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Waking up to a soft knock, I bolt up in the bed, forgetting where I am momentarily. I feel slightly lightheaded. It’s either from all the sleep or from the painkillers I have been taking. It takes me a second to get my bearings. “Come in,” I answer, trying to sound sweet. But it comes out croakier than I hoped. Clearing my throat. I repeat, “Come in.” The door opens with a creak and Linda steps in.

“Raine, love, how are you feeling?”

“I'm ok, a little lightheaded, but good overall.”

“Good, good, do you need me to help you to the toilet or anything?” I was on the verge of saying yes but then remembered that my entire bottom half is naked, leaving me feeling exposed, so instead I reply, “No thank you, not right now.”

She smiles at me sweetly. “Alright, love, you let me know when you are ready.”

“I will, Linda, thank you very much.”

“It’s my pleasure, love, I will be around all day, you just let me know.”

With that she turns to leave, crashing into Don on her way out. “Oh, I’m so sorry, sir, I didn’t see you there,” she says to him with a light laugh in her voice.

He chuckles at her before turning toward me.

“How are you feeling, how’s the leg?”

“Better, thank you.” I scan the doorway to make sure Linda has left before I whisper, “I’m bursting to go to the toilet. Linda was going to help me, but I realized that my entire bottom half is naked, so…”

He lets out a hearty laugh, he’s always laughing at me. “Do you want me to help you, Sweetheart?”

“No,” I snap, disapproving of the fact that he’s laughing at me. “Could you just pass me my pants from the floor, please?” I snap again.

He hands me my pants from the floor with an apologetic look. Then, giving me some breathing space, he walks down to the edge of the bed. Shoving my pants inside the duvet, I pull them up the best I can. With the mood I’m in, I don’t want him glaring at my naked backside. I toss the covers off then sit up. Searching the floor for my underwear I can’t seem to locate seems to be pointless, because I don’t see them anywhere.

“If you're looking for your underwear, don’t bother.” I shoot him a questioning look. “There are clean clothes in the bathroom waiting for you.”

“I’m not wearing one of your hussies' clothes, thank you very much, clean or not,” I bite.

Testing to see if my injured leg can take any weight, I stand up. It’s still sore, but nowhere near as bad as it had been. Ignoring Don, I start to hop my way over to the bathroom, stopping several times along the way. I glare back at him once I have reached the door. He’s being overly quiet and for some reason it doesn’t sit right with me. He’s sitting on the bed, staring at me intensely, causing me to swallow with a loud gulp. Standing up, he slowly makes his way toward me. His eyes are dark and wild. As he approaches, I stiffen.

“The clothes were bought new for you, they are not… What did you say? ‘My hussies.’” His tone is hushed, and he continues to step toward me. Tapping me gently on the tip of my nose with his finger, his tone lowers more as he whispers, “I think after everything, I deserve to keep your underwear, don’t you?” He’s standing so close now, just a breath away. I can feel warmth radiating from him.

My heart races as my mind struggles to find the right words to say. The moment hangs heavy between us, charged with unspoken tension. “Cat got your tongue, Little Wasp?” Blindsiding me, his hand grips my throat tight, but not too tight that I can’t breathe. My pussy clenches, causing me to squeeze my thighs together. He presses his forehead against mine. His heavy breath brushes against my face, sending a shiver down my spine.

“I don’t know what you are doing to me, Sweetheart, I can’t…” he whispers, his tone full of tension. He doesn’t finish what he’s saying, just leaves the words unspoken. God, why am I so turned on by this? Backing up, he lets go of my throat. Instantly, I miss his touch and the warmth it brought me. “Shit, sorry your leg, you shouldn't be standing for too long.” Giving me a shock, he scoops me up, walking me into the bathroom until I’m sitting me on the closed toilet seat. “I will let you get yourself sorted, then I would like to have breakfast with you before I need to head out.”

“Yes, I would like that, thank you,” I reply, as he makes his way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Scanning the room as I sit on the toilet, I have a quick search for the clothes he mentioned. I can see them beside the sink, sitting in a nice neat bundle. There appears to be a makeup bag there also. I hop over once I’m finished, curious. Pleasantly surprised by his choice of black leather looking leggings and a comfortable band T-shirt. I smile to myself. My smile turns into shock when I notice there are panties and a bra in my correct size. The makeup isn’t that bad either, there’s mascara and a highlighter stick in one of the nicer brands, too. How did he know my sizes and what kind of makeup I wear on a daily basis? I will need to bring it up with him at breakfast. That’s if I can survive through this breakfast. This man... I have no words for the feelings I get when I am around him, he’s as hot as hell. But there is also something else with him, I feel safe around him, I can’t explain it, but it’s something deeper. On the other hand, every time I think of Jack, my heart sinks slightly. He was all I ever thought about, and have done so for so long. But this thing with Don, it feels stronger.

Uncertain on what I’m going to do or say to Jack, I decide not to dwell on it for now. This has been a crazy couple of days, and I haven't quite wrapped my head around it all yet, but I will soon, hopefully. My mind wanders back to Don as I get dressed. What it would feel like to touch him. To taste him. I’m salivating just thinking about him. I have never wanted to lick someone before, but with Don, I would lick him all over. I’m way over my head with this man, and clueless to what happens next.