has been trying to hide it.