Page 61 of Siren's Game

There is no way I can tell her that I'm starting to like her. That my heart flutters when she looks at me. Because that would definitely spook her and send her off. So I divert.

"Because I was afraid it had something to do with me." A teasing retort is on the top of her tongue, I can see it on her face, but I quickly continue. "Maybe you were skipping work because you found it awkward to run into me."

"Sure," she says with an eyeroll, but I can see a smile. “Did you think I was scared of your monster cock?” She chuckles, but suddenly her face contorts into a grimace and she pulls her knees to her chest. "Fuck."

"Does it hurt that bad?" I ask and get up, I don’t know why, ready to fight someone if it would make her feel better or something. "Where are your painkillers?"

"I'm out of painkillers," she tells me with a strained voice before she breaks into a groan and tilts her head down so her face is hidden behind her hair. Then she releases a soft breath and her shoulders relax the tiniest bit. "And I couldn't bring myself to deal with getting new ones. I didn't think the cramps be that bad this month. It's not often that they knock me out like this."

"See? Good thing I came over." I head to the kitchen to grab the ones I brought with me, just hoping they’re the right ones.

For once, I'm really glad I decided to listen to my mother. After filling a glass with water, I bring both to Kayla and her whole face relaxes in relief when she sees them. Without hesitation, she pops two pills out and swallows them down with a greedy sip of water, keeping her eyes closed.

"Is there anything else I can do?" I want to pull her into my arms, make the pain go away, but that’s not happening.

"You can order me food," she says contemplatively, nodding slightly and opening her eyes in a lazy blink. "Get me a pineapple pizza please?"

"You're a heathen," I say with a chuckle and pull out my phone to order.

"And you're about to become a head shorter." Another groan falls from her lips, obviously not the good kind, and her whole body tenses again. "As soon as I can move."

"Alright, alright," I mumble and pull up a food delivery app. “You’re getting your disgusting pizza.”

Apparently, there's an Italian restaurant close by. I just hope they even offer pizza with pineapple. The country of Italy will probably distance itself from the restaurant, but hallelujah, they do. They also have a bunch of other stuff that sounds amazing, so I go to town on my order.

"Fifteen minutes," I tell her and throw the phone aside.

Kayla

MyeyesfollowAsheras he heads to the door to get our food when my doorbell rings.

I can't believe he came over.

And I sit here, the worst I've ever looked and probably the worst I’ve ever smelled because I just couldn’t get myself to shower the past few days. Not exactly how I ever wanted him to see me.

I also can't be bothered to get up and try to fix myself up to look more presentable. That's just not happening today. It’s too late now, anyways.

I grimace when another cramp makes me groan and curl my toes while clutching the hot after bottle to where it hurts.

Why aren't there any painkillers that work within seconds of taking them? Seriously, that would be such an amazing invention.

I only lift my head when the painful pull in my insides subsides, looking right into Asher's worried brown eyes.

"Is everything alright?" he asks, and I find myself nodding. Right now, it is. I just hope the painkillers are going to work soon.

I make grabby hands for the pizza in his hand and he chuckles, shaking his head before he hands it to me. "Do you need a plate? Cutlery?"

"Nah, I'm good." I've already opened the box and have a piece halfway to my mouth. That’s when I realize that this is actually the second time he’s brought me pizza. Apparently, I’m that easy. "Can you get me some orange juice from the fridge though?"

"Of course, your highness." He grins and jumps up, padding to the kitchen on his socks. When did he even take off his shoes?

"Finally, you call me by my rightful title," I shout after him and take a big bite of my pizza.

"Sure, sure,Sweetheart." I reach for a pillow and throw it blindly into his voice’s direction. Something clutters and I doubt it flew even close to where Asher is, but I can’t be bothered to turn around.

"Thank you,Honey," I tease him when he comes back and hands me the orange juice.

"You know, orange juice and pizza seems like a disgusting combination," he points out and shakes his head.

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