Page 3 of Her Overprotective Fiance

Don't panic.

But my heart is an idiot like always, and it starts racing uncontrollably.

Am I...okay?

I know the word is lame as fuck, but it's all I can handle right now.

I just want to know if I'm...okay.

So, let's see...

I'm still fully clothed, for one.

And from what I've read, the part between my legs is supposed tohurt.

If I'm not okay, that is.

But I think...I am.

Right?

Because if I'm wrong, then I should feel differently.

I'd know...right?

If I'm not...okay?

"I know you're awake."

FUCK.

It takes everything in me to stay abso-fucking-lutely still and not open my eyes. The voice may have sounded gentle and distinctly female, but who gives a shit? I bet people said the same thing about the Countess of Bath just before she had their bodies drained of blood.

"You have no reason to believe meyet,but you're safe with us."

Yeah right.

"SignorMarchetti—-"

Did she just say'Marchetti'?

"It's no use to keep pretending you're asleep when your heart rate just spiked up."

Fuck.

The truth in her words is a hard pill to swallow, but I still feel nauseous like hell as I slowly force my eyes open.

Fuck.

Why is everything spinning?

"It's alright. Just take deep breaths."

The other woman's words make me feel like a fucking baby, and I hate it.

But with the world around me still spinning, it's not like I have a choice.

Inhale.

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