Ace said she was single. She didn’t mention any other men in her life.
“Fuck,” I growl as I squeeze the power button on her phone so hard I’m surprised the entire thing doesn’t crack as it shuts off.
I might not have time for a relationship, but I’m sure as hell not going to share Ace with any other man while I’m fucking her. And once she feels better, I’m going to make thatperfectlyclear to her.
And I’m going to hunt down whoever this motherfucker is, and I’m going to slaughter him.
CHAPTER 18
Ace
Slowly blinking my eyes open,I take in my immediate surroundings. I’m still at Kian’s.
What time is it?
I try to lick my lips, but my mouth is bone dry and tastes like vomit.
Oh my God.
I suck in a breath and slowly look around, not wanting to make myself nauseous again.
He watched me vomit.
And held my hair.
Then called in a doctor.
Who has a doctor who does house calls in the middle of the night?
Men like him. That’s who.
Kian may not be in a mafia family, but I get the feeling they might as well be.
Carefully, I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, my gaze landing on the empty trash can on the floor next to me and a somewhat-fresh bowl of ice on the nightstand along with several bottles of water, a heating pad, and saltine crackers.
A lump forms in my throat while I sit for a minute to regulate myself before I try to walk. My balance is always off during and after a migraine, and the last thing I want to do is throw up again.
Kian was so damn sweet last night. He swooped in and took over. For the first time since I started experiencing migraines, I wasn’t alone, thinking I might actually die because the pain was so severe. Not only did he take care of me, but he was so freaking sweet about it. He’d expected a night of hot sex, and he had to deal withthat, which he did so easily.
The bedroom door opens, and I look over as Kian walks in, still in his underwear, his eyebrows pinched and jaw set. When he notices me, he stops and opens his mouth like he’s going to say something but then closes it before he comes over and opens a bottle of water for me.
“Thank you,” I rasp.
He nods and watches while I take several drinks, then takes it from me when I finish.
“How are you feeling?” he asks quietly.
“Tired and groggy, but not hurting like I was.”
“Would you like to take a bath?”
His offer is so sweet that I want to accept, but his tone is tight, and I get the feeling he’s ready for me to be gone. Of course he doesn’t want to deal with this. I’m some chick he was trying to fuck.
“No, thank you. I just want to go home and go back to bed for a while.”
Kian stares at me, his eyes studying me for a moment before he nods. “I’ll find you some sweats to put on, and I’ll take you home.”
He’s beenquiet ever since he walked back into the bedroom. Kian is always quiet, but there’s a tension in the air I can feel even through my hazy state of mind. I’m too tired to ask questions, though. I meant it when I said I wanted to go back to bed.
