“I won’t exert myself, darling. You can ride me,” I said cheekily. She blushed as always and shifted beside me. Every time I say something naughty to her, I know she gets turned arட.
“Are you hungry?” She changed the subject.
“I’m starving.” I replied, still with a naughty grin. She smiled and got up.
“Maybe, if you behave later. Now I’ll prepare something for us to eat.”
Of course, I got excited; I wanted to hold her and have her in my arms again.
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My Father’s Best Friend
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POV JULIA
Luckily for me, William had some ready–to–eat meals that just needed to be put in the microwave. I prepared them myself, as I was starving and couldn’t wat anything during the day due to worrying about William and feeling guilty
if he hadn’t been downstairs when I fell, I would be much worse off than he is now. And he bore all this for me.
1 put two plates of lasagna and two glasses of soda on the tray and went into the living room,
where Willam was.
To my surprise, when I got to the living room, he wasn’t there. What the fuck!
I didn’t know the downstairs part of the house because I was almost always upstairs during the days I spent here. I know he didn’t go upstairs, at least; he wouldn’t
be able to climb those stairs in his condition. Furthermore, I opened all the doors, looking for this man. I’m going to slap him when I find him.
In the last room, I found the son of a bitch lying on the bed with an expression of pain…
“I wanted to punch you in the face,” I said angrily, placing the tray on the dresser.
“Honey,” he muttered, “don’t get mad.”
“I’m going to hit you, I continued angrily, and he laughed in pain.
“Sorry,” he apologized, I just wanted to lie down for a while.”
“Couldn’t you ask me to help you?” I crossed my arms.
“Sorry,” he apologized again. “Take care of me, doctor,” he said jokingly,
I mentally prayed for strength.
“Come on, 11 help you sit up,” I said, approaching him and helping him. He sat up, groaning in pain. “Does it hurt much?” 1 aske concerned.
“Just a little,” he lied, because his expression showed that it was more than a little pain.
“Till get you some pain medicine,” I said, walking away, but be held my hand, and I looked at him, puzzled.
“Let’s eat first,” he asked me.
I nodded and picked up the tray of food that was on the dresser. I placed it on the bed in front of William and sat down next to him
“Can you eat?” I asked.
“Hmm,” he mumbled thoughtfully. I think I need some help,” he said mischievously.
“You’re incorrigible!” I laughed.
“I never said I wasn’t ” he laughed.
