Chapter Forty-Seven
Maya
“I don’t think I have ever been so happy to say this but Maya, you are now free to leave. I’ve sorted out your discharge papers so you can go home whenever you’re ready.” Dr Smyth smiles at me, his own eyes shining with emotion. “I hope I don’t see you for a very long time.” We all laugh at that.
“Yeah, me too Doc,” I reply.
His eyes linger for a moment more on Fallon before he turns towards the door. He stops when he gets there, turning back to me.
“Look after yourself Maya. Remember, life is for living, don’t let that vile excuse of a human hold you back.”
Before I get chance to respond, he closes the door behind him.
“Let’s get you home!” Fallon squeals excitedly.
Apparently, they have all decided they’re staying the night with me tonight at Tommy’s place.I don’t really feel in the mood to socialise after everything but who am I to say no? They’ve been through all this shit just as much as I have.
Blair comes to the door with a wheelchair, motioning for me to get in. “Come on princess. Your carriage awaits,” She laughs.
“I don’t need that, I can walk!” I roll my eyes. I am not getting in that thing. “Someone might need it.”
“Doctors orders, now get in so we can get home and eat junk food all night,” She orders, her stern no shit taking expression back in place.
I huff as I stand, swaying slightly. Tommy grabs onto me and helps to guide me over to the chair.
“Didn’t need the chair?” He asks smugly.
I huff out a breathe in annoyance as I plonk my arse down.
“Come on peasant, take me to my vehicle,” I say with dramatic flair, waving my hand as the royal family do.
The past week has gone by in a rush. My mum is still in custody but likely won’t be getting much of a sentence as it seems she really didn’t have a clue what Jake/Jack was up to, even though I had told her it was him all along. As usual, she only thought of me as an income for her, I don’t plan to ever see or speak to her again.
I’m finally feeling more human although myhead still hurts where the stitches are. The girls left after only staying the one night, I needed time alone with Tommy and I have done absolutely nothing all week. He has been at my beck and call, not letting me lift a finger. I have relaxed, read books and slept. The one thing I do want though, Tommy won’t give to me.
But today that is all going to change.
It’s late morning so I know where I will find him, working away in his office. He’s been trying to catch up on all the work he’s missed out on while I’ve been recovering. He works so hard, I feel awful that I can’t help him with any of it.
I decide to take a shower, shaving and exfoliating every part of me. I want to feel sexy for him because god knows I haven’t made any effort since I’ve been home from hospital. Once I’m out I spray his favourite perfume on me and add a small amount of make up. There’s not much I can do with the bruising so this will have to do.
Now I just need to decide what underwear to wear but after staring at the drawer for a few minutes I come up with a better idea. I replace the towel with my silk dressing gown with nothing underneath and go to look for him. His office door is open as usual, with him sat at his desk staring intently at the screen. He hasn’t even heard me enter the room. I knock gently on the door and his eyes spring up to meet mine.
“Hey baby, are you okay?” he asks, as his gaze trails over me.
“I was wondering if you had a break coming up soon?” I say as my hands drifts lower, slowly pulling at the strings of my dressing gown. I leave it on for now but open, so he can see exactly what I’m getting at.
He slams the laptop shut and pushes his chair back from the desk. He sits with his legs apart, leaning back in his chair, his muscly arms resting on each side.
“Come here,” He demands, lust taking over him.
I saunter over, taking my time just to wind him up even more. A small growl erupts from his throat when I’m in reaching distance.
But he doesn’t touch me.
“Sit on the desk.”
I don’t reply, I just let the gown drop off the sides of my shoulders as I take a seat in front of him. He takes a foot in each hand, placing them on the arms of his chair as he pulls himself closer to me. I’m spread wide open for him. My clit has a pulse of its own as he stares at it. He lifts a hand, touching my throat, before trailing it down to pinch my nipple. The sensation has my head dropping back. I never knew just how much I love my breasts being played with until I met this man, he always gives every part of my body attention.
