Page 10 of What She Wants

I knew I had to leave. He would have had me in love by the time morning came. He's too good at what he does. I know some women are proud of squirting but it's never happened to me before that fucking Delgado put his hands on me.

Ooh, and the way he ate me…the memory has me sitting up straight and looking around. I squirm a little then look down despite already knowing what I'd find. Goosebumps.

This is insane. It's days later and I'm still affected. I cannot go out like this. I stand as an abrupt idea pops into my head; I'm switching countries. My feet only take me two steps before I remember the company that I co-own with Karessa.

Fuck, new plan. Hide.

Surely, I can pull off some sort of witness protection type of arrangement since my dad co-runs the whole damn country. He should be scared of me and the power I hold in my country, yet, I'm hoping all the due mothers he has will keep delivering back to back so he can stay busy.

What’s so different about him?

That is the question that has been bothering me the last few days. Sure he’d win a gold in the lover olympics but that’s not what’s lingering. I just can’t put my finger on it. I may not have an answer but I know when to get ghost and that’s exactly what I did. I haven’t heard from him since that night but I’ve been constantly looking over my shoulder. It doesn’t feel like a done deal by a long shot.

I distract myself from the constant thoughts of him by getting ready for the day. Picking my outfit usually takes a good twenty minutes, my hair another, and my makeup is about 15 minutes. My routine can stay under an hour if everything looks the way I want when it's all together

I’m in my lip gloss selection phase when something on the television catches my eye. I jump up and raise the volume. I’m stunned as the news reports that Markos has been shot several times and rushed to the hospital. That’s all that’s reported but we all know that Founder’s kids and such only go to one hospital and you need to be high on the country’s importance chain to get to the part where he’d be held. My concern for him is enough for me to grab a translucent color and head for the door.

I need to know more than what the news is saying. I think about his family and his wife and say little prayers from them. I know I will pass out if this happens to anyone in my family because I feel sick to my stomach just thinking about Markos not making it.

It doesn’t take me a long time to get to the hospital and I go around to the VIP entrance to avoid the paparazzi and other onlookers. This is not about me today and I don’t want it to be. I’m shocked that my kiss with Marín didn’t make it into the news cycle. Small miracles I guess.

Once I enter, I feel a little nervous as things I didn't consider start to surface. What if I’m not allowed to see him? I know I’m a leClaire but Andres is also a leader of this country and can put his own rules into place. I straighten my spine and move forward with the expectation that I won’t be allowed in so I’m not disappointed when I can’t visit him.

There is enough security outside to guard our dads but I’m not surprised, one of us getting hurt is a big deal. I’m surprised that I get waved through but relieved that he must be okay if I am able to visit.

He’s surrounded by his family, Bowie, and his wife is off to the side. She looks scared but I guess I would be too if I had a husband who almost died. It’s weird seeing Markos in a hospital bed. His large frame always seems bigger than life even when he’s quiet.

I relax a little when he smiles at me. My relief doubles, if he’s smiling then he’s more than okay. He’s all bandaged and hooked up to several machines. His dark hair is pushed out of his face to enhance the alertness of his eyes. Smiling, I give him a quick hug and drop a joke before his wife tries to fight me.

I haven’t fully looked at her but I can feel her looking at us. It’s fine, I'm sure they have a lot of catching up to do plus I won’t be here long now that I’ve verified for myself that he’s okay. He needs to be with his family and the longer I stay in this hospital, the more likely I am to run into the very guy I’m avoiding.

Markos looks over to his woman and she disappears into the bathroom.Welp, that’s my cue.

“I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay. I’ll leave you to your family, big guy.”

He has half of a smile on his face to acknowledge what I said but his eyes are still on the door. I pat Markos’ hand and stop to give Bowie, who’s also interested in the bathroom door, a quick hug on the way out. I don’t know what’s going on but I’ve reached the maximum limit of my stay.

Once I’m outside of his room and past the wall of security, I look both ways as if I’m preparing to cross the street but this is way more dangerous. ICU shouldn’t be anywhere near labor and delivery so I try to take some solace in that. I move towards the exit to the private parking garage as fast as I can manage while still looking calm and collected. I smile at the exit sign but my victory is short lived.

“I wasn’t through with you. I told you I had you for the night,” his voice instantly makes my nipples hard but he doesn’t have to know that.

Turning slowly, I face him and dammit his navy scrubs don’t make him any less hot. His defined arms press against the material of his sleeves when he folds them across his chest. The memories of how he looks naked is almost enough to make me cave. Damn him and his perfect body.

Doing my best to look above this moment. I stand straighter and relax my shoulders. “Technically, I left after midnight, therefore fulfilling your request.”

He clenches his jaw and moves more into my space. He smells like ‘I do’ and looks like ‘happily ever after.’

“First, it wasn’t arequest.Plus, you damn well knew what I meant. You were mine until the sun came up. I still have so many,” his tongue darts out to moisten his lips. “plans for your body. You robbed us of that.”

I fold my arms to further my lie of being unaffected. “You got what you wanted.”

He tilts his head like a predator analyzing his prey but his sigh tells me he’s been up for a long time and is tired. “Does this bullshit work on the other losers?”

Now I’m offended. “It’s not bullshit. We had a night; leave it at that.”

“No.” It’s a simple response but it said so much.

He drops his arms and is now standing to his full height, making me feel like I'm not taller than the average woman. The fire in his eyes tells me that he’s going to be a problem. Marín is closer although I don’t remember him moving.

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