After a few more hours ofmonitoring, the doctor released me into Heaven’s care. I didn’t want to go home, so I’m in my penthouse at the hotel. I keep it for VIP clients, but right now, I’m the VIP client. That reminds me, Sione will need to take over. I have no need for a penthouse for clients. I’m still tired, and the doctor said that may be the case for the next few days. Beau and my parents meet us in the hotel room for dinner.
“Okay. I’m getting everything necessary for the prosecutor to bury her ass,” Beau promises between bites of his fish.”
I hate what she did, and I doubt I’d ever forgive her, but I know a mental imbalance when I see one.
“As much as I would love to bury her under a jail, I think she needs to be locked down in a mental facility.”
My parents haven’t spoken much because they’re processing the almost assault, and the possibility that she could have killed me. My mom just dabs her eyes and takes another sip of her drink.
“I was pissed, but I agree with Axel. Something is extra off with her and needs to be diagnosed and/or treated. I don’t like her and how reckless she is, but I did beat her up for both of us.”
Beau laughs, and his hazel eyes shine with gratitude. “I’m glad you made it when you did.”
Heaven tries to keep a straight face, but I see her inner turmoil. She says something along the lines I was thinking.
“Barely. Had Paulo hit traffic or got stopped by one more light. I would have walked in on something different.”
She rubs my mom’s back when she starts to cry again.
“I would have never thought she’d resort to such measures,” my dad added with a slow shake of his gray head then looks at Heaven. “Thank you.”
I shake my head to get around the memories from the other night. “She kept saying ‘I was hers’ and ‘we belong together.’ She thought I’d cared before, and I don’t know when in the hell that happened.”
“It didn’t, Axel. She was mistaken and built a fantasy in her head. What you saw as giving your assistant work, she saw as some crazy relationship. It’s her issue. Not yours,” Heaven assures me.
The conversation makes me more tired. I shove my half-eaten salmon and veggie plate aside and push back from the table.
“I’m going to lie down.” I don’t wait for a response as I enter one of the bedrooms. I’ve always been partial to the one on the left side. Maybe because the other two rooms are on the other side of the split floor plan.
Heaven, Beau, and my parents stay behind to finish dinner, but she’s entering not even five minutes later.
“I’m here to tuck you in,” she says softly and rubs my hair. “I’ll be back after our guests are settled.”
“Our guests?” I joke weakly.
“Yes, our guests.” She kisses my forehead and squeezes my hand.
I begin to doze off, but the moment I fall into any type of decent sleep, I’m popping up again. Allie has entered my headspace, and I need to get her out.
The room is dark, and I flinch when I feel someone touch me.
“It’s me, Axel,” Heaven whispers to not startle me.
I release a heavy breath and lie back down. “Sorry.”
“No need to be sorry.” She pulls my head onto her chest. I’m calmed by her heartbeat and scent. “That bitch took your peace, and it’s a process to get it back. It’s okay to do whatever you need to do to get it back.”
“Normally, I go surfing or for a swim.”
“And you can once you get your strength back. Anything else?”
“Well…” I’m not sure sex is the best thing for us right now.
“You’ll get the desire back for that as well. This is why they think some women are better adjusted. We get our feelings out. I’d probably cry. It’s okay if you want to release your emotions.”
I sigh and play with the string on her sleep shorts. It’s funny she’s never slept in this much clothing before. Normally, I’d be appalled.
“That’s the crazy part. I don’t even feel like crying. I’m just numb and tired.”
