Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
“The nurse did. They made me wait outside while they checked you over.”
“I’m surprised you listened.”
“They brought the security guard out. Not that I was worried about that, I could take him. But I didn’t want to end up in a jail cell and leave you alone.”
“You changed your clothes.”
“Had a suitcase in my rental. I got the guy your friend sent over to guard the door to go get it for me.”
There was a knock on the door and a smiling older man stepped in, holding a tray of food. “Breakfast. I’ve got you some scrambled eggs, bacon, and a toasted muffin. What would you like to drink?” He put the tray down on the nightstand and Gray started pulling off the covers.
“Do you have chocolate milk?” she asked hopefully. She deserved chocolate milk.
She’d nearly died.
That thought sent a cold chill through her body.
“Yes, we do.”
“Do not give her that,” Gray ordered. “She won’t be eating this, either. It is likely full of preservatives. I’ve put in an order from a delivery service.”
“Gray!” she said shocked. “The food will be fine.”
“No. Fine isn’t good enough. You need the best to build up your strength and immune system and this crap won’t help.”
The man gaped at him. So did she. What was going on with him? He’d never cared before what she’d eaten.
All right, so he’d been rather disapproving of her Pop-Tart addiction. But nothing like this . . .
“I like chocolate milk.” Truth be told, she didn’t feel like much else.
“It’s full of sugar. You’ve been living on sugar. You need good, nutritious food. You can take this back,” he said to the man.
She mouthed the word sorry at the other man, who disappeared out the door.
“That was kind of rude.”
Gray just grunted.
“You should probably get that looked at too,” she muttered as he rearranged her blankets.
“My rudeness? Nah, it’s not going anywhere.”
“I was talking about the grunting. Is it something you’ve always done?”
“Probably.”
She sat back and stared at him.
“So, you really want to spank me?” she asked loudly.
Right as the door to her room opened.
And in walked her friends.
Whoops.
27
Gray studied his girl’s friends as they walked into the room.
The big guy, Sampson, stomped toward him.
It was too fucking early in the morning for this.
Maybe he would have been more patient and understanding if he’d had any sleep and some food.
Nah. Patient and understanding weren’t really part of his make-up. So when the big guy came at him, blustering, his face almost purple with anger and the clear need to hit him, Gray grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him against the wall, holding him there with an arm across his neck.
Immy let out a cry, but he didn’t let that sway him. She wasn’t his to take care of.
“Let me go, fucker!” Sampson roared. “You are not touching her! How can you threaten to spank her when she’s in a hospital bed!”
“Let him go,” Jenner Knight told him. “Or I’m calling the cops.”
“Fucker came at me, not the other way around,” Gray said. “Yelling and upsetting Maeve. She needs rest and quiet.”
“Stop!” Maeve called out. “Gray, let him go.”
Gray glared at Sampson who shoved his chest. Gray let him go. But only because he wanted to get to Maeve . . .
Who was currently trying to get out of bed.
“Maeve! What do you think you’re doing?” He raced over and scooped her up before she fell on her ass. He ignored everyone else in the room as he cradled her against his chest.
“Trying to stop you two from being idiots,” she huffed.
“No.”
“What?”
“You don’t risk yourself.”
“The two of you were about to come to blows!”
“And you thought it would be a good idea to get out of bed and what? Get between us? Just no. And that’s one.”
“One what?” she asked.
He leaned in to whisper. “One punishment. We’ll discuss what sort of punishment later. In private.”
She squirmed in his arms. Was she turned on? He probably should have put her back to bed, but he was enjoying having her in his arms too much. After making sure that her oxygen line didn’t tangle, he settled in the arm chair with her on his lap.
Sampson didn’t seem to like that. But he could fuck the hell off.
Maeve was his. And if he wanted her on his lap, that’s where she was going to be.
Damn. He quite liked having someone that belonged to him.
“The two of you were being stupid, and for no reason,” Maeve said. “Sampson, what kind of a hypocrite are you? I know what kind of clubs you go to. How many subs have you spanked?”
Sampson gaped at her. “What? How do you know that? Wait, are you saying that you . . . that you and him . . .”
“I’m not saying anything other than you completely overreacted. And you . . . you need to stop antagonizing him.” She glared up at Gray.