Page 29 of Imperfection is Beauty

No hesitation.

But not wanting her to know the exact amount of power she held over me, instead, I asked, “You spoke to Aliyah, didn’t you?”

At her nod, I smiled, “Let me guess, she told you to raise your brow and say excuse me at my growl?”

She nodded again, and I laughed.

“I’m sorry about growling. I’ve had a few shitty days.” And that was my story, and I was sticking to it.

That was when she grabbed what she needed and then looked at me, sighing. I ran through everything I could that would turn me off, and all I had to do was picture my soon-to-be ex-wife.

Yep, that did it in time for her to lift the sheet and do what she needed to do.

Once that was out, she carefully helped me stand and then helped me to the bathroom.

Once I was finished, she helped me back to the bed, and as I was lowering down to the bed, my hand grazed her hip.

If I could’ve fist-bumped, I would’ve.

Fuckin’. A.

I wanted to imprint my hand there on her hip and shout to the rooftops that she was claimed.

But I didn’t have that right… Yet.

As soon as I was on my ass and swinging my legs over the bed, she said, “Okay, I’ve got to make my other rounds. Do you need anything else?”

I shook my head.

Once I was situated and covered back up, she smiled and then headed to the door.

My eyes were on her body as she walked out of my room.

Would it be bad of me to call out to her and beg her to stay?

Probably.

But when less than two minutes went by, my brother walked in with two cups of strawberry jello.

I nodded my thanks and then ate both cups.

And then… my eyes went to the clock, and I started counting the seconds, the minutes, and then the hours until she was back.

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“Good Morning, Mr. DuPointe.” That wasn’t her voice.

I narrowed my eyes at her, “Where’s Scarlett?”

The woman with the wrong hair color, eye color, the wrong everything said, “She was given another set of rooms.”

I growled and then said, “I want to see the nurse in charge.”

“Umm, I’m sorry but she’s busy.” No, the fuck she wasn’t.

After I heard what I did last night when the night nurse forgot to close my door… my temper was bursting at a new level.

Then, Van took in my face, stepped to the door of my room, and cracked it open.

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