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“I should have had him walk me up.” I think as I push the button for the elevator and lean against the wall, threatening to leave a stain on the off-white paint.
Even with the express car that opens right to my penthouse room, it’s a trek for how wasted I feel. When I walk into my room, and kick off my muddy shoes, I almost collapse on the hard floor.
“Fuck. I need help.” I groan, stumbling through the suite’s living area, pulling my cell from my pocket and turning it on.
The screen lights up, and notifications start coming through. There’s missed calls and texts from probably everyone I know including hundreds of them from Millie. Rolling my eyes I swipe past all hers and open the last text from Ashley and hit the call icon at the top of the screen.
She answers on the first ring, sounding worried and out of breath.
“Adrian?”
“Yeah.”
“Holy shit are you okay? Daniel flew out of the office like a bat out of hell right after he got here from your trip. He said something about you being in a wreck.”
“I’m banged up, and I need help.” I sigh into the phone, not wanting to explain everything just yet, and I can tell by the pause she makes, she understands.
“Where are you?’
“My usual room. Come to me please.”
“I’m on my way.”
Sleep takes me again as I sit on the sofa in the living room area, putting my feet up on the scrolled coffee table.
“Come on big guy. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I hear in my sleep, but unlike Daniel, Ashley wakes me with a gentle kiss to my forehead. It still hurts though. “You look terrible.”
“Hey thanks.” I mumble, opening my eyes, seeing her leaning over me, her dark brown hair falling over her shoulder, her blue eyes glistening in the overhead lighting.
“You know what I mean. Come on. Up.”
She’s stronger than she looks, and with a big grunt, she lifts me off the couch and gets me on my feet, steadying me when I teeter and lean.
“I’m good.” I say to her, trying to take a step forward by myself, which has me wobbling with the first lift of my foot.
“Like hell you are. Come on, in the bath for you. I already have it ready.”
“Have I ever told you how much I love you.” I say to her, leaning on her as she walks me to the ensuite and the already full tub that’s overflowing with floral scented bubbles.
“All the time, kinda.” She laughs. “Now let’s get you nakies and in there.”
“Nakies? Am I a little kid?”
“Well yeah with the way you acted. Daniel told me everything on the way over.”
“Great.” I say, rolling my eyes as she strips my pants off me, kneeling in front of me, and for the first time in, well ever, I don’t have a hard on with her face right in front of my dick.
I do however perk up a little when she pulls my shirt off over my head and then starts to strip herself.
“Don’t even think about it, Sir.” She says, eyeing me up, knowing what’s going on in my head. “I’m not rebound sex, and I sure as hell ain’t fucking you with you in this condition. Now in the bath.” She adds, pointing to the tub and holding onto my arm, helping me step in.
“Yes mom.”
The hot water feels amazing, but what’s better is the feeling of her gently washing away all the grime and blood from me with gentle, loving strokes.
I lean back onto the rear wall of the footed bath and close my eyes, just feeling the feel of her touch and the way that, combined with the fresh scent, lulls me to a calmness I haven’t felt since before getting on the plane to come back home, and maybe even before that, like before I bought Millie that fucking phone.
“You wanna talk about it? About her?”
