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He was right, but I’d never admit it to him.I looked over at the nurse’s button, wondering how long they wouldtake to come if I pressed it. They’d help me get him out.

“Don’t even think about it. I’m taking you tothe shower. I’ve already put clean underwear, a nighty, and othergirly stuff Mum thought you’d need.”

“Ah, what a sweet thing to do.”

Stephan shook his head. “She’s sweet? And mewho’s been looking after you isn’t?”

“Your mum isn’t pissing me off now by takingover and being bossy. I bet she’d listen if I told her I could walkto the bathroom and shower on my own.”

“I bet she would, but I’m not my mother. Sotough luck for you.” He walked with me in his arms to the bathroom,sitting me on a seat he’d placed in there. I rolled my eyesheavenward praying for patience. He turned on the shower tapsfiddling with them. “Okay. It should be perfect temperaturenow.”

I raised my eyebrow, because really, I couldget my own water to the temperature I wanted. Stephan stared at meand I glared back. I crossed my arms over my chest, which was hardto do with a cast, and gave my best death stare. I wasn’t taking mygown off until he left. No way was he seeing me naked…er again.

“Do you need me to help you undress?”

“No. Get out.” He didn’t move so I stood,hobbling toward him. “Out now, Stephan, or so help me God I willkill you.”

The wanker smiled. “Okay, little bit, I’ll beout the door. Call me when you get in the shower.”

Ha, I wasn’t going to call him. He left andshut the door and locked it, grinning at my win.

Stripping out of my hospital gown andunderwear was a workout. I slowly made my way back to the runningwater and eased under it, wincing when it hit my still tenderflesh. I was glad Stephan wasn’t in the bathroom. He would havefreaked when I’d winced and taken me out. He’d become moreoverbearing than ever. I told myself over and over he was lookingafter me, but today it wasn’t helping.

At the side I noticed a pink overnight bag.Opening it I saw everything I could ever need. The bag was stuffedfull of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face scrub, bunch ofcreams, a new toothbrush, and toothpaste. She’d even added a smallsewing kit, and a miniature manicure set. I stayed in the showerfor as long as I could and used most of my new things.

I sighed and got out when I heard, “I’mcoming in now if you don’t answer me. I’ll break the fucking doorif I have to.”

Turning off the shower, I wrapped the towelaround me and yelled, “I’m fine. Stay calm and don’t even think ofcoming in here.”

When I didn’t hear anything back I driedmyself and went to over to a very expensive looking pink and blacksuitcase. I opened it and groaned, if it was all very girly. I wasa jeans and t-shirt girl, sometimes I wore a skirt and heels, butthese, were, well they were something. They were all in my size andevery piece was name brand. I picked out pink panties. The matchingbra was nice but I knew with my cast I’d never get it on, well notwhile I was still bruised and in pain. Rummaging through I found abunch of silk and satin PJs. Picking out the one that covered themost, I put the top on and the pants using the seat to help mybalance.

Taking a deep calming breath, I hobbled tothe door, gritting my teeth as the pain in my legs made themselvesknown, and I opened the door. I stood still because I knew ifStephan saw me move he’d flip.

He gave me a slow appraisal. “You lookcute.”

I knew I still looked like shit, all purple,black, and yellow, but I had to pick my fights so there was nopoint in arguing. “Thanks. It’s nice of your mum to lend me herclothes.”

“Oh she didn’t lend you anything. She boughtyou everything and had them washed and ready for you.”

“What? You’re joking, right? She can’t have.She would have spent a fortune. They’re all big name brands.”

He shrugged. “She did. Everything is yours,even the suitcase.” He came to me, picked me up, and wrapped mygood arm around him. “She’s excited. Silly thing even painted abedroom suite for you. I told her you were staying in my room withme.”

“I am not.”

He kissed my forehead. “Yeah, little bit, youare.”

Stephan sat me on the bed and I glared athim. “I most assuredly am not.”

He chuckled. “Uh-huh, you can think that, butyou’re going to get a shock tomorrow to see your things in my room,which is now our room.”

“I really hate you.”

“No, you really don’t.”

“Argh, stop telling me how I feel.”

Laughter had me glancing at the door to see acouple in their late forties, standing watching. I felt heat riseon my cheeks in embarrassment as I realized the couple wereStephan’s parents. “Oh God kill me now,” I whispered.

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