A smile plays on my lips, and I wrap my arms around him. “And I can’t believe you are here either.”
His gaze drifts down to my mouth, and he closes the small gap between us with a kiss filled with so much passion that a flush of pure bliss hits me hard. Oh my… His warm tongue slides inside my mouth to meet mine, setting my body on fire. This is the perfect position to make love, so I reach down between us for his cock, but Alex breaks our kiss, casting a quick glance at the nightstand. “Let me grab a condom first.”
I retain him before he can move. “You can just pull out…” And I take his length in my palm, bringing it toward my entrance. I can barely bend my legs, but thank God, the electric therapy I did earlier today is finally having some results.
His eyes are burning with desire, his breath shaky, and I know he’s yearning for so much more. “I won’t be able to control myself,” he growls, his crotch pressed against mine. Oh gosh, neither will I. “Ah…” I hear him groaning as I push the head inside me. His eyes shut down and his brows crease as he fights to keep control. “Fuck, why are you doing this?”
“Because I want you.” I seal his lips with a kiss and start twitching my pelvis to accommodate his girth. “Just like this.” Then a quick moan escapes at the feel of him entering me so smoothly. “Ah…”
But in a sudden move, he withdraws himself from me, and his rejection leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. “Don’t you see how selfish you are?” His tone is so cold that it stabilizes me. “We just had an argument about birth control, and you still don’t give a shit.” I can’t believe how stubborn he is about this! Fuck! I’m left in total awe as he gets off of me and rolls to the other side of the bed. “I’ll ask Dr. Nel to prescribe you the pill tomorrow.” And he kisses the top of my head before turning his back to me and switching off the lights. “Good night.”
Chapter 4
Bedford Hills, August 28, 2020
Petra Van Gatt
“Good morning, Miss.” Despite having my eyes closed, I immediately recognize Cynthia’s voice as she walks into the bedroom. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mmm…” I mumble as I slowly stretch my arms. I try to do the same with my legs, but my muscles hurt like I ran a marathon. Jeez, they are so tense! I try to bend them, and although it’s slightly better than yesterday, it’s still impossible to get up without help. Turning to my right, I’m not surprised not to find Alex there. He’s the type of person who wakes up at six in the morning, hits the gym for one hour, showers, eats a quick breakfast, and by eight, is already working. I look at the alarm on the nightstand: it’s nine-thirty a.m. Yeah, I’m not crazy like him. Even during the school year, waking up at seven-thirty was still a big hassle for me.
Cynthia is already pulling on the bedsheets and dragging my legs to the floor. “Do I have aquatic gym today?” I ask, impatient to get all these muscles functioning again.
“Yes, later on today,” she replies. Great! I’ll have at least some semblance of a summer day as I do my workout in the outdoor pool.
I hold on to her arms and lift my body up, then I switch over to the walker, and with Cynthia’s help, I drag myself to the bathroom.
After getting showered and dressed, Cynthia tells me the program for the day. “Dr. Nel is waiting for you on the terrace, then you have two hours of reading, lunch at one o’clock with your fiancé and your dad, one hour of reading, then an hour of aqua gym, then electrotherapy for fifteen minutes, and a full-body massage session.”
“Wow. That’s pretty filled up,” I blurt out. But it seems like Cynthia is not even finished.
“Then you have nineteen minutes to read, and dinner with your fiancé at seven thirty.”
“Oh,” I utter, quite surprised to have a romantic dinner with him and only him. That must mean he’s not mad at me for my insistence yesterday. As we take the lift down to the ground floor, I wonder if, once I’m married, I’ll have Maria telling me my schedule every morning like this. I kinda like it, waking up and having someone tell me what my day will be like. That’s what assistants are for, I think to myself. But assistants don’t walk into your bedroom and wake you up, only household staff can do that. Might be something to tell Maria to start doing.
As I reach the terrace, I see Dr. Nel sitting at the table having an espresso. It’s a beautiful, bright morning in Bedford Hills, blue sky, warm weather… What more can I ask for?
“Good morning,” Dr. Nel greets me, a big grin on her face, before standing up.
I return the smile and take baby steps to get to the chair beside her. “I’m sorry for taking so long,” I tell her once I’m finally seated.
“Don’t worry, it’s normal. How are your legs?”
I wish I could tell her I’m all good, but unfortunately, I’ve got to tell her the truth. “They are very tense from yesterday’s workout.” Then I glance toward the doorway and see Maria carrying a tray with a matcha latte, grilled mushrooms, and avocado toast. Oh, wow! It looks so delicious! To my surprise, Maria greets me in Dutch as she puts the food on the table. And I hear Dr. Nel replying back in the same language.
After she leaves, Dr. Nel is the first to break our silence. “Your fiancé asked me to prescribe you the pill,” she informs me. “Were you already taking it before your coma?”
“Oh,” I utter as I taste the grilled mushrooms. I see my fiancé doesn’t waste time. “Um, no, I wasn’t.”
“Were you using any other form of birth control?” she asks again, and her question makes me squint at her.
“Why do you need to know all that?” I ask her as I take a sip of my matcha latte.
“Well, it’s normal. You might have used patches, injections, implants…”
“No, I’ve never used anything before.”
“Alright.” Dr. Nel starts writing something in her familiar notebook. And I start to wonder if this is just for her, or to share with my mom. “Is your menstruation cycle regular?”
“Um…” The question makes me twitch in my seat. I’ve never given much importance to what my body does. I kinda trust that it’s doing its part, so I don’t really know. But for the sake of answering, I say, “I think so.”
“Do you have any pain before or during your periods?”
The avocado toast is so tasty that for a second, I forget Dr. Nel is still beside me asking questions. “No, I don’t even notice when I get it.”
“Oh, that’s great,” Dr. Nel says as she keeps writing in her notebook. “Alright, I’ll ask Cynthia to get you a box. Please keep me updated if you notice any side effects.” As she writes the prescription, I keep eating my toast. “You have to take one pill every morning with breakfast for twenty-one days,” she explains. “Then you stop for seven.”
“Is it immediately effective?” I ask, already full of hopes for tonight.
“No, you have to take it for seven days first.”
Seven days?! The idea of sleeping with Alex and not doing anything for seven more days seems terrifying. I already miss him so damn much! “Can I start today?”