Chapter 15 ARE WE EXCLUSIVES?
15.
~KIMBERLY~
I fucking messed up, Cora warned me not to handle the wheel but I was too stubborn to listen to her, my desire to try out new things put me in this fucking position and now, I've totaled one of Rafael's best cars to drive.
Jesus, he's going to murder me as soon as he's here but there's no one to call to help me out.
Thankfully, Cora is not harmed, just some small shards of glass in her arms which have been removed but me?
I broke a fucking rib and my chest hurts like hell. My mind travels to Rafael's strict warnings that I shouldn't get into trouble but I'm too stubborn.
"I'm looking for Kimberly Sloane."
I hear a familiar voice ask one of the attending nurses, my breath seizes for a moment and I find myself praying hard to God so he can take me fast before this man swats the curtain and yells the hell out of me.
Suddenly, the curtain pulls sideways and I'm facing Rafael Rollers, he looks so disheveled and.... disorganized.
Jesus, is he that worried about his car? I've googled how much the 2025 newest Mercedes limited collection costs and it's over £400,000. I know that even if I have to work my whole life, I won't be able to get it back but the stupid and entitled me feels like I should be pardoned for this.
"Rafael,I...I...Fuck, I'm so..."
"Are you okay?" He gasps in between words, panting heavily.
My head suddenly snaps at him and I feel my eyes water. Maybe the benevolence of him seeps something out of my heart, I don't fucking know, I'm bleary-eyed, staring at this man I gotten married to a little over twenty four hours ago, worrying about my well-being rather than his expensive car.
"One of my ribs broke, I..."
"I'd like to book a VVIP ward please, put it on my name, I'm sure you know the right?" Rafael asks, tilting his head sideways at the nurse who answered him earlier.
She grins in return, probably happy that she snagged a rich patient during her shift."Yes sir, I'm on it right away."
I watch her leave nervously, not ready to face Rafael because I'm scared about his outburst, maybe he acted in such a caring manner because of the audience, maybe him booking a private ward for me is because he wants to have me alone for himself and scold the living out of me.
Maybe–
"I'm sorry Rafael, I wasn't thinking at all."
"No, it's...wait, you're the one who drove?" Shock spills out of him, accompanied with the words.
I whimper under his gaze, nodding slightly.
"Jesus fucking Christ. Are you out of your goddamn mind?"
"I'm sorry about the car,I..."
"I'm not talking about the damn car." Rafael heaves tiredly in a voice that's etched with trepidation.
Moisture seeps out of me, feeling somehow satisfied that a part of him still worries about me.
Well, what do I expect? I'm married to him already and he needs me to sign a contract.
"I'm sorry, if there's anything I can do to alleviate this, I will, I swear."
"Just get your ass to a damn driving school if you want to drive badly."
"Fine."
Rolling my eyes, I move slightly to position my hand that has been cannulated earlier, a dull pain shoots through my chest and my breath hitches, I let out a strained yelp.
Rafael quickly plop a pillow under the hand I was trying to adjust as if he already knew what I wanted to do.
He seems so versed about this and it makes me wonder if he's gone through something similar before.
"You need to calm your ass down and get your ribs healed before breaking another one."
I smirk lightly, this is such a good time to tease him."You've mentioned my ass twice already, did you miss seeing it? Too bad I'm trapped to this bed, I would have..."
"Shut up." Rafael huffs dismissively and crosses his legs over each other.
My eyes trails to his groin area and his zip is undone, red smears on it.
"Where were you before coming here?" I suddenly ask.
He stares at me blankly for a moment but I could swear that his eyes glistens,as if he's under tension and about to make a fool of myself.
"Fuck you Rafael!" I growl immediately, not knowing why I'm feeling this ache that's not about my wounded ribs right now.
I don't expect him to be exclusive with me...wait, I'm not offering him anything? We're fake couple.
But he should at least have some decency in him.
We just tied the fucking knot yesterday. I feel my stomach gutted and anxiety drenches me, he was probably with Blaire Williams, the woman who made fun of me yesterday.
Oh,God!
"What did I do wrong? Kimberly" He splays his arms out, not feeling guilty about it.
Maybe I'm the one who's too paranoid about it but how did a red lipstick suddenly appear on his cock?
Well, not essentially his cock but Jesus... Why am I think about his cock right now?
"It's just one day and you couldn't keep your dick to yourself?"
"You don't expect me to be loyal,do you?" His lips rise in an unbelieving manner, he's probably thinking I have gone bonkers.
Maybe the pain drugs administered earlier is starting to make my brain foggy?
"Go to hell." I grumble under my tone, already feeling embarrassed about the whole conversation and where it's heading to.
Maybe I should just chase him away, heck, I still need him to pay for my hospital bills.
If not for my situation, I would have yelled at him for having sex with another woman but cutting him so slacks seems like the most sensible way to let this matter go.
I just damaged his car into ruins, he just booked a VVIP ward for me, he didn't scold me for the accident but was worried about me.
Who's ever done that for me? None, No one has ever made themselves uncomfortable for me, not even my own parents, they were much more comfortable to see me getting whisked away by Frederick just to cover the debts they got from their gambling issues.
But this man I've gotten close with didn't yell at me or anything, and fuck, I feel like apologizing to him for yelling at him because he 'cheated' on me.
An exhausted sigh escapes his throat and at that moment, I realize how exhausting and tiring I've become for him. I tease him like he's my equal, I was angry at him for not showing him me off like i deserved it, I even killed his father, what that fuck was I expecting him to do?
"Kimberly,I..."
"I'm sorry."
I want you guys to understand that the reason why Kim is like this is because of her past trauma, Abused victims don't have the mental capacity to function in emotional issues like this and that's why I'm trying to point it out now that we're at the beginning of the story so you won't be shocked about her gradual development.
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