laid down, too tired to fight
sleep anymore, and coaxed Diva up to lay beside me. She was warm and soft
so I stroked her coat and concentrated on the sound of her deep breathing until
my eyes finally closed and I found temporary relief.
I
dreamed of the first time my thoughts about Hyde changed from a girl’s crush to
a full-fledged woman’s obsession.
The
first time my team moved into my space, the penthouse in LA after my first attack,
it was a culture shock. Especially when it came to my personal
bodyguard.
Having
a man like Hyde sleep near me was…distracting. I was so young and
completely stupid when it came to the opposite sex. My body wanted him,
my mind had no idea how to make that happen.
One
night, I heard the bathroom shower in the main hall as I was getting
milk. When I passed it on the way back to my room, I realized the door
was open slightly.
In
the mirror over the sink, I saw Hyde’s back beneath the water. My hand
tightened on the glass I held and I stopped. I watched the muscles move
while he washed his hair.
I
knew I should look away. I knew it was wrong of me to watch him when he
wasn’t aware. I tensed to take a step and froze as he leaned against the
shower wall on his forearm and stroked his hand down his abs to fist his
cock. Every cell in my body sparked to life and I realized only an
outside force could have moved me.
I
was incapable on my own.
I
had never seen anything so sensual, so raw, and I was spellbound. For
almost a minute, I watched him stroke the shaft with long pulls and saw when he
neared orgasm. I watched his body tense, his legs lock, his motions speed
up as semen spattered to the floor of the shower and down the drain. His
head dropped back on his shoulders and his rough exhale echoed through the
small room. I was breathing so fast, I worried I would hyperventilate and
my heart felt like it was going to slam through my sternum.
As
he straightened, I slid along the wall to my bedroom. Beneath the covers
again, I touched myself everywhere…remembering.
Coming
awake years later in my parents’ home after all that had happened, the dream
dissipated and left me aching for touch. I rolled to my side and gently
petted my dog until I drifted back to sleep. I didn’t bother wiping away
the tears.
Chapter Six
August
- September
We
settled back into a routine of sorts and I behaved every day as if nothing had
changed, as if nothing of importance had happened.
It
was eating me alive on the inside.
I
had morning tests with Theresa. She checked my mobility while Padme and
Bianca stayed at my side and monitored my pregnancy closely.
I
had breakfast downstairs with my parents and whoever else happened to be visiting.
I brought my entire staff with me and I forced them to sit and eat.
In
the end, I might be just an assignment to them but to me, they were the only
friends I had, and I wanted to take care of them…whether they wanted me to or
not.
I
then endured four hours with the physical therapist until I wanted to kill
myself from the pain. Fiaaz and Si were there in case I had to be carried
back to my rooms because there were times I couldn’t even sit up in my
chair. I was supposed to be doing two hours a day but I’d insisted on
four to push my recovery.
A
shower and long nap were usually unavoidable after the physical strain to my
body. Bianca took over my massages since the guy my parents hired was
caught trying to take a photo of my ass during my session.
The
Hyde brothers had to be physically restrained from ripping him limb from
limb. It took Fiaaz and Si, as well as four guards from the outside team
to keep them on the ground while the guy was bodily thrown off the
property.
I
usually ate a late lunch with my parents – Hyde standing just inside the door –
so they could go over business with me.
One
or two afternoons a week, I played with Cameron – Sarah and
Peggy Dulle
Andrew Lane
Michelle Betham
Shana Galen
Elin Hilderbrand
Peter Handke
Cynthia Eden
Steven R. Burke
Patrick Horne
Nicola May