Page 25 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

He was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. And he was all mine. It didn’t seem real. I’d pinch myself later. I knew it was wrong to cheat a little, but I did. I had Simone beat the hell out of my face with makeup, so I looked my best when Ritchie took in my appearance.

His brow lifted. “Your face?”

Ritchie’s eyes darkened. “If your face has healed, that means I’ve been asleep for a long time,” he bit out.

He pulled himself into a sitting position.

“I’m wearing a ton of makeup. I wanted to look good for you,” I admitted.

“Tori, your eye isn’t sealed shut anymore.” He slid his fingers through his hair.

“Fuck. My hair is even longer than before. Which tells me I’ve been out for some time.”

“Ritchie, it’s only been four days. You’ll thank me later. Do you need help getting out of bed?”

“No,” he growled as he moved to the edge of the bed. Ritchie placed his fists on the mattress and pushed himself upward.

He stood on the side of the bed before snatching up his phone and walking toward the bathroom stark naked.

The purple and blue bruises weren’t as vibrant as before. I applied my own secret concoction to the gunshot wounds and the terrible bruise on the side of his torso. He didn’t have a limp anymore, either. I worked his thigh and leg muscles while he was sleeping. I didn’t overexert myself. I only worked his limbs three times a day.

“Are you upset with me?”

“No,” he grumbled before he closed the bathroom door.

Liar.I shrugged and popped a sliced kiwi into my mouth. I’d been awake for a few hours. About thirty minutes ago, I’d gone downstairs to the kitchen and prepared a bowl of fruit for Ritchie and me. He’d want a hearty meal after his shower. Too bad I couldn’t stand in the kitchen for long periods of time. If I could, I’d whip him up something special. For now, he’d have to settle for a microwaveable breakfast sandwich. I ground my back molars together in anger. I hated being physically weak.

Taking in my glossy cinnamon skin brought a smile to my face. I felt invigorating after my long bath this morning. Despite only being able to soak my sore lower limbs.

Leaning back against the headboard, I zoned out, watching the Today show.

“Tori, Tori.” A long finger brushed my cheek.

My eyes fluttered open. I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep.

He slipped his fingers through his sandy brown hair. Water beaded at the ends of his medium length strands. Ritchie’s abs rippled with the slight movement. My tongue instinctively slicked over my lips as I stared at the gorgeous man standing before me. I glanced at the green towel hanging low on his waist,exposing the perfectly defined V. Resisting him just became so much harder.

“Are you tired?” he asked.

“A little bit. I’ve been up for a few hours.”

He grabbed a melon chunk out of the bowl and popped it into his mouth.

“Go back to sleep,” he ordered. Worry laced his words.

“No, I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” I stretched my hand out, running it over his wound.

“How are you doing?” I asked.

He placed his big hand over mine. “Better now that I can see your beautiful face in real time outside of my dreams.”

My heart fluttered in my chest at his statement.

“Sit down, Ritchie. Eat some more fruit.” I tossed a melon cube into my mouth as I relaxed against the headboard.

He walked to the other side of the bed. “Where’s my duffel bag?”

“I placed your belongings in the first three drawers.”

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