Page 43 of Sinful Secrets

“Can I ask another question?” He hums a yes whilst trailing kisses down my neck.

“Tell me about your family,” I state, and he freezes immediately.

“Nothing to tell. My mother left when I was young, leaving me with my abusive alcoholic father, living in a shitty trailer park. You want to know why I won’t have anyone call me Rusty, apart from it being a fucking trashy name, is because I'm not him anymore, I’m not the weak, hungry and skinny kid from the trailer park. I won’t take anyone pushing me around, I can defend myself now. I'm not him. I will never be that kid again,” he grits angrily. There is so much hatred in his voice talking about his mom and dad.

“Khan, I promise I won’t leave you,” I whisper. His eyes land on mine and I smile, no words needed and I can see the love behind his gaze.

* * *

He never went back to his welcome home party, we stayed in bed together for the rest of the night. He would never admit it, but he was exhausted and needed to rest, and I enjoyed having him with me.

I slowly creep out of bed to go make him some coffee. I grab the robe off the back of the door and step out into the corridor. I push open the kitchen door and freeze when I see a guy stood there, drinking a coffee.

“Morning,” I say shyly as I make my way to the coffee pot.

“Morning, er, Talitha, right?” he asks. I nod my head and smile. “Good to properly meet you, I'm Rubble,” he introduces himself.

“Hi,” I reply.

He smirks whilst drinking his coffee. I make some toast and pour a glass of orange juice. I open every cupboard looking for a tray.

“Bottom cupboard to your right,” Rubble directs.

I turn to face him. “Thanks.” I smile.

I load up the tray and make my way out of the kitchen. “He can be an ass, but he's a good man. Glad he's found someone,” Rubble calls out.

I turn and smile at him. “I'm glad he found me.”

Back inside his room, I place the tray down and try and crawl back into bed. Khan’s eyes shoot open, and his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me down and pinning me to the bed. I let out a squeal.

“Well good morning, beautiful.” He kisses me.

“I brought us some coffee and toast, so you can take your medication.” I sigh as he trails kisses along my shoulder to my neck.

“Hmm, not hungry,” he murmurs.

“Khan, you need to take your medication,” I breathe. He huffs, grabbing the orange juice and opening the bottle of pills, knocking them back with the juice.

“There, happy?” he asks.

I laugh and nod. “Yes very.”

“Now, where was I…” He rubs his hands together, but before he can do anything, there’s a knock at the door. “Fuck,” he moans. “What?!” he yells.

The door opens and Rubble sticks his head around the door and smiles. “Glad to see you’re getting back to yourself, brother. But Pres has called church. Right now.”

Khan groans. “Out of the hospital one fucking day and he's already busting my damn balls.”

He leans down, kissing me and stands up.

“Fuck, man, put some clothes on, I don’t need to see your morning wood,” Rubble complains.

“Stop your bitching, you’re in my fucking room, I won’t ever apologise for Vlad,” he says over his shoulder as he walks into his bathroom.

“Vlad is your penis?” I question.

Rubble nods. “Yeah, darlin’, and your man like to show Vlad off like a damn trophy.”

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