Page 134 of Broken Daddy
Which was pretty damn impossible in the state she was. But she managed to move her injured arm away from her chest with a great deal of effort and quiet moaning. Then she pressed her face to her bent knees.
You are not going to faint.
You are not going to vomit.
And you are definitely not going to pee your pants.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t entirely sure that she wouldn’t do all three. Which was going to be hell to clean up with only one arm and a spinning head.
“Devi? Devi, what the hell? Where is she? They can’t be doing tests at this time of night . . . Kent, where the fuck is she?” Hayes snapped.
For some reason, tears entered her eyes. She should call out. Should tell him to walk around the bed.
But she just . . . couldn’t.
Why was he here now? Where had he been?
Don’t ask.
He’s not your Daddy or your man.
No matter that she wanted him to be both.
Hayes was the guy who felt protective of her for some reason. But he had no obligation to help her.
So she stayed quiet. Of course, she wasn’t exactly thinking properly, because he wasn’t just going to leave without seeing her.
“What?” Kent asked.
“Where is Devi?” Hayes asked urgently.
“She should be in here. She hasn’t left. Is she in the bathroom?” Kent replied.
She heard their footsteps, but couldn’t look up.
“Shit! She’s here, Hayes. Devi, are you all right?” Kent asked.
She felt him come closer, however she couldn’t move her face from her knees. Although she wasn’t sure if that was due to dizziness or embarrassment.
“I’m fine,” she told him. “Just thought I’d sit here for a moment.”
“Devi! Fuck! What are you doing down there? Did you fall out of bed?” Suddenly, she found herself lifted into the air. She couldn’t help but let out a small moan of pain and she felt him stiffen.
“Shit. Fuck. Sorry, baby.”
“Do you want me to call the nurse?” Kent asked.
“No,” she snapped, then she winced. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be rude.”
“It’s all right, Devi,” Kent told her. “You don’t have to apologize.”
But she did. She felt terrible. Why was she snapping at Kent?
“I am sorry. I just . . . I don’t . . .” God, no crying. Where did crying ever get her?
Nowhere.
So she didn’t need to start doing it now.
