Page 51 of His Obsession

“Bad. So bad.”

“Try to rest. I’ll wake you up when Lucian gets here,” Jake says as he pulls the blanket over me. “Try to stay on your side in case you get sick again.”

“Mhmm,” I mumble. I give into the exhaustion and fall asleep.

“Elise,” a soft voicecalls out to me. “Baby, it’s me. I need you to wake up for a second.”

“Luci,” I mutter.

“Yeah, baby. It’s me,” he says. “Let’s get you to your room, okay?”

“Mmkay,” I mumble. “Don’t worry. Jake was a good boy.”

“Probably afraid of getting puked on,” Jake jokes.

“Shit, I’m afraid of getting puked on,” Lucian chuckles. “Thanks for taking care of her, Jake. It means a lot.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t let anyone get hurt like that. It wouldn’t have felt right to just drop her off in her room, either,” he explains.

“Come on, my love,” Lucian says as he scoops me into his arms. I turn into him and bury my face in his neck.

“I missed you,” I say.

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” he says. “Jake, again, thank you so much.”

“Just let me know how she’s doing, if you don’t mind,” he says.

“Come up and see her later when she’s a bit more conscious. I don’t know if she will remember any of this,” he says.

“I will. Thank you,” Jake says.

Lucian carries me out of Jake’s room and up to mine… Someone must have found my bag, because I hear him hook my phone up to the charger before undressing me. I sit up slightly to take my shirt off and nausea punches through me.

“I’m going to be sick,” I groan.

“Come on,” he says as he helps me up. I manage to get to the bathroom in time before I start throwing up. Lucian pulls my hair back into a hair tie before gently rubbing my back.

“I’m sorry,” I sniffle.

“Don’t apologize because some asshole drugged you, Elise,” he says, continuing to soothe me.

“You were worried, and I wasn’t paying attention,” I argue. “I looked away from my drink. I should have known better.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean it was an invitation for him to try to rape you. This isn’t on you, baby,” he says.

Instead of responding, I start throwing up again to the point of dry heaving. I hate throwing up so much. I’d much rather be unconscious right now. Lucian fetches a bottle of water and I take sips between episodes of vomiting, so at least I am throwing something up. Eventually, I can sip water without getting sick. Lucian helps me rinse my mouth before taking me back to bed. As he helps me get my shirt off, nausea hits me again. Only this time, I throw up, covering the both of us.

“I’m so sorry,” I say as I instantly start to cry.

“Hey. It’s okay, baby. It’s not a big deal,” he says, pulling his shirt off. “Let’s go take a shower and just relax for a moment. Okay?”

“I didn’t know I was…”

“Elise,” he says, cupping my face. “It’s okay, baby. I promise, it’s okay. Do you feel any better?”

“Yeah,” I say timidly.

“Good. Let’s go shower,” he says. He takes me to the bathroom, and we undress the rest of the way before stepping into the shower together. He takes his time washing the both of us before wrapping me in a hug. I lay my head against his chest and listen to the beating of his heart. I am still dizzy, but it’s been several hours now since the incident in the bar. I am ready to go home already. I am glad Lucian is here. I appreciate how Jake cared for me and was respectful while I was unconscious. It’s nice to know that I can trust him while in a position of helplessness. Hopefully, this will help ease some of Lucian’s paranoia. He is possessive of me, so I do understand.

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