Dragon Romance: Dragon Fire (Paranormal Shapeshifter Hero Protector Firefighter Romance) (Fantasy Shifter Werewolf BBW Pregnancy Women’s Fiction Short Stories) by Emma Taylor Page B
Authors: Emma Taylor
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disappears.
*****
“Ugh . . .”
I groan. The light is too bright. I try to pull the blanket over my face to shield my eyes, but my arm feels too heavy. My entire body aches and so I lay there, completely still until I’ve summoned the energy.
I finally am able to sit up. I groan and blink against the glaring light. I’m in a bedroom I’ve never been in before. It’s small, sparsely furnished with just a twin bed and a nightstand. The window beside my bed is covered in shades, though it still lets in a bit of light that is much too bright for me.
Everything rushes back to me suddenly. Christopher and Damien. Coming to their house. Them drinking from me. Being . . . intimate. And then that strange sickness that overcame me. What did they say? “We took too much”?
The door creaks open and I look over. Damien is peering into the room. He lets out a relieved sigh upon seeing me and enters the room.
“How are you feeling?” he asks cautiously, settling himself down at the end of the bed.
“I’ve been better,” I murmur, rubbing the heel of my hand against my eyes. “What happened?”
Damien is silent for a moment. I glance over at him and see that he’s looking at me, grim-faced.
“Well?” I say, prompting him.
“You’ve been asleep for two days,” Damien says with a sigh. “We drank too much from you. You lost too much blood.”
I stare at him. “Two days?” I stammer. “I’ve been asleep for two days ? I’ve been missing work! Why didn’t you take me to the hospital?”
“How would we have explained to them what happened?” Damien says in exasperation. “It was too risky to take you to the hospital. We know how to deal with this type of thing, we knew you’d be fine.”
I’m shaking my head now, over and over again. “I could have died!”
“No,” Damien protests. “We knew we could help you. We knew you’d be fine.”
“Sorry if I don’t have a whole lot of faith in two men I’ve only just met,” I say, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. I ignore the aches running through my body and the wave of dizziness that hits me. “I need to leave.”
“I don’t think you’re in the right state to drive,” Damien protests, standing up.
“I’m fine. I just need to get adjusted.” I get to my feet and pause, shutting my eyes. But eventually the dizziness subsides and I can walk without feeling as if I’m going to fall over. I stride towards the door, brushing Damien off as he attempts to place a hand on my shoulder.
“Can you show me out, please?” I say firmly, refusing to meet his gaze. After a moment’s hesitation he sighs heavily and escorts me out of the house.
I drive away, clutching the steering wheel with trembling fingers.
*****
I avoid the clubs for the rest of the week. It’s not that difficult during the week, as I don’t typically go out on a work night anyways. My job is fine, apparently Damien and Christopher took it upon themselves to figure out where I worked and notify my boss that I was unexpectedly and severely ill from some sort of virus. They posed as my brothers. Good thing I’ve never spoken about my family to my coworkers, or that could’ve ended quite awkwardly. I don’t have any siblings.
The more days that pass, the more depressed I get. My anxiety sinks back in, permeating my every thought and controlling my every move. I avoid people and keep myself away from the clubs, trying to go to bed as early as possible so as not to give into temptation as the night moves forward. But eventually, nearly two weeks after the frightening incident with Damien and Christopher, I find myself sitting up in my bed at 10 P.M., staring at the clock.
I need to go back. I need to get back into the clubs, and part of me wants to find them again. If only to truly confront them on what happened that fateful night.
I drag myself from my bed and get to work making myself presentable. I do my hair and makeup, pick out the sexiest outfit I can find,
*****
“Ugh . . .”
I groan. The light is too bright. I try to pull the blanket over my face to shield my eyes, but my arm feels too heavy. My entire body aches and so I lay there, completely still until I’ve summoned the energy.
I finally am able to sit up. I groan and blink against the glaring light. I’m in a bedroom I’ve never been in before. It’s small, sparsely furnished with just a twin bed and a nightstand. The window beside my bed is covered in shades, though it still lets in a bit of light that is much too bright for me.
Everything rushes back to me suddenly. Christopher and Damien. Coming to their house. Them drinking from me. Being . . . intimate. And then that strange sickness that overcame me. What did they say? “We took too much”?
The door creaks open and I look over. Damien is peering into the room. He lets out a relieved sigh upon seeing me and enters the room.
“How are you feeling?” he asks cautiously, settling himself down at the end of the bed.
“I’ve been better,” I murmur, rubbing the heel of my hand against my eyes. “What happened?”
Damien is silent for a moment. I glance over at him and see that he’s looking at me, grim-faced.
“Well?” I say, prompting him.
“You’ve been asleep for two days,” Damien says with a sigh. “We drank too much from you. You lost too much blood.”
I stare at him. “Two days?” I stammer. “I’ve been asleep for two days ? I’ve been missing work! Why didn’t you take me to the hospital?”
“How would we have explained to them what happened?” Damien says in exasperation. “It was too risky to take you to the hospital. We know how to deal with this type of thing, we knew you’d be fine.”
I’m shaking my head now, over and over again. “I could have died!”
“No,” Damien protests. “We knew we could help you. We knew you’d be fine.”
“Sorry if I don’t have a whole lot of faith in two men I’ve only just met,” I say, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. I ignore the aches running through my body and the wave of dizziness that hits me. “I need to leave.”
“I don’t think you’re in the right state to drive,” Damien protests, standing up.
“I’m fine. I just need to get adjusted.” I get to my feet and pause, shutting my eyes. But eventually the dizziness subsides and I can walk without feeling as if I’m going to fall over. I stride towards the door, brushing Damien off as he attempts to place a hand on my shoulder.
“Can you show me out, please?” I say firmly, refusing to meet his gaze. After a moment’s hesitation he sighs heavily and escorts me out of the house.
I drive away, clutching the steering wheel with trembling fingers.
*****
I avoid the clubs for the rest of the week. It’s not that difficult during the week, as I don’t typically go out on a work night anyways. My job is fine, apparently Damien and Christopher took it upon themselves to figure out where I worked and notify my boss that I was unexpectedly and severely ill from some sort of virus. They posed as my brothers. Good thing I’ve never spoken about my family to my coworkers, or that could’ve ended quite awkwardly. I don’t have any siblings.
The more days that pass, the more depressed I get. My anxiety sinks back in, permeating my every thought and controlling my every move. I avoid people and keep myself away from the clubs, trying to go to bed as early as possible so as not to give into temptation as the night moves forward. But eventually, nearly two weeks after the frightening incident with Damien and Christopher, I find myself sitting up in my bed at 10 P.M., staring at the clock.
I need to go back. I need to get back into the clubs, and part of me wants to find them again. If only to truly confront them on what happened that fateful night.
I drag myself from my bed and get to work making myself presentable. I do my hair and makeup, pick out the sexiest outfit I can find,
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