|Road to the end 7|

|Road to the end 7|
Max got help from Secretary Min and two security men to help him upstairs to the second floor. Once he was lying down, the nurse began to treat the wound that was bleeding quite a bit again. The stitches had opened, and the area was inflamed.

"I told you it was very careless of you to go out in these conditions. Now do you see why I said that? But no, you don't follow the nurse's instructions. The only thing you're going to cause is a delay in your recovery," the housekeeper scolded him, worried about her boss's appearance.

"I know, I know. It was very important that I go no matter what," a smile appeared on his lips. Now Emma knew she had a father. After everything that had happened in her childhood, she was rewarded with happiness. Secretary Min stayed until the wound was cleaned, and Max fell asleep with the painkillers. When he reached the first floor to leave, Emma appeared.

"Secretary Min," he raised his eyebrows in surprise; he had been caught. The first thing Jack had told him was to avoid being seen by his daughter. "Is something wrong?" Emma looked at the man and then at the second floor. "Max?" She tried to get past the man, but he subtly stopped her.

"He just fell asleep with the sedatives the nurse administered." Emma was surprised to hear him say that.

"What do you mean, sedatives?" She closed her eyes and shook her head. When she opened them, she let out a long sigh. "Did he hurt the wound? Tell me the truth, please."

"Yes, but they've already treated the area, disinfected it, and minimized the inflammation. He's asleep right now. But he's fine, miss."

"Thank you for looking after him when it's not your job." Emma softened her gaze as she looked at him.

"It's a pleasure to help in any way I can, miss," Secretary Min smiled at Emma. "I have to go now; your father is waiting for me to take him home."

"Yes, thank you very much. Have a safe trip home," she said goodbye to Secretary Min in front of the elevator and then carefully climbed the stairs to look for Max. In the hallway, she found the housekeeper closing the bedroom door.

"Miss, he's asleep right now. Do you need anything before you go to sleep too?" Emma shook her head, stroked her belly, and kept looking at the woman.

"Tell me, was his wound very bad?" The woman hesitated but was honest in the end.

"Yes, he arrived bleeding a bit," Emma raised her eyebrows in surprise. "But they were able to treat him in time. The doctor came to check on him and verify the wound with the nurse. Everything is fine, just a bit sedated from the pain."

"Oh my God," Emma whispered, then looked at the small elderly woman. "Thank you, you can go rest now," she said goodbye to the housekeeper and entered the main bedroom. As she closed the door behind her, she saw Max sleeping. She was worried about his great neglect of his health, all because of her. She walked until she was standing next to his bed. Max had his lips slightly parted; he was completely knocked out and deep in sleep. "Fool," she whispered, kissed his forehead, and then turned to go change. But she didn't notice that he opened his eyes, reached for her wrist, and stopped her. Emma gasped and looked at him in surprise. "I'm sorry if I woke you..."

"You didn't..." he whispered, caressing her wrist with his finger. "How are you feeling?"
"Well, worried about seeing Secretary Min, she informed me that you got hurt, but that you're already healed."

"It's nothing, love." Carefully, he pulled her gently, making her lie down next to him. Emma didn't hesitate to do so, she placed a leg over his and rested her cheek against his chest. "How are you feeling about the news that you have a father?"

"I'm swimming in unknown emotions. I'm happy, excited, but I'm also furious with my mother, for all the lies she told, the hell she made of my childhood and adolescence. If she had talked, and had a heart, she would have left me with my father..." Max held her closer to his side carefully. He kissed her on the crown of her head, she looked up and he lowered his gaze to her eyes. "But despite everything, all the bad things have been erased with this happiness I feel, this happiness I carry in my belly." Max shifted a bit to kiss her nose. Emma moved carefully not to hurt him and raised her face more. He felt her hand caressing him over his pajama pants, even jerking slightly as he felt her start to desire him. "How long has it been since we had intimacy?" he wondered, forgetting what had happened in recent weeks. He really realized that he hadn't had intimacy for quite some time, but he didn't feel that absence until that moment. "I'm afraid of hurting you..." Emma whispered, feeling the bulge grow under her hand.

"We'll be careful, I promise," his voice was a new sound for Emma.

"Then, let's be careful, at the first sign of pain, we stop, okay?" Max nodded, eager to be inside her. He wanted to forget the bad situations for a moment and just be the two of them again. A desire that always existed between them with such force that it was inexplicable to avoid touching each other except for the recent events.

Emma sat back on her heels, facing Max, who was sitting and leaning against the pillow. She carefully lifted her sweater along with the blouse underneath, then removed her bra, revealing her nakedness from the waist up. That image under the dim light was beautiful, perfect, as Max had described it to himself. Her fair skin, her nipples that were once pink, had darkened, highlighting her paleness.

"You're beautiful," Max whispered. Emma carefully got off the bed to remove the rest of her clothes, finally standing naked before him. She helped him carefully not to move him from the waist up, exposing his hard, erect member, eager to be inside her. "My God, I've never felt so..." he gasped when she took his most precious part and stroked it. He closed his eyes and let himself be carried away by the sensation of her mouth, swearing to himself that if she continued, he could come without warning. She played quite a bit with her tongue, making him open his eyes and stop her when he felt he could reach his climax. "Wait, wait," he said, panting. Emma smiled, carefully and without saying anything else, but with that knowing look, she moved to get on top of him. Max was frustrated that he couldn't be the one to have her beneath him with one move or against the wall, thrusting hard against it. Tonight, it didn't matter who had control, he just knew that she...

Would have him at her feet again...