Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
On my way to the campus, I stop for the Gatorade and get some candy as well, knowing it will put a smile on Kingsley’s face.
When I steer the car through the gates of Trinity, I already feel better. I quickly find a parking space and grabbing the bags, I get out and jog toward The Hope Diamond.
When I reach the suite, and I have to knock a couple of times, the worry comes back full force. I’m just about to bang on the door when it opens.
“Sorry I took so long. I was helping Kingsley,” Layla explains.
I hold the bags out to her as I step inside. She takes them and peeks into the one bag. Taking out a Gatorade, she gives it to me. “See if you can get her to drink a little of this. I don’t want her to dehydrate.”
“I will.” I rush to the bedroom, and once inside, I shut the door behind me before I walk closer to the bed where Kingsley’s curled in a ball.
I set the drink down on the bedside table then lean over Kingsley so I can see her face. “Hey.”
Her eyes flutter open, and she gives me a weak smile. “Hey. I didn’t know it was so late already. I would’ve called you.” She glances at her alarm clock, then frowns. “What are you doing here in the middle of the day?”
I sit down next to her and gently rub circles over her back. “I took off early so I could come to check on you. How are you feeling?”
She lets out a groan as she turns over, so she’s facing me, then she snuggles closer until her forehead rests against my thigh. “Like roadkill.”
“Why didn’t you let me know?”
“I didn’t want to bother you while you were busy at work, and I slept most of the time.”
Standing up, I shrug out of my jacket and get rid of my tie and shirt before I kick off my shoes. Stepping out of my suit pants and socks, I say, “Move up a little.”
Kingsley scoots back so I can lie down next to her. I push an arm under her head and pull her against my chest. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I’m relieved when she doesn’t feel hot.
“Did you go to the doctor?”
She lightly shakes her head. “It’s just a bug. It will probably be gone tomorrow.”
Turning onto my back, I reach for the Gatorade. “Take a couple of sips before you sleep some more.”
I hand her the bottle, and she takes two sips before handing it back, then she pulls a face. She darts off the bed and rushes into the bathroom. I quickly set after her, and I’m just in time to pull her hair away from her face as her body begins to convulse, and she loses the little fluid she just got in.
When she’s done, she slowly gets up and rinses her mouth before she brushes her teeth.
“Hunt, I don’t like this one bit. I’m taking you to the doctor.”
“It’s nothing serious,” she argues, being stubborn as always.
Reaching for her face with both my hands, I force her to look up at me. “It wasn’t a question. I’m taking you to the doctor.”
She scrunches her nose at me. “You’re so damn bossy.”
“Only because you’re stubborn as fuck.”
She closes the distance between us and wrapping her arms around my waist, she rests her cheek against my chest. “I just want to sleep. If I’m still sick tomorrow, I’ll go.”
When we started dating, it was easy to argue with her, but as my love for her has grown, it’s become harder.
Needless to say, I’m fucked. I can’t deny Kingsley anything.
“Promise you’ll go tomorrow,” I compromise.
“Promise.”
I pull away from her so I can pick her up and carry her back to the bed. Once we’re lying down, I hold her tightly, and I keep pressing kisses to her temple until her breathing evens out.
Glancing down, I stare at her face.
Until Kingsley, I didn’t know it was possible for me to love another person so much.
Kingsley
On Saturday, Mason won, and I let him take me to the doctor's office. Now it’s Monday, and the medicine hasn’t helped at all, so I’m back to see the doctor again.
I had to promise Mason a hundred times that I’ll call him after my appointment with the doctor before he went to work.
Doctor Barnes comes into the room and gives me a warm smile. “Miss Hunt, I take it you’re not feeling better?”
I shake my head. “I still can’t keep anything in, and no matter how much I sleep, I feel exhausted. Maybe it’s stress from the exams?”
“It could be,” he says as he looks at my file. “When last did you have your period?”
I blink a couple of times, not liking where this is going. “Last month.”