Page 70 of Their Deviant Love
“Kayleigh was… not as bad as I expected. Beautiful, obviously, because my brothers are catches, you know.”
“That’s… weird that you would think that.”
“They’re good looking, rich, and would kill for the women they love. What more could a girl possibly want?”
“Personality,” Connor deadpans, and I slap at his shoulder.
“My brothers have personalities.” I stand and reach for Connor’s hand. “Okay, let’s go up to the bedroom. I’ll get the doc to set you up in there so everyone walking around here doesn’t see what’s happening.”
“You really are the best,” Connor says.
“I know.” I spin on my heels and walk into the hall. “I’ll meet you up there,” I call out on my way to the kitchen, where I find Kathleen, the housemaid, or house manager, whatever it is Connor called her. “Hey, I was just going to grab some drinks and snacks,” I tell her.
“Oh, no, dear, let me fix you something.” She opens the pantry.
“There really is no need. I’m just going to grab some chips and water. There’s a doctor arriving in about five minutes. Can you send him up to Connor’s room for me, please?” I ask.
“Of course. Is everything okay?” She gives me a wary look.
“Everything is fine.” I pick up two bottles of water and a bag of chips. Then I head upstairs and find Connor sitting on the bed.
“You know we don’t need to do this today,” he says.
“Yes, we do. The sooner you start treatment, the sooner you will feel better,” I tell him. “I’ve been reading up about it, this weird Irish thing you have.”
“Weird Irish thing?” Connor laughs. “It’s just high iron levels, princess. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“It’s making you feel like shit, which means it’s a big deal. I don’t like seeing you hurting, Connor. So, we are going to fix you.” I dump the water bottle on the bed, followed by the bag of chips. “I asked Kathleen to let the doc up here.”
“She’s going to worry,” Connor says.
“I told her everything was fine.”
“Well, then she’s going to hope you’re pregnant.” He laughs again. “Catholic Irish women, Aurora, they worry and pray for pregnancies.”
“Really not that different from Italian women then.” I smirk. “Except we cook better food.”
“Yeah… let’s go with that.” Connor looks at me suspiciously.
“Well, not me, but most Italian women cook fantastic food.” I shrug. “I just didn’t inherit that gene.”
A knock at the door has me jumping, before I remind myself I’m okay here. I walk over and let the doctor into the room.
“Thanks for coming, doc.”
“Miss Valentino, anytime. Although I must say this wasn’t a place I ever thought I’d find you.”
“Things change. Did you read the files I sent you?”
“I did. This must be him.” The doctor walks over and introduces himself to Connor.
I wish we could stay in New York, set him up with one doctor and a regular treatment plan. I’m just going to have to figure this out wherever we end up.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Never in a million years did I think I’d be going with Aurora to her parents’ house for dinner. And yet that’s exactly what we’re doing. After the doc left, with a pint of my blood in a bag, Aurora and I showered. More like we fucked in the shower and then washed off, but you get the point.
Now my hand is gripped tightly in hers—though she’s the one doing the gripping. I’m not sure what she’s got to be nervous about. No one here wants to killher.
