Page 64 of Tempted By her Daddies

“They did. I think they just didn’t want me to get used to them or something,” she said.

Kind of a lie.

“And I never got used to swallowing pills, I guess. I just hate the feel of it going down my throat.”

“Shit. Didn’t you have any broken bones? Sprains? Muscle pain? What did you take? Liquid painkillers?”

“Um. Well, yes.” When she was given painkillers at all. And then sometimes, she was given pills and told that if the pain was bad enough then she’d just swallow them.

That hadn’t helped her pill phobia at all.

Yes, she was calling it a phobia.

She didn’t want to tell him that she’d suffered through a number of injuries without any sort of pain relief.

When her period had come, things had been brutal.

Thankfully, she’d trained so hard and lost so much weight that her periods had kind of disappeared anyway and when they did come, they were light and sporadic.

She hated to think what those years had done to her. It can’t have been healthy. She had an implant, but it hadn’t really helped make things more regular.

“I don’t think we have any liquid painkiller. I will send for some.”

Send for some? What did he mean?

“No, don’t do that,” she told him.

That seemed like it would take too long anyway. She intended to be up and moving in half an hour.

He shook out a pill onto his hand. “It is up to you, but I do not like seeing you in pain.”

That was kind of sweet.

She stared from the pill to him.

“If you cannot take it, then it doesn’t matter,” he told her. “We could try crushing it up and putting it in some yogurt.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Yuck. I’d still know it was there.”

“All right, that’s out, then. On to plan C.”

“You won’t send for liquid painkiller, right?” she asked to be sure.

“I’m sending for it whether you take the pill now or not.” He drew out his phone and typed something. “There. Done.”

“How could you do that so quickly?” she exclaimed, sitting up.

He pressed her so she lay back down. She rolled her eyes at him.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” he grumbled.

“What? Who? Me?” She gave him an innocent look.

He grunted with a small laugh, and she found herself grinning.

“Brat. You can do that with me. I find your sassiness cute. I bet you’re not like that with Roman.”

No, she wasn’t.

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